There’s something about an autumn night, after the rains have passed, that is delightful.
The wind swirls, fallen leaves scud across the sky, and I can feel my hair rise as the air pressure shifts. Autumn is definitely here, and we hope for brave fairies, ghosts, and possibly ninja turtles this year on Halloween. But the storm that passed –> good riddance. We had chorus practice in the dark due to rolling power failures, amazing lightning, power is still out in part of the house, and we had to calm a frazzled himmie. Yes. Her. Totally frantic.
The Eyes of Reproach
Before I forget it…
Maple walnut granola (based on a recipe from the Heart Association Cookbook)
6 cups slow cook oats (old fashioned)
1 cup wheatgerm
1 cup broken walnut pieces
3/4 cup mix of honey and maple syrup (I used about 1/8 cup of honey and the rest was syrup)
1/4 cup olive oil
cinnamon and cardamom to taste
Preheat oven to 225°F. Line a large pan with nonstick paper (I’ve been using a large lasagna/casserole pan). Important: make sure the pan has high enough sides that the oats won’t fall out while you are turning them. Add oats, wheatgerm, and walnut pieces. Mix honey, maple syrup, and oil together (recipe suggests heating if the honey won’t dissolve). Drizzle over the oat mixture, mixing thoroughly with a scraper or spatula. Shake a bit of cardamom or cinnamon over the oats. Once everything is mixed, put into oven. Check every 20 minutes, using the spatula or scraper to make sure the honey doesn’t stick and burn. Takes about 2 hours of baking time. Keeps in the refrigerator, although it’s gone so fast we don’t have any info beyond one week.
Published October 9, 2014
Tags: baltimore, book, book fair, books, city life, Heintz, inner harbor, Michalski, Six train to wisconsin, The tide king
A while back, I mentioned book festivals. (in this post here). We went to the one in Baltimore, and wandered around in mazes of tents around the Inner Harbor. We darted in and listened to people read from books, gawked at vendor’s wares, and looked for something not in the library yet. Continue reading ‘Book festival finds’
The Pink Suit by Nicole Mary Kelby brings us back to the days when people were talking about grassy knolls, conspiracies in Dallas, and the days that led up to the loss of the USA’s 35th president. The story is told from the perspective of an Irish seamstress living in a New York boutique, creating the knockoff dresses that allowed Jackie Kennedy to wear French style with an American label. Seamstress Kate and her sweetheart, Patrick, are wonderful, and the story talks about what happens when an immigrants desire to live in the American dream is stood on its head. This book was a real treasure to read, and overshadowed the other books I picked up at the library. The owners of the dress boutique are well-drawn, slightly comic characters. The immigrant neighborhood where Kate lives is lovingly described, as are her family. Kate is a made up character, but you feel like you’re with her, fussing about making hundreds of fabric feathers for one patron or figuring out how to get the president’s wife’s body double away from the paparazzi.
Things I learned (because I’m too young to have seen original footage, and our television was black-and-white anyway): the dress worn by Jackie was pink, not blue. There was quite a shifty world of knockoffs that were done in America with the permission of the French fashion houses, as well as sometimes outright stolen designs. Pictures of Jacqueline Kennedy through the years are available here, through a slideshow at the Cut.
After finding out I missed the Brooklyn, NY Book Festival last weekend, I’ve been looking at others around the USA.
I missed the Library of Congress Book Festival earlier in the year, but they post videos from it are here. They also have downloadable former book festival posters, (my favorite book poster from it here). You might like the one with dragons better.
Here are some other upcoming book festivals:
Funding cuts have sadly affected some book festivals. Others just seem to be poorly advertised. A lot of the ones I wished to go to were so early in the year that I’m still reading my Christmas gifts, or they’re places too far away like Miami, Chicago, California, or London, UK and Edinburgh in Scotland. A book festival, no matter how small and quirky (see April Fool’s Day International Edible Books Festival), is still a lovely place to meet authors, to find out about new books, and to find others who speak your language (or are up for a long, pleasant debate).
My Internet (and I think everyone else’s Internet) was down most of last week. But I still want to post a picture of the Empty Sky (9/11) Memorial that is in Liberty State Park. So much to see there, with the Statue of Liberty in the distance, and NYC in front of you. But the memorial creates an amazing portal into the past. Clean lines, framing what isn’t there anymore.
Empty Sky memorial, close up
Names are etched on the inside walls, there is a berm/hill on either side. And while very plain, it reflects the sky, it reflects the mood of the day, it isn’t static.
Several brides were having their photos taken at the park, with the beautiful skyline behind them (or in front of the area where immigrants first stood on the US mainland after being on Ellis Island). There’s still damage to the park from Superstorm Sandy, but the park continues on, providing a unique frame for the story of immigrants, tragedy, and rebirth that defines who we think we are here in the 50 States.
On a less somber note, if you’re ever wondering if there’s a place to eat with a view of the New York skyline, try out Liberty House Restaurant. Good food, lovely views. Well worth getting reservations on a summer day when you can sit outdoors and watch the sailboats in the river.