New Toy!

So, we have some upcoming travel, and our old dSLR camera was starting to show its age… and given that I use the camera on a daily basis even when we’re not globe-trotting, hubby thought that we should get a new camera to take on the trip.  I took a little convincing, but eventually I caved, and my new toy just arrived.  Annnnnnnnnd… it’s spectacular.  It took the SOOC picture up above.  At 6:00 p.m.  In low light.  With no flash.  I’m in love. 

This is gonna be fun.

Reading Round-Up: September 2011

Reading is my longest-standing, and also my favorite, hobby.  I literally can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love to curl up with a good book.  Here are my reads for September, 2011…

The Tiger’s Wife, by Tea Obrecht – I finally got around to reading this one and it certainly lived up to the hype in my opinion.  Beautifully written, with a gripping story and evocative language – I couldn’t put it down.  I found the plot about the tiger’s wife to be the best part of the book, but I also loved the grandfather’s stories about the deathless man.  The “modern” characters – Natalia, Zora, and the diggers – were less interesting to me, but overall it was a wonderful book and completely worth reading.

The Magicians, by Lev Grossman – I probably wouldn’t have picked this up if I hadn’t heard amazing things about the sequel, The Magician King.  And in fact, if I had read The Magicians when it first came out – before The Magician King was released to widespread acclaim – I don’t know that I would bother to continue with the series.  The Magicians was okay, humorous in parts, but not particularly creative.  I felt that it piggy-backed on other, better books in its genre.  Still, it was not a bad read and I liked the underlying thesis that you need to be whole and happy yourself, and that “magic” isn’t going to fix your problems for you.  I’m looking forward to reading The Magician King, and we’ll see if my opinion of The Magicians changes after I read the sequel.

The Soldier’s Wife, by Margaret Leroy – Lush and moving story of a Guernsey islander who falls in love with a German soldier during the Occupation from 1940-45.  I didn’t care for the protagonist at first, but she grew on me as she became stronger and more committed to her values.  The ending was a tear-jerker and beautifully written.

Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy – This is an old favorite, but the first time I read the translation by Richard Pevear and Larisa Volokhonsky.  I love their work and was impressed, as always, with how readable they make the Russian classics.  The story of the forbidden love between Anna and Count Vronsky, and the counterpoint socially acceptable (but no less real) love between country squire Levin and his wife Kitty, is sweet, sad and moving.

In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror and an American Family in Hitler’s Berlin, by Erik Larson – Profoundly disturbing account of the American Ambassador to Germany, William Dodd, and his family, and what they observed in Berlin in the early 1930s, right after Hitler’s ascension to power.  There are times when you are shocked at the Dodds’ naivete – but trying to keep in mind that the reader has the benefit of 20-20 hindsight – and times when you’re proud of them for standing up for what is right, especially when they start to realize that not only is the Germany of the 1930s a scary place, but it’s a serious threat to peace.  This account is particularly interesting in the way that it shows how it was possible for Hitler to establish his hold over Germany without anyone stepping in and intervening.  Highly recommended, especially for history buffs.

I had a little bit lighter of a September in terms of the pure number of books I read, but Anna Karenina is quite the chunkster.  I started it earlier in the summer and kept putting it down to read other books – usually library books that couldn’t be renewed, because they had a waiting list.  I finally was able to finish it (although it wasn’t my first time through), but it took a chunk out of my September reading time.  Worth it, though!  I probably spent the same amount of actual time reading – had another long train trip! – but read fewer, longer books.  It was a great month of reading – I enjoyed everything I read this month, particularly toward the end of the month.  Looking forward to plenty of reading time in October!

Three Bean Pumpkin Chili

I don’t do this very often – maybe I never have – but I’m giving you a recipe that comes almost entirely from cans.  I know, I know.  You can certainly freshen this up with greens, either on the side or cooked in, or a nice salad.  But if you’re in a pinch for dinner one night… or trying to cut back on the spending… here’s something you can pull together with just pantry ingredients.  And it’s pretty healthy and darn tasty, if I do say so myself.

Three Bean Pumpkin Chili

1/2 large onion, diced
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 tablespoon ancho chili powder
1 28-ounce can San Marzano tomatoes
1 14-ounce can pumpkin puree
1 14-ounce can black beans, drained and rinsed
1 14-ounce can pinto beans, drained and rinsed
1 14-ounce can red kidney beans, drained and rinsed
ancho chili powder to taste
Frank’s Red Hot Sauce (or other hot sauce) to taste
salt and pepper to taste

  • In a cast-iron skillet over medium-high heat, warm olive oil until shimmering.  Add onion and cook until translucent, then add a generous sprinkle of chili powder and stir to coat.  Continue cooking until chili powder is fragrant.
  • Add tomatoes, pumpkin, and beans and stir to combine well.
  • Season to taste with additional chili powder, hot sauce, salt and pepper.  Turn heat down to low and allow dish to simmer for 30 minutes before serving.

Source: Covered In Flour

Banned Books Week 2011

In this day and age, it’s pretty shocking that censorship and book banning still go on.  But they do.  With a little perserverence, people can find something to complain about in even the most innocuous book.  I mean, Harry Potter promotes devil worship?  Really?  To quote John Cage, “Say it with me, people: pleeeeeeeease.”

But the fact remains – books are challenged every day by people who don’t agree with their messages.  I sometimes wonder why people challenge books.  As a former kid, I will tell would-be censors what they should already know: there’s no more effective way to make people want something than to tell them it’s forbidden.  And by extension, there’s no better way to publicize a book than by challenging or banning it.

Many book bloggers are celebrating Banned Books Week by reading their favorite banned or challenged book.  I’m not, for the simple reason that I have a stack of library books that I have to get through – since they came from the holds shelf and can’t be renewed, I don’t have the luxury of laying them aside and reading something else first.  But I am currently reading a book that I think embraces the spirit of banned books week by calling the dangers of censorship to attention: In The Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror and an American Family in Hitler’s Berlin, by Erik Larson.  Larson’s book is a non-fiction account of the brief time spent in Berlin by Ambassador William Dodd and his family during the early years of the Nazi regime.  Censorship isn’t the prime focus of the book – it’s about how the Dodds came to see Hitler and his fellow thugs as a threat to world peace and their attempts to communicate their observations to the State Department in the early 1930s, when most of America was turning a deaf ear to the increasingly frightening reports coming from Europe.  But censorship is present in the book, in its references to book-burnings, the exodus of artistic talent from Germany in the 1930s, and the intense government pressure on those writers who chose to stay in the country.

Censorship is so dangerous.  It’s a slippery slope when an entity decides to tell writers what they can and can’t say.  Freedom of expression, and freedom of the press, are part of what makes the United States a great country – and have been since the First Amendment was passed.  I believe that taking a stance against censorship of ideas and words is one of the most important things that Americans can do to promote our country’s values.  Reading banned books is just the beginning.  Speaking out against censorship not only protects us as readers and writers, but it protects the freedoms we value.  So that’s why, in celebration of Banned Books Week, I’m reading a book that contains vivid reminders of the damage that censorship does to a society.  And even keeping in mind the challenges that we face in the United States right now, I’m thanking my good luck that I was born in a country – and a family – that believes in books, and in reading.

I was also curious to see how my personal library stacks up against the American Library Association’s list of banned or challenged classics.  (Books I’ve read are in bold.)  Not too shabby…

 The Great Gatsby – read in high school

The Catcher in the Rye – read in high school

The Grapes of Wrath – read in high school, college, and adulthood (a personal fave)

To Kill a Mockingbird – read more times than I can count (another fave)

The Color Purple

Ulysses

Beloved

The Lord of the Flies – read in high school

1984 – read in high school

Lolita

Of Mice and Men – read in high school

Catch-22 – read in high school and adulthood

Brave New World

Animal Farm – read in high school

The Sun Also Rises

As I Lay Dying

A Farewell to Arms

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Invisible Man

Song of Solomon

Gone With the Wind – read first at age 9, and many times since

Native Son

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – read in high school

Slaughterhouse-Five – read in adulthood

For Whom the Bell Tolls

The Call of the Wild – read in childhood

Go Tell It On the Mountain

All the King’s Men – read in adulthood

The Lord of the Rings

The Jungle – read in college

Lady Chatterley’s Lover – read in high school

A Clockwork Orange

The Awakening – read in adulthood

In Cold Blood – read in high school, college, law school and adulthood

Satanic Verses

Sophie’s Choice

Sons and Lovers

Cat’s Cradle

A Separate Peace – read in high school and college

Naked Lunch

Brideshead, Revisited

The Naked and the Dead

Tropic of Cancer

An American Tragedy

Rabbit, Run

 Looking through the list, I clearly read a lot of my banned books in high school.  (Rebel, much?  Okay, not so much.)  Some were assigned and others I read on my own time – I had a lot of reading time in high school; more than college or law school, certainly.  Others on this list – Brave New World, A Clockwork Orange, and Brideshead, Revisited, particularly, are very high on my to-be-read list and I’ll probably be hitting all of those within the next few months as they’ve cycled upward.

 Resist censorship!

Weekend Project: Bedroom Seating Alcove

This weekend I’ve been hard at work making some updates to the bedroom, to make it look more like a room where grown-ups live and less like a racquetball court.  Top of my agenda was filling up the alcove by the window and making it into a cozy nook for hubby and I to sit, read, and relax.  Just by way of reminder, here’s the big old empty space I started with:

Eeks.  Having this alcove with nothing in it was no fun at all.  But I’m a Libra, so it took me a looooooooong time to decide on furniture.  I knew I wanted something that would go with my planned purple walls (which are on the agenda for late this fall, or possibly January).  Here’s what I decided on:

In case you’re curious, we’ve got:

  • Couch: Henry Sofa from West Elm (color: Dove Grey performance velvet)
  • Throw pillows: Pottery Barn
  • Coffee table: Ethan Allen (Tango collection; color: Graphite)
  • Nesting end tables: Ethan Allen (Tango collection; Color: Graphite)
  • Lamp: Ikea
  • Bookshelf: Ballard Designs (Librarie Bookshelf, black)

Decorative elements (always subject to change at a whim):

  • Teapot and teacups: Pottery Barn (Emma classic dinnerware, color: white)
  • Vases (on coffee table): Pearl Grant Richman’s (boutique in my hometown – these were a wedding gift)
  • Dried flowers: lavender bouquets from L’Occitaine en Provence
  • Books (on coffee table): LOUVRE and MARIAGE FRERES FRENCH TEA, both available on Amazon and at bookstores
  • Vase (on bookshelf, pictured in earlier shot): vintage wine bottle I swiped from my grandmother’s attic
  • Lantern (on bookshelf, pictured in earlier shot): Ikea
  • Books (on bookshelf, pictured in earlier shot): Modern Library Classics series, available on Amazon and at bookstores
  • Art (above couch): wedding photos by Denis Nally in Pottery Barn frames
  • Art (above bookshelf): oil paintings by Lane Palmisano, a local northern Virginia artist, in custom frames

Not too bad, I’d say!  I’m very happy with the way that the alcove is turning out.  It’s not done yet.  Still left to do: paint the walls (some shade of purple – I’m still deciding); hang curtains (filmy white ones, from oil-rubbed bronze curtain rods); find something to go in the corner between the bookshelf and the window (maybe an antique birdcage or large lantern?); hang frame gallery over couch (the wedding photos are a stand-in – they’re destined to go elsewhere in the house, probably the living room – I’ve got a few Etsy purchases waiting to go up along with some of my own travel photos and possibly some typographic art).  And of course I’ll continue revising the bookshelf and table styling whenever I get the urge.  I’ll keep you posted as it comes together!

Over the Sea to Skye

Continuing our journey north from the Lakes, we drove up through Scotland, stopping for a brief overnight in Oban and then hopping a ferry to the Isle of Skye.  (No ferry pics – sorry – there was a driving rain and I feared for my camera.)  Skye was – like everything else on this trip – completely breathtaking.  Before going there, I had this idea that Skye was remote, wild, and romantic.  After seeing it in person… I was spot-on.

The highlight of Skye was the Old Man of Storr, a stunning rock formation that was as tall as a skyscraper.  We had to hike an hour uphill to get there (in a chilly mist, natch), but it was completely worth it.  We met a fellow hiker who grew up in Australia and was now living on the Shetland Islands.  Cool, how people can bond over being cold and wet in one of the most beautiful spots on Earth!

The Kilt Rock, named for its distinctive “pleats” and because… well… this is Scotland.

“Car hiking” in the Hebrides… a few impressions: WOW gorgeous countryside, heated car interiors are the best invention ever, and nothing tastes quite as good as grilled cheese with jam on a chilly day.

Mist rolling in over Portree Harbour.  We snapped this picture and then dashed off to eat the freshest fish that ever did roll in a cup and a half of peppercorns.  Zing!

Lips a little blue, but still in love with Scotland.

Caramelized Skillet Tomatoes

I’m a little ashamed.  It appears that in my quest to caramelize anything that sits still long enough, I have overlooked something that is obviously brilliant.  Dear readers, I owe you an apology.  I shouldn’t have quit while I was ahead.  I should have continued to caramelize until I had coated the entire world with a chewy-crispy-crust-of-goodness.  But you can rest assured that the caramelizing hiatus is over.

You accept my apology?  Great!  Okay, let’s talk tomatoes.  Skillet tomatoes.  Caramelized skillet tomatoes, to be precise.  Let me say that a little more slowly so that you can take it all in.  Caramelized.  Skillet.  Tomatoes.

It’s been awhile since I really cooked the way I used to before I fell into a funk this summer.  I used to get an idea in my head, rush to the kitchen, roll up my sleeves and COOK with a huge smile on my face as I imagined the beautiful dish, the rich flavors, that I was in the process of creating.  Sometimes it was something I dreamed up myself, other times the catalyst was a magazine like Bon Appetit or Martha Stewart Living.  I would cook with all of my senses, admiring the beautiful colors, listening to the sizzle on the stovetop, breathing in the heady aromas.  Certain things have transpired that stripped me of that joy, at least for a little while.  But with this dish, I finally felt like I was back.  I looked down at the tomatoes in my skillet and they looked like something I might see in the pages of a magazine.  (In person, that is – sorry about the camera flash.  You’ll just have to come over and have them with me and see for yourself how PRETTY.)

But enough about me.  Let’s talk about the tomatoes.  Grape tomatoes hold their shape, and the high heat imparts a beautiful golden crust.  And if you can believe it, they become even sweeter.  Add to the mix a generous sprinkling of kosher salt, fresh cracked pepper, oregano and thyme and you have… well, you have a dish that I almost didn’t want to share with hubby.  But I did share with him, because I’m nice that way.  And now I’m sharing with you.

Caramelized Skillet Tomatoes

1 pint grape tomatoes
~1 teaspoon olive oil
~1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
~1/4 teaspoon fresh cracked pepper
~1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
~1/2 teaspoon dried thyme

(The symbol ~ indicates a precise measure.  Do as you see fit.)

  • Rinse and drain grape tomatoes, then slice in halves.
  • In a heavy aluminum or cast-iron skillet, heat olive oil over medium heat.  Add grape tomatoes to skillet and stir to completely coat with oil.  Turn heat up to medium-high and cook for 10-15 minutes, until tomatoes are softened and crusts have formed.  While tomatoes are cooking, stir often and scrape up brown bits.
  • Season with salt, pepper, oregano and thyme and toss well.  Serve immediately on their as a side dish, or heap on top of ricotta-spread crostini… mmmmm.  (Or you could put them in the fridge.  I bet they’d be pretty darn good cold.)

Source: Covered In Flour

It’s The End Of The World As We Know It

But I don’t feel fine about my all-time favorite band breaking up.  I don’t usually post on Wednesdays, and I’m obviously in deep mourning, but I don’t think it would be right to let this day pass without paying tribute to the glory of R.E.M.

Goodbye, R.E.M.  Thanks for all of the memories.

Thanks for being my home-away-from-home during my foreign exchange student days, whenever I needed a little good old Southern rock to ease the occasional bout of homesickness.

Thanks for providing the soundtrack to my high school years… and my college years.

Thanks for giving me the greatest party trick I’ll ever have (memorizing the lyrics to “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” – yes, all of them).

Thanks for “Find The River.”  That song defined me at 17.  Still does.

Thanks for letting me get all riled up and rock out to “Ignoreland,” “Talk About The Passion,” “Exhuming McCarthy,” and so many more politijams.

Thanks for “New Adventures In Hi-Fi.”  Some people probably didn’t get that album, but I love it.

Thanks for “Strange Currencies.”  You totally wrote that for me, right?

Thanks for getting me through breakups, growing pains, and general weirdness.

Thanks for “Green Grow The Rushes.”  Good one, guys.

Thanks for being there while I grew up.  Love you forever.

Block Island Times

We interrupt our tour of Old England to give you a breath of fresh sea air from New England!  Last weekend I skipped town, packed up the hubby, and headed north to visit my little brother Dan on Block Island, RI.  Dan has lived on Block Island since November of 2009 – he’s the reporter (yes, the only full-time reporter) for the local newspaper, The Block Island Times.  (By the way, check out the newspaper and his blog, and you’ll see that writing runs in the family.)  Hubby and I have been itching to visit since he moved to the island, but the stars finally aligned – by which I mean I could get out of work and there were no hurricanes – last weekend.  I can’t believe it took so long!  Hubby and I loooooooved Block Island and we’re already wondering when we could go back.  Here are some favorite snaps from the trip…


Windblown hubby rides the ferry.


Everywhere on the island there were these stacks of rocks.  We couldn’t figure out what it meant.  Anyone know?  My money’s on aliens.  Stacked rocks > crop circles.


Dan scales a sand dune.


Hubs and bro… what could they be talking about?  Probably planning to ditch me so they can go watch football and play video games.  Sorry, boys, you won’t get rid of me that easily!


The South East Light… rather an easier hike than the North Light. 


Sailboat spotting at the Cut in the Great Salt Pond.


Boats, boats, as far as the eye can see. 


Until we meet again, Block Island.  Until we meet again…

Olives in Arles

Had a bit of fun with my photo editing software and wanted to share the results.  I like the slightly washed-out, vintagey tones.  It’s very different from the riot of color that the Arles market actually was, but it makes me feel a little bit like I’m reading Peter Mayle, looking at the Provence of 20 years ago.  A bientot!