Saturday, February 27, 2010

"Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie"


I don't read mysteries very often, but this one was so entertaining it made me wonder, why not? It was a Christmas gift from John, and like many of the books he ferrets out on the Internet, it isn't something I would have found myself.

John almost never reads novels, preferring to better himself instead with chest-crushing tomes on Franz Liszt and such. But he's good at picking out unusual fiction for me. Oh, lucky reader, who has a Nancy Pearl type spouse who also likes to buy books. And by the way dear John, happy anniversary. We were married on February 27, 1993. Some of you were there...

Anyway, the setting for "The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie" is 1950, in a decaying English country mansion. An eccentric, stamp collecting, reclusive father lives alone with his three daughters. The heroine is the youngest girl--a brilliant and precocious 11 year old named Flavia de Luce. Her passion is organic chemistry and poison, and she is wickedly funny. One fine morning, a dead man shows up in the cucumber patch, and the mystery takes off from there.

This sleuth may be a child, but the story is adult with rich characters, both good and evil. The plot is complex, but not tedious like many overdone mysteries. Most of all I enjoyed the realistic details and description of this long-gone slice of English life. The dialog is clever and funny. I was surprised to learn that the author, 70 year old Alan Bradley, never even visited England until 2007 when he traveled there to receive the "Debut Dagger Award." I loved the man more, just reading that. And now he is on a roll. In an interview on Amazon.com he tells us that five more books are planned for the "Flavia" series. Oh boy! All her new fans can hardly wait.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Simple pleasures

Amanda and Nova had a safe drive home on Wednesday. The weather was yucky in the Cascades, but the roads were clear of snow. Nova slept like an angel most of the way. Maybe living the high life in Seattle wore her out :-)

The time flew by, but I have plenty of new pictures to remind us of the simple pleasures...

Like, playing with a fresh-faced baby in the morning.
Oh, Nova! that beautiful skin!
Spending time with my lovely daughter (and sweet horse.)
A very noisy Goodwill shopping trip where I found this $5.99 plate while mommy tried on jeans with a screaming baby strapped to her chest.
Thanks, Nova ;-0
The afternoon when Amanda found the best frozen yogurt EVER at the Uwajimaya food court
(of all places!)
A finally..with Amanda and Nova safely home, John and I had roast chicken and bottle of wine for dinner. Whew! Babies are a lot of work, and Amanda and Tom are doing a fantastic job. We're already looking forward to the next visit!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Today is my mom's birthday, and we wish her all the best...
Here's a picture of us enjoying ourselves at Amanda's and Tom's wedding. Mom not only looks young, she's also young at heart! And she's seen unbelievable changes in our world since February 25, 1925. So in honor of her special birthday, I put together a little trip down memory lane.
These are my German grandparents Herman and Anna, shortly after they emigrated to America in the early 1920's. The lady in the chair is my great grandmother, who joined the family in Philadelphia soon after my mom was born. My grandparents loved the outdoors, and many of our old pictures are of picnics and camping trips.

Here's a cute one of baby mom, playing around around with a state-of-the-art radio in about 1926.
And the last picture is my favorite, of mom bundled up in a fancy outfit. After she arrived from Germany, the grandmother took care of mom and her sister Ruth, so both parents could work. She looks a bit stern, but I think she's just trying to keep mom from falling off that Model-T running board. I see a touch of a smile, and mom looks like a happy baby. Great grandma passed away when I was young, but I still remember her as being very sweet.

So mom, on behalf of your daughters, son, granddaughters and four great grandchildren, we all wish you a happy birthday! Thank you for all the happiness you have brought to our lives.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Nova visits Sizzle

We were out and about on a beautiful morning, and stopped at the barn to say hi to Sizzle and take her a bag of treat carrots.
Nova took a long and serious look at that big, brown creature eating a carrot.
Then she decided horses were very funny!
And Sizzle likes little girls almost as much as carrots. Maybe a ride for Nova someday?

Monday, February 22, 2010

Breakfast at Grandma's

That first bite can be scary...but I get to use my Mommy's old baby bowl.

Sometimes it helps to close your eyes, and just think about it first.

A little yum-yum encouragement from Mommy doesn't hurt, either.

Good stuff!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Adventures in babysitting

We're having a lovely spring weekend in Seattle, and the flowering trees are starting to bloom. I took pictures yesterday of fresh pink flowers to decorate the blog.
Here's mommy saying good-bye for just a little while, so she can run errands and see a friend. We were excited to babysit, but Nova was not as thrilled with this idea.
But what fun pushing a fancy stroller down the sidewalk with a beautiful baby inside. Everyone smiles, and you smile back. Everything was going so well, we decided to push our luck and stop at McDonald's on the way home.

Oh, dear! Many heads looked up from their hamburgers to see what the mean grandparents were doing to make baby cry so loud! Grandma and Nova had to go outside while grandpa ate lunch. Grandma ate her hamburger walking home. It will probably be more peaceful when little Nova can have her very own Happy Meal. I don't blame her-- who wants to sit in a stuffy stroller and watch a couple of old people eat?

Then mommy came back, and Nova was happy again :-)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Nova's Boeing adventure

On Friday morning I went with my mommy and grandma to Boeing, where Grandpa John works. We weren't allowed to go inside, but a whole bunch of nice people came out to the parking lot just to see me.
They were much more excited than I was.
Everyone wanted to hold me, but I wasn't sure about that!
Loan did funny things to try and make me smile. I didn't.
I met a sweet lady named Tammy...
And another very nice lady named Elaine. Everyone loved me, but I just wanted my mommy to hold me.
Here I am with all my new friends!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Anticipation

One of the most delightful things about a garden, is the anticipation it provides.
W.E. Johns
It seems like the primroses get prettier every spring. They're outside all the grocery stores right now, and it's hard to resist picking up a couple each time. And they really brighten up the empty winter pots until other annuals show up. You can also buy inexpensive tulips and daffodils in "pony packs," just sprouting and ready to plant. They're small, I'm frugal, and I don't mind a little wait. These big pots outside the front porch should be nice for at least a month.
Everything is coming up willy-nilly in my garden. My flower beds are a jumble of 30 years of planting, digging, experiments, life, death, bugs and everything in between. Years ago, I was famous for my big dahlias, but they need space and sun. Over the years our back yard turned into a shady jungle, and I lost interest in them. But now with the Douglas fir gone and the fig tree decapitated, the micro-climates in the yard have changed back again. I'm partial to the perfect "ball" shapes like this white one I bought at True Value last week. The garish yellow one is called "Seattle." It will be at least six months until we see them bloom, but they really liven up the late summer beds.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The mountain girls

Out for a family hike on Valentine's Day...

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Sun and dust

I guess one advantage of living in a gloomy northern climate is you can't see the dust all winter. Then one morning, the spring sun shines through a dirty window and shows a gray coating on every level surface. And those cobwebs in the corners. The more "stuff" and books you've collected over the winter, the more dust you have.

So I was sitting at my desk yesterday morning, typing away about paintings and looking out at blue sky through a scrim of winter dirt. Enough. I got out the ladder and bottle of extra strength Windex, and did a quick job on the outside windows. Not perfect, but the house was visibly lighter when I came back in. What is it about spring cleaning that makes a woman go slightly nuts?

Here's a picture of the first daffodil, as promised. Technically, these are jonquils, the earliest miniature bloomers belonging to the family Narcissus. It seems like I've planted hundreds of the big daffodils over the years, but they peter out in our yard and don't naturalize into "drifts" like they're supposed to. But this sweet little clump comes back year after year, and just by luck I haven't accidentally dug it up.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Paintings and stories

Maybe you've noticed I like paintings from the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, especially John Waterhouse and Edward Burne-Jones. I guess this type of idealized "representation" isn't exactly high art. But what pretty pictures. We think of the Victorians as uptight, but this style is also described as "medieval eroticism," and it was once controversial and avant-garde. Now-a-days, these pictures make nice calendars, note cards and dorm posters. Most of them tell a story, and here are a few of my favorites.

"Lady Clare"
John Waterhouse

For a long time I thought this pretty girl was leading a white deer, but no! It's a unicorn-- there's his little horn. This is "Lady Clare," the unicorn hunter in the mythical poem by Alfred Tennyson. I'm not sure if she has captured him, or he is just following her home.


"Circe"
John Waterhouse

Here's a painting from Greek mythology, showing Circe the enchantress with her carafe of magic wine. During his long odyssey, Ulysses and his crew arrived on the Island of Aeaea, where they saw the beautiful Circe weaving on her loom. They found this domestic sight reassuring, and probably hoped she could cook too, because they were starving. She invited them to dinner, and as soon as they sipped the wine, they were transformed into animals according to their innermost tendencies: mostly pigs, dogs, and lions. You get the picture-- the magic wine shows what you really are at heart. After that, Circe took them to the stables and fed them acorns, the usual food for swine. The sailors had animal bodies, but they still had their human minds. They cried, but all you could hear were grunts. Sad.


"Ophelia"
John Waterhouse

Dramatic Shakespeare characters were also popular. Here is mad Ophelia from the play Hamlet, gathering flowers right before she drowns herself. There's another famous painting of Ophelia, done by the painter Millais. It shows her floating on the water, still held up by her ornate dress, just as Shakespeare described it in the play.


"Cleopatra"
John Waterhouse


Everyone knows who Cleopatra is, but this is a languorous pose. You can almost imagine the artist's model reclining in the studio, playing a sultry lady with plenty of time to lie around thinking up mischief. Watch out, Mark Anthony.


"The Beguiling of Merlin"
Burne-Jones


This complex picture is considered one of Burne-Jones best, and it took him almost nine years to complete. His mistress, whose face you see in many of his other paintings, was the model for Nimue, who has just cast a spell on the powerful wizard Merlin. According to legend, Merlin becomes entangled in a hawthorn bush, where his voice is sometimes still heard.


"Miranda and the Tempest"
John Waterhouse


In Shakespeare's play "The Tempest," the fifteen year old Miranda was cast away on an island since she was a baby. She received an education from her magician father, but is completely lacking in life experience. From her limited knowledge of the world, she assumes all men are good. Her father causes a massive storm to bring her a husband, and in this picture she watches the shipwreck that brings men to the island. She has these famous lines at the end of the play:

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is!

Oh, brave new world that has such creatures in it.


The Tempest
Act 5, Scene 1, 181-184


"The Lady of Shallot"
John Waterhouse


This famous painting is based on Tennyson's poem The Lady of Shallot. The poem tells an Arthurian legend about a lady who has been cursed, and must constantly weave a magic web without looking out at the real world. She watches the world in a mirror instead, which reflects the busy road to Camelot. One day who should ride along but Sir Lancelot. She stops weaving, finds a boat and floats down the river to Camelot. It doesn't have a happy ending.

What is beautiful? I don't know. In about 1975, I bought a poster of "The Lady of Shallot" on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley, a big purchase for a poor English literature major. At the time, this was one of the prettiest things I ever saw, and I have it to this day.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Lobster, steak and red cake

I don't cook lobster often (who does?) but QFC had a special on 8 oz. lobster tails, so I splurged. I found plenty of Internet advice on how to prepare them. Boil, steam, broil, grill. But the fish counter lady said to wrap it in foil and bake, then use the broiler to finish it with lemon butter.
What a beautiful creature! But I'm glad I only had to deal with the tail end...
The first step is to snip the shell all along the back. The skewers just keep it from curling up like a snail when it cooks. Then I baked it for 15 minutes. This was a big guy and it was still only partially cooked when I put it under the broiler. It went under the hot infra-red for about 10 more minutes.
Then I cut it in half, with shell flying everywhere. Here's the mouth-watering treat. A big chunk for each, which we dipped in melted butter, and ate with champagne. Mine was gone in a twinkling-- what a piggy!

And if THAT wasn't high enough on the food chain, we also shared a rib steak!
Followed by some red velvet cake...
Hope you had a good day, too. Thank you John, for the beautiful red roses!
(Tonight we're back to plain pasta and salad.)

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Valentine baby

Our little Valentine girl
wishes you a happy day...

with lots of giggles and fun!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Snow and more snow

Here's a picture worth a thousand words... Thanks Janice, and everyone who sent us great snow pictures from the east. If you're watching the Vancouver Olympics, you can see just how wet and warm we are in the Northwest this "winter," if you can even call it that.

I hate to flaunt the first daffodil in my garden, but if we have an afternoon of sun this weekend, I'll get out and take a picture. The forsythia is pretty right now, and a few of the early crocus were blooming until our juvenile delinquent squirrels came along snipped them off. I assume, just for the fun of it...

Hope you have a nice Saturday. I'll be avoiding John, who is spending the weekend holed up in the basement reconfiguring the new hard drive on his Apple, which crashed last week. He's been coming upstairs to gloat occasionally, because the Apple repair depot "accidentally" loaded Leopard free, instead of his old Tiger operating system. All you Macs out there will understand that. He's very excited-- if it were me, I'd be peeved at having to learn something new.

Friday, February 12, 2010

The queen of hearts

A few years ago for Valentines Day, I made a batch of sugar cookies for John to take in to the ladies he works with. Hey, I'm a nice person! But once you start a tradition, you can't just forget about it the next year. People might be expecting a Valentine cookie! I don't mind-- and besides, these nice ladies have to put up with John eight hours a day. ;-)
And it gave me a chance to try out the hand-powered cookie dough beater my brother-in-law sent. Works great, Dan.
After my Christmas baking orgy, I thought I'd never make cut-out cookies again. But here I go...
And the decorating part is fun, with a cup of coffee and the right music on the stereo.
Speaking of Valentine's Day, hope you spend a warm and happy Sunday with someone you love. Keep it simple...