Friday, 20 November 2009

Saturday, 14 November 2009

  • Hospitality Practicum


     

    It's a still, quiet morning, and I have to admit that November is growing on me.  It's a hard act to follow September and October.  But most of the hustle and bustle of getting wood in, cleaning the garden, canning, and trading tees for turtlenecks has been accomplished. 

    The great work of November is preparing to give thanks.  We're excited to have extended family and family-by-extension join us in two weeks. And I have a new cookbook this year: Thanksgiving 101 by Rick Rodgers.  Yay!

    Our recent trip to San Francisco has got me thinking.  We were the recipients of gracious hospitality at every stop along the way.  Hospitality is an art; I find myself needing refresher courses at various waypoints in my life. 

    The best way to learn to be a host is to be a guest.

    The best way to learn to be a guest is to host others.

    Here's a short practicum on what I've learned over the years up through last week:

    ~ As a host

      The most important thing is to be welcoming.  If you can see your guests arrive, go to them to meet and greet.  Thank them for coming.  If you are in the midst of a cleaning frenzy, stop.  People are more important.

      As a host, give your guests the best you can offer.  Bestow honor.

      Give instructions in advance if your shower has a peculiar operations system.

      If you have a guest room, a pleasant basket of goodies can include bottled water, lotion, a mint, magazine, pad of paper and pen. 

      Find ways to bless your guests as they go.  A sandwich to go, a bottle of water, a bag of scones.  On this trip, one of our hosts washed the windshield and windows of our car while we were packing up.  He learned it from a motel (*some* motel!) and has done it ever since.  It was a lovely grace.

    ~ As a guest

      The most important thing is to be thankful and appreciative.  Express thanks for the efforts made on your behalf.

      It is good to bring a small gift: a bottle of wine, a bunch of flowers, a bottle of lotion, a book (of course), a hunk of cheese, or a loaf of banana bread. 

      Be accommodating.  That means helpful and obliging.  Help set or clear the table.  If there are young children in the house, read them a book. 

      Let your host know in advance if you have dietary restrictions.  I will gladly make vegan dishes for vegan friends; but meat is the default at our house!

      Keep your things together and out of the way.  This applies even when your host has a relaxed housekeeping style. 

      If your host doesn't mind, strip the bed linens before you leave.

      Write thank you notes.  Really organized people leave them on the pillow.  The rest of us mortals send them within, ahem, a month's time!  



    The wonderful thing is that hosting and guesting begin and end with thanksgiving.  Gratitude is the lubricant that smooths relationships. 



    Currently
    Thanksgiving 101: Celebrate America's Favorite Holiday with America's Thanksgiving Expert
    By Rick Rodgers
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Friday, 13 November 2009

  • Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down

     


    My sister-in-law first introduced me to PG Tips, which for me is synonymous with British Tea.  PG Tips is first choice among some choice local friends.   So when Angie reviewed this book, it was a given that I'd read it. 

    The cover of the book shows oodles of biscuits [cookies in America] and no tea!  Well then.  The bits about tea bookend the book about biscuits.  Because biscuit appraisal is in Nicey's blood.  Unfortunately, I have no interest in biscuits.  But I read the book because Nicey is quite funny and the whole book was a lovely taste of England. 

    In short, this was a pleasant read.  If you want to get a taste of Nicey and Wifey, check out their website. Or take a nibble of these quotes.

    Anyway, a nice cuppa while sitting down is the cornerstone of British society,
    possibly even more important to us than television or queuing up for things.

    Indeed, tea without biscuits is a missed opportunity.

    The first thing you notice about an All Butter biscuit is that it is not all butter.
    If it were, it would indeed be butter, and therefore suitable for spreading on toast.

    Oats have long been a valuable source of sustenance
    for both mankind and the Scottish.

    The wafer is one of the many varied techniques whereby the food industry
    persuades us to buy and consume air.

    Oh dear, oh dear.
    It's the biggest-selling biscuit on the planet
    and it doesn't even know it is a biscuit.
    The Oreo is baked across the world by Nabisco,
    the name being a contraction of
    'The National Biscuit Company' of the USA.


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    Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down
    By Nicey & Wifey
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Tuesday, 10 November 2009

Sunday, 08 November 2009

  • A Night at the Opera


     

    My brother Dan sings in the chorus of the San Francisco Opera.  Although he has sung in operas for 25 years, Curt and I have only been able to see him play a lead role in Madame Butterfly with a touring company.  One item on my "bucket list" has been to see Dan sing on stage in San Francisco. 

    Thursday night it happened.  It was the dress rehearsal for Otello by Giuseppe Verdi, based on the play by Shakespeare.  We had prime seats in the "orchestra" section (main floor); hordes of vibrantly enthusiastic high school students watched from the balconies. 

    I'm just going to say it: opera is an acquired taste.  I enjoy it, but I understand it is foreign territory for many.

    But there is no better way to introduce, develop and nurture an operatic appetite than to see a live performance.  The Opera House provides a grand and splendid setting.  The three-story sets and lighting were superb.  The acoustics exquisite. The storyline, sung in Italian, was easy to follow with English super titles.  In short order, I was spell bound.  Moved.  Shaken. 



    There is no electronic amplification.  The South African tenor and Bulgarian soprano had pipes.  But the Italian baritone who played evil Iago amazed me.  And when the entire cast was singing and all the instruments were playing, the sound went gloriously through my bones. 

    The conductor turned to the audience before the fourth and final act.  The kids were not settled and the rustling noises continued.  "This act begins very quietly with a very beautiful French horn solo," the maestro explained. "This very beautiful music needs very beautiful silence.  Thank you."

    It was a night to remember. 

    You can see a three minute segment here, a video filmed during the performance we saw.    

Friday, 06 November 2009

  • Wendell




    -- Do you call yourself an agrarian?

    -- Not when I'm home by myself.


      
    Two salmon-colored wing chairs on an oriental rug. 
    Two very tall, lanky men:  Michael Pollan  the host, Wendell Berry the guest.

    Wendell Berry. 
    A charming, lovely, humble man. 
    In truth, so was Michael Pollan.

    Pollan got to pick the questions. 
    Are you hopeful? 
    Have you bought a computer yet? 
    What do you think of this administration's farming policy?
    Is there such a thing as an urban agrarian? 



    Wendell Berry's words were familiar.
    The importance of local economies.
    Pay attention to the land.
    Land economy vs. Paper economy.
    Community.
    The value of work.

     

    The undisputed highpoint was listening to
    Wendell Berry read a poem he had written.
    No title.
    The only phrase I can recall is
    "the validation of beauty."

    Warm, dulcet tones,
    pleasant relaxed cadences.
    A treat for the ears.

    The evening ended too soon, with many topics untouched.
    It still seems unreal to me.
    I heard Wendell Berry speak.


    It was great to share the evening with friends, old and new.
    Dear Rachel, who in Berrian terminology is "part of the membership"
    made this possible. When asked if we were related, my answer
    was "Of course, just not by blood."
    Thank you my friend for a night I will remember.



    And it was a special grace to share another evening of my life
    with Diane of A Circle of Quiet.  Like I knew, my family loved you.

    Why I love Wendell Berry's fiction.

    Everything I've written about Wendell
     






Wednesday, 04 November 2009

  • Flora Grubb




    Flora Grubb  is an urban nursery,
    a pocket of delight in the midst of an industrial neighborhood.
    Dan and Val were eager to show us
    their favorite Saturday morning hangout.




    Cactus Art? 
    A small section of the wall of cactus.




     



    These canvas planting bags are an essential component of vertical gardening.



    When one orders a latte, one gets Latte Art.


Tuesday, 03 November 2009

  • The Anatomy of a Lovely Week




    ~  Every morning begins with a cuppa, made by my brother.



    ~  A great solution for a small bathroom, isn't it?

    ~  A new friend of ours--we met him Sunday--
    has opened up a thriving cafe in Oakland called Remedy Coffee.
    It has wifi, but if you are on a laptop,
    you must sit at the communal table.
    Small tables are reserved for
    traditional cafe activities, e.g. talking and drinking coffee.
    He installed an old phone.
    If you want to talk on your cell phone,
    you must go into the phone booth.


    ~  How could I have made it through a lifespan
    without Bach's B Minor Mass?
    Katie asked Dan to explain the fugue.
    After a short music lesson, he put it on.
    Beauty beyond words.
    Beyond words.

    ~ I recently decided that I want to devote a wall
    in my kitchen to my brother's photography.
    I swear I had the idea before I saw his living room!

     

    ~  An absolutely delicious outing to Penzey's Spices. 
    What a fun store!
    *This* much fun!


     
    ~  One of Curt's college roommates came over. 
    We ate.  We talked.  We listened to this.
    In the old days the discussion afterwards would've
    gone on past midnight.
    But, alas, we have aged.

    ~  Here is the best side dish in the world:

    Coyote Corn
    2 T butter
    2-3 cups fresh or frozen corn kernels
    3-4 sun-dried tomatoes, soaked, drained, chopped
    3 T finely chopped fresh basil
    1/3 cup chopped green onions, including tops
    salt and freshly ground black pepper

    Heat butter in skillet, add corn and tomatoes until warmed through.
    Place in serving bowl; add basil and onions.
    Salt and pepper to taste.

    Today more visits.
    Tomorrow: Wendell Berry.



Friday, 30 October 2009

  • Simple Pleasures in October




    ~  the glorious colors

    ~  The gift of a *bale* of large bubble wrap,
    left on my pillow by The Man.
    He really does love me!

    ~  Anticipation - it's free, it's rich, it's wonderful

    ~ Pictures of the gospel in daily life.
    In my job I take responsibility for problems
    I didn't create (along with all the ones I did).
    It's not all beer and skittles.
    But a bright floodlight recently turned on for me:
    Christ took my sins on Himself when it wasn't His fault.
    I am putting on His righteousness, which I didn't earn.
    Those pictures, ya know, are everywhere.

    ~ being prepared for winter
    (my husband gets credit for this...
    and my son who tilled the garden)

    ~ some lovely blogs
    All three writers have much in common:
    they love the life they've been given,
    they are beyond excellent cooks,
    they love making their homes comfortable,
    they think,
    and they are all part of my real life!!
    They are my simple pleasures.

    ~  Lindsey at DrunkwithJoy loves bright colors,
    interior decorating, scratch cooking, good words,
    and her loveable husband Jon.
    Lindsey is a very wise young woman.
    Hostess Gift Ideas and Fat Mothers are two of my favorite recent posts.

    ~Rebecca at A Covenant Life has designed two houses, raised
    four kids, started a line of soaps she makes,
    is drop dead beautiful, rides horses
    and is an avid reader to boot! Check out
    The Heart and Soul of a Covenant Home and
    The Anatomy of a Covenant Wedding,
    full of pictures and thoughts and the
    words of her husband spoken to
    their adopted daughter
    at her wedding.

    ~ Sunshine at Artistic Housewife is my neighbor!
    She brings sunshine wherever she goes.
    MOB (Mail Order Brides) explains why men live in this valley
    and why the women who love them left the city behind.
    In Where Everybody Knows Your Name
    Sunshine explains why she no longer shops in her pajamas.
    Sunshine. has. read. all. of. William. Shakespeare.
    The. complete. works.



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    Rabbit Songs
    By Hem
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Saturday, 24 October 2009

  • Autumn Song



         

    Autumn clouds are flying, flying,
    O'er the waste of blue.
    Summer flowers are dying, dying,
    Late so lovely new.
    Laboring trains are slowly rolling
    Home with winter grain;
    Holy bells are slowly toiling
    Over buried men.



    Goldener lights set noon asleeping
    Like an afternoon;
    Colder airs come stealing, creeping
    After sun and moon;
    And the leaves all tired of blowing,
    Cloud-like o'er the sun,
    Change to sunset colors, knowing
    That their day is done.



    Autumn's sun is sinking, sinking
    Into winter's night;
    And our hearts are thinking, thinking
    Of the cold and blight.
    Our life's sun is slowly going.
    Down the hill of night;
    Will our clouds shine golden-glowing
    On the slope of night.



    But the vanished corn is lying
    In rich golden glooms.
    In the churchyard all the sighing
    Is above the tombs.
    Spring will come, slow-lingering
    Opening buds of faith.
    Man goes forth to meet his spring
    Through the door of death.

      

    So we love with no less loving,
    Hair that turns to gray ;
    Or a step less lightly moving,
    In life's autumn day.
    And if thought, still-brooding, lingers
    O'er each bygone thing,
    'Tis because old autumn's fingers
    Paint in hues of spring.

    Autumn Song by George MacDonald


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The *BEST* Reads: 2006-09

*Hannah Coulter*, Wendell Berry
That Distant Land, Wendell Berry
The Guns of August, BarbaraTuchman
Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini
Cry, the Beloved Country, Allan Paton
1776, David McCullough
84, Charing Cross Road, Hanff
The Warden, Anthony Trollope
Barchester Towers, Anthony Trollope
Dr. Thorne, Anthony Trollope
Framley Parsonage, Trollope
Kristin Lavransdatter, Sigrid Unset
To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
The Omnivore's Dilemma, Pollan
Letters of Samuel Rutherford
Some Lovely Islands, Leslie Thomas
On Writing Well, William Zinsser
The Rest of God, Mark Buchanan
Soldier of the Great War, M. Helprin
Remembering, Wendell Berry
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
All But My Life, Gerda Weissman Klein
The Pianist, Wladyslaw Szpilman
The Proud Tower, Barbara Tuchman
The Herb of Grace, Elizabeth Goudge
How to Cook a Wolf, MFK Fisher
Simple Courage, Frank Delaney
Cold Sassy Tree, Olive Ann Burns
A Thread of Grace, Russell
Rachel Ray, Anthony Trollope

Books Read 2009

The Penderwicks, Jeanne Birdsall
Fire in the Blood, Irène Némirovsky
Suite Francaise, Irène Némirovsky
The Last Chronicle of Barset, Trollope
The 2nd World War in Color, S. Binns
Bedside Manners, David Watt
Gathering Storm, Winston Churchill
The Airman's War, Albert Marrin
The Rising Tide, Jeff Shaara
Band of Brothers, Stephen Ambrose
Beyond Band of Brothers, Dick Winters
My Lucky Star, Zdenka Fantlova
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
Dr. Seuss Goes to War, Richard Minear
Churchill,Hitler,Unnec. War, Buchanan
Overlord, Albert Marrin
Mein Kampf, Adolf Hitler
The Pianist, Wladyslaw Szpilman
All God's Children & BSS, Myers
The Steel Wave, Jeff Shaara
All But My Life, Gerda Weissman Klein
The Hours After, Gerda and Kurt Klein
The Ocean of Truth, J. McPherson
Isaac Newton, Schultze
The Wild Blue, Stephen E. Ambrose
Walter, the Story of a Rat, B. Wersba
How to Cook a Wolf, MFK Fisher
The Proud Tower, Barbara Tuchman
The Herb of Grace, Elizabeth Goudge
Simple Courage, Frank Delaney
1916, Morgan Llywelyn
Luther and His Katie, MacCuish
Living in a Foreign Language, Tucker
Cold Sassy Tree, Olive Ann Burns
Leaving Cold Sassy, Olive Ann Burns
Women of the OT, Kuyper
The Illumined Heart, Mathewes-Green
D-Day, Stephen Ambrose
A Gravestone Made of Wheat, Weaver
Luncheon/Boating Party, Vreeland
The Panama Hat Trail, Miller
Head Over Heels in the Dales, Phinn
Art/Civilized Conversation, Shepherd
Head Over Heels in the Dales, Phinn
The Water is Wide, Pat Conroy
The Invisible Heart, Russell Roberts
Garlic and Sapphires, Ruth Reichl
Eating My Words, Mimi Sheraton
The Holy Wild, Mark Buchanan
Easy Co. Soldier, Malarkey
A Year Down Yonder, Richard Peck
Evasions, Melanie Jeschke
The Spiritual Life, Evelyn Underhill
Isaac and His Devils, Fernanda Eberstadt
The American Classics, Denis Donoghue
The Phoenix & the Carpet, E. Nesbit
Tea Time for Trad. Built, McCall-Smith
Common Sense Christian Living, Schaeffer
The Uncommon Reader, Alan Bennett
Winterdance, Gary Paulsen
Speaking of Beauty, Denis Donoghue
A Thread of Grace, Mary Doria Russell
Nice Cup of Tea & a Sit Down, Nicey
The Book That Changed My Life
String Too Short to be Saved, Donald Hall

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