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  • Patricia Cornwell: Book of the Dead (Kay Scarpetta, No. 15)

    Patricia Cornwell: Book of the Dead (Kay Scarpetta, No. 15)
    I only put myself through this out of some sick completist compulsion. She jumped the shark when she brought Benton back to life. Although, reading this one reminded me of whatser in Misery. Maybe if someone kidnapped Cornwell ... she would write better books ... Hm.

  • Jennifer 8 Lee: The Fortune Cookie Chronicles: Adventures in the World of Chinese Food

    Jennifer 8 Lee: The Fortune Cookie Chronicles: Adventures in the World of Chinese Food
    This was cute, something light to read on vaca. But seriously, when I got to the end, at the big internment camps! reveal? I just thought ... What? She seemed real smart up till now. She couldn't figure that out? This is why an intense history curriculum is the cornerstone of our home education program.

  • Julie Kavanagh: Rudolf Nureyev

    Julie Kavanagh: Rudolf Nureyev
    This is the finest piece of writing I have read in five years, maybe longer -- maybe ever. It is a fascinating biography, sure, but the writing! The writing!! Applause! Clapping! She is drawing from so many sources and narratives and different kinds of material to weave this whole story together, but she makes it look so easy, and it is a technical marvel, aside from a great yarn. The account of his defection is masterful and pulse-pounding and page-turning! Also, when Fillette came to me and asked me why her new school teaches second position differently from her old school: I had a real smart, accurate & informed history-of-ballet answer for her! Five stars!

  • Sheherazade Goldsmith, ed: Slice of Organic Life

    Sheherazade Goldsmith, ed: Slice of Organic Life
    This had pretty photographs and sweet, matter-of-fact introductions to all manner of suburban-y farmstead, carbon-fp-reduction things, without all that kind of wooden-necklace attitude that made that Kingsolver book so insufferable. I fantasized for 8 or 12 whole minutes about keeping bees, but a. don't look good in white and b. neighbor keeps bees and will trade honey for vegetables I grow as ornaments. I love my neighborhood.

  • Debra W. Haffner: From Diapers to Dating : A Parent's Guide to Raising Sexually Healthy Children, from Infancy to Adolescence.

    Debra W. Haffner: From Diapers to Dating : A Parent's Guide to Raising Sexually Healthy Children, from Infancy to Adolescence.
    [while reading this book, I groaned in a singsong, "transphooobiaaaa!" Mari sang back, "Sweeeeediiiiiiiiish!"]
    the one for older children is better, though when my children are actually that age, I may find it as basic as I found this one. apparently, I am totally Swedish in my uptight heart. she talks about not omitting the concepts of family planning, contraception, and HIV transmission from the family's culture of quotidian sex talk, even to the littlest, which was good to remember. also, in the introduction reveals that in 21stc, there are still parents telling children they came from cabbage patch. (not in sweden)

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I am back into the regulation clingy, long-armed knits & low-rise jeans I wear three seasons and have dialed it down to Buffalo Springfield and solo Don Henley.  Don Henley from 25 years ago, not from the recent past where he styles like the male Faith Hill.  Kowalski called me tonight while I was out running errands and told me a funny, sweet story about someone we used to know, a story that is the tiniest bit sad.  I exchanged him, in the light of a sodium vapor lamp, a long confessional of the sort that is his purview.  He was noodling around on the piano while we talked and now I seem to have a thirst for Muddy Waters.  Or Outkast.  Leonard Cohen?  I cannot sort it all out just yet.  Obviously.

The rain continues and the eggplant are still inside, shivering.  If I had known that this spring would be this way, I would have planted spinach when I thought of it.  Sadly, I then considered the season too long in its tooth.  I have spinach from the farmer's market, however, still with its tiny roots attached.  It was being passed off as premium baby greens, but thinning the rows in the garden was my task as a child and I recognized the little roots attached to the babies as more of a waste not, want not situation.  Premium greens makes me laugh a little.

Potage

My (s)mother made this soup after Mass every Sunday when spinach was in the garden, which is in the Midwest a very, very long time.  It was always best with the thinned plants; I was happy to have 2 full bags.  It is the only soup I have ever known to be a fine companion to a plain green salad right alongside. 

Lentil Soup

Boil 2 cups French lentils in 10 cups of liquid as desired for soup* until quite tender.  Salt to taste, leave to cool. 

When ready to eat, give 4 to 6 large handfuls of clean, young spinach a quick turn in a 1/4c of butter on high heat, just long enough to wilt.  Pour spinach (with butter) into the lentils.  Puree to about a 70% smoothness, then reheat gently.  Taste again for salt, then add the juice of one lemon.  Serve hot.

I think it is Outkast, definitely.

*Chicken or vegetable stocks work well, although I always use water with 4 ribs of celery and 2 carrots, which I remove when the lentils are done.

Comments

we're back to the oh-it's-like-filipino thing again. mung beans and mizuna. excellent combo.

When I am not in the Total 100-Mile Spirit, I will try it.

We would sometimes use watercress instead of spinach, but that did not grow in the potager. xo

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