A Favorite Find

Our strawberries are coming on strong and the raspberries are abundant for the first time since we planted them two years ago.  I have experimented with many different pectin products and this, dear reader, is my favorite.  Don’t you just love the fresh, sassy taste of freezer jam?  What I love about Ball’s Fruit Jell is its low proportion of sugar to fruit: 1 1/2 cups sugar to 4 cups fruit.  That’s the best I’ve found so far.  One small spoonful of jam mixed into a dish of plain yogurt….heaven!  It’s on sale this week for 99 cents. (doing cartwheels in my mind…)

What’s An Austen Reader Supposed To Do?

Anthony Trollope (1815-1882)

So you love Jane Austen.  You’ve read all her novels and plan to re-read them with great pleasure the rest of your days.  When you come to the end of Austen, you always have an appetite for…more!  You start in with the Brontes and read through their works.  This is a good thing.  There are many, many good books in different genres, true.  But there are times you want a nice cup of tea and a little touch of Britain in the night. 

It was because Anthony Trollope’s name was said in the same sentence as Austen’s, and from a friend I trust, that I decided to go exploring.  I’ve only read one book (audio book), so I’m no Trollope expert.  But–BUT– I thoroughly enjoyed An Old Man’s Love, which was unfortunately the extent of our rural library’s Trollope collection.  This work seems a little obscure: Frank Magill’s Cyclopedia of World Authors didn’t list the title among Trollope’s principal works.

An Old Man’s Love was a sweet romance, a lovely love story.  Here’s the gist: A young woman, Mary Lawrie (20 something), is left orphaned.  A friend of her father’s, the 50 year old bachelor, William Whittlestaff decides to take her in and provide for her.   He  falls in love with her and asks her to marry him.  She hesitates and acknowledges to him that her heart is with a young man, John Gordon, from whom she has not heard a word in three years, and with whom no words of love were ever exchanged.  Whittlestaff presses Mary, confident that her infatuation was a childish one and sure that he can give her a good life.  She reluctantly agrees and decides to do her duty to the man who has been so kind to her, a man for whom she has genuine affection. Within hours of giving her promise to marry Whittlestaff, John Gordon, home from the diamond mines, knocks on the door asking for Mary.

The ensuing conflict between Mary’s love for Gordon and her promise given to Whittlestaff occupies the rest of the book. A promise is a promise! Trollope portrays so accurately that inner impulse to be a martyr  that seems so noble at night, but sticks like a bone in the throat in the daylight. Hearing the tale unfold was like riding a see-saw; it was impossible to guess how it would come out.  Each man is so certain that it would be in Mary’s best interest to be with himself. There are two Dickensian characters, the housekeeper and the vicar, which add comic relief to the drama.
 
From An Old Man’s Love “Here he was wont to sit and read his Horace.  And think of the affairs of the world as Horace depicted them.  Many a morsel of wisdom he had here made his own.  And to then endeavor to think whether the wisdom had in truth been taken home by the poet to his own bosom, or had only been a glitter of the intellect, never appropriated for any useful purpose.”

“A novel should give a picture of common life enlivened by humor and sweetened by pathos.”  Anthony Trollope

“His great, his inestimable merit was a complete appreciation of the usual.” Henry James on Anthony Trollope.

It isn’t the satisfying protein of Austen, but we still need some carbs in our life, and Trollope is a good carb.

Google Earth

One of my son’s favorite college professors taught geography.   “He would come into class with a newspaper, read a short news story, and tell you all the geographical background of that story,” Carson enthused. 

I remember the “aha” moment when the significance of  Hannibal crossing the alps with elephants sunk in.  It sure helps to know his starting point and destination.

Here’s a great teaching (and learning!) tool:  Google Earth.  If you google “Google Earth” in Google you will see the link for a free download.   Then you will  be able to see satellite images of any place on the planet.  Metropolitan areas have sharper pictures that you can zoom in on.  Rural areas tend to be fuzzier. 

When you read a book with geographical references, you could type the town in Google Earth and see a bird’s-eye view of it.  You can see obstacles that confronted someone going from point A to point B. 

I’ve had the most fun with friends looking at the places where they grew up.  We would type in their address and see what it looks like today.  Collin typed in Yankee Stadium just for kicks. Too much fun!

Book Talk

Update on Summer Reading Challenge:

Temperament  I’m on the last chapter.  This is the most challenging book I’ve read in a while.  When I’m finished I’ll write a short review.

1776  Excellent book.  I’m glad I read it .

Every Living Thing  Halfway through, and I’ve enjoyed every page.

84, Charing Cross Road and The Legacy of Q by Helene Hanff  These weren’t on my original list but, oh my!, these books are like savoring rich spoonfuls of homemade ice cream to a bibliophile.  I do love English literature.  I do dream about taking a literary tour of England.  Someday…

Imitation of Christ   Good, slow reading.

This picture is for Janie: she asked us to take of picture of a stack of books because she enjoys enlarging them and looking at them.  I’m the same way.  I’ve taken a magnifying glass to a picture of an author in front of books and peeked at his/her collection.  When I met a new pastor in town I exlaimed “you have Owen on your shelf!” (which I gleaned from said magnifying glass and a newspaper article.)

This shelf is near our entry.  It is a sort of  “holding tank” for books.  The bottom shelf is our daily reading.  Library books and tapes often go on top so we can get them back on time.  Other books are ones that are either borrowed, recently purchased, or current reads.  In short, they don’t have a permanent home on another bookcase.  On an organized day (read: company is coming) the middle shelf has pictures on it and the top is cleared off.   
The picture on the left is a photo of a local river meandering through a canyon.

Can anyone tell me how to post a picture so it can be enlarged?

Brus “Kate” ah!

My dear Katie (friend, but I’d adopt her in a minute) has influenced my cooking far out of proportion to her young age.   It’s always a joy to eat in her home or to have her join us at our table.  She serves a Bruschetta that is stunning in its blend of flavors. 

My DH and I love this. We don’t just like it a little bit.  We’re crazy about this stuff.  With tomatoes coming on I’m looking forward to many reasons to make it.  I’ve always pronounced it “brew-SHET-ah” until my SIL Valeri, the Italian student in her spare time, corrected me: an Italian would say “brew-SKAY-tah,” lingering a little on the SKAY.  Well, hunky-dory by me!  I have two friends: Katie and Kate, and saying this lovely little concoction in correct Italian reminds me of them both!

Katie’s Bruschetta

1 loaf Italian bread
8 garlic cloves

1 pound tomatoes, chopped
1 T red onion, diced
1 T fresh basil, chopped
4 oz feta cheese, crumbled
2 T olive oil
2 tsp balsamic vinegar
1/4 tsp each: salt and pepper

We skip the bread, unless we’re trying to be civilized with company.  It’s better made up and cooled in the refrigerator for several hours, but who can wait?  Curt likes to alternate bites of a sandwich with bites of bruschetta.   It tastes fabulous on top of a green salad, or as a dip with veggies.  But I like it best by itself.

Fine Art Friday

   

Shadow Decoration
Charles Courtney Curran, 1887

I remember the day my beloved Latin teacher unrolled this print from the mailing tube to show to our class.  I loved the print, loved the subject matter, loved the shadows. When Bernie and Cho moved they gave me their beautifully framed print and it’s hanging on my walls at home.

(I tried to make the image larger, to no avail.  Sorry!)

These I Have Loved

I love to read lists like this.  Having it in poetical form is delight upon delight.  What are some of your favorite items?  I especially like the strong crust of friendly bread, and hair’s fragrance. Don’t you love hugging a friend and smelling her/his hair?  Or am I weird?  Rupert Brooke hits all the senses doesn’t he? 

These
I Have Loved

 
These
I have loved:

White
plates and cups, clean-gleaming,

Ringed
with blue lines; and feathery, fairy dust;

Wet
roofs, beneath the lamplight; the strong crust

Of
friendly bread; and many-tasting food;

Rainbows;
and the blue bitter smoke of wood;

And
radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;

And
flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,

Dreaming
of moths that drink them under the moon;

Then,
the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon

Smooth
away trouble; and the rough male kiss

Of
blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is

Shining
and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen

Unpassioned
beauty of a great machine;

The
benison of hot water; furs to touch;

The
good smell of old clothes; and other such—

The
comfortable smell of friendly fingers,

Hair’s
fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers

About
dead leaves and last year’s ferns—

                                                Dear
names,

And
thousand others throng to me! Royal flames;

Sweet
water’s dimpling laugh from tap or spring;

Holes
in the ground; and voices that do sing—

Voices
in laughter, too; and body’s pain,

Soon
turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;

Firm
sands; the little dulling edge of foam

That
browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;

And
washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold

Graveness
of iron; moist black earthen mold;

Sleep;
and high places; footprints in the dew;

And
oaks; and brown horse chestnuts, glossy-new;

And
new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass—

All
these have been my loves.

 Rupert
Brooke (1887-1915)

Situations

I remember driving to baseball games where DS #1 was the all-star catcher.  We would review “situations” on the way: there are runners on first and third, one out, and the guy on first takes off for second.  What do you do? Or, the count is two and two and the hitter likes high and outside: what pitch do you call?

Last night, our new-driver son was driving us home in the dark on a two lane highway.  Ever the coach, my DH started running situations by him: a deer steps into the road, what do you do?  [The answer in our family is always: let up on the throttle, cover the brake, keep your wheel straights, and HIT THE DEER; not because we eat venison, but because too many people have been killed swerving for animals in the road. BTW, we’ve never hit a deer or elk, but have had several close calls.]  Someone has their brights on and you are blinded, what do you do?  [Focus on the white line to the right.]

I’m sitting in the back seat listening, enjoying the interchange. I wondered how a coach would run situations in my life.  Of course, my mind ran to the worst one: a police officer shows up on my doorstep with the news that one of my beloveds is gone.  What do I do?  [The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.]  What are common situations I will run up against?  A friend calls and gossips: how do I respond?  Or, I realize I’m the gossiping friend: now what?  I wake up grumpy and want to be lazy today.  Do I cave in? 

My dear Mma Romatswe ran situations in her dieting: “Next time Mma Potokwane offers me any of that fruit cake of hers, I shall say, ‘No thank you, Mma.’ That is what I shall say.”

Thinking about it,

Carol

Distracted, Again (But It Sure Was Fun)

DH and I went on a mega shopping trip yesterday in a larger city two 1/2 hours away.  We go to Costco and get 3-month supplies of detergent, feta cheese, olive oil, etc.  The book table always draws me in and the latest Mma Romatswe book beckoned!  Blue Shoes and Happiness.  I  so much enjoy these stories of Botswana – the culture, the simplicity, the humor, human nature.  IMHO, Blue Shoes isn’t up to par with some of the earlier books.  I’m getting weary of the apprentices’ immaturity, and a certain je n’est sais quoi is missing.

However, it’s still worth a couple of belly laughs:

But he could not put to the back of his mind the extraordinary news which Mma Ramotswe had so casually imparted to him and which he would breathlessly pass on to Mma Makutsi the moment he saw her.  It was news of the very greatest import: if Mma Ramotswe, stern and articulate defender of the rights of the fuller-figured as she was, could contemplate going on a diet, then what would happen to the ranks of the traditionally built?  They would be thinned, he decided.

A Question of Great Importance

Really, I’m not bored.  But as I was making beds this morning I remembered a lengthy discussion with my friend Ilene and her sister Judy when I was a girl staying at their home. 

When you make a bed, do you place the sheet with the right side up or the right side down?  You will tell a difference when you open the bed.  If the right (finished) side is up, when you open the bed you will see the back side.  If the finished side is down, when you open the bed two finished sides greet you. 

It’s really about obsolete as a question, isn’t it?  I mean, how many sheets have a right and a wrong side, heh-heh?  The flannel sheets in our guest room do, that’s why I wondered.