Monday, February 25, 2013

Memory forms, piece by piece.

Memory forms, piece by piece. Some of them go missing, others interlock, firm. We fill in the missing pieces with what we imagine or just leave the gap, admit the blank. And sometimes, we imagine what might have been, would have been. I do that.
-- Jill Talbot, via The Paris Review

Friday, February 22, 2013

Kate Middleton Shoes, French Pastries, and a Lovely Dishful of Sak

The nearly five year old was offered a job at Nordstrom last week.  There we were, walking through Salon shoes, when Emilia grabbed a particularly lovely high-heel and said, 'Look Mama!  It's Kate Middleton's shoe!'  Of course she was right, I'm raising no nit-wit.  (You know the one, nude stiletto shoe made by LK Bennett.  No?  Still not ringing a bell?  Well, just go look in the bottom of my closet.  Left hand side. There we are.  Unless of course Leo has been in there, then they are up and down the hallway and chucked wherever his little hands have decided to toss them.)

Then we went to QFC, where she was not offered a job, because frankly we had bigger fish to fry anyway.  We needed whole milk, butter, limes, chocolate, and goodness knows what else.  I've turned the kitchen into a veritable french patisserie this past week.  Well, not fully,  as we've only done brioche (both little ones in the pretty tins and loaves) and a french lime creme tarte, thus far.  But Emilia and I have got all kinds of plans.  Next are eclairs and then madeleines and then whatever else strikes our fancy.  This is the kind of thing that I do well --  I bury myself in particular things of a particular theme at particular times.  This time it happens to be french pastries, but it could just as easily be something else: Nancy Mitford books, The Lumineers,  hot and sour soup, and controlled experiments of an herbal tea nature.  That sort of thing.

And so, three pounds of butter in one week... Yes, I know, hopefully this bender is short-lived.**

But because of the kitchen patisserie, or at least due in part, dinner has been a very healthy and very fresh and very simple affair these days.  It is all about balance, no?  But this isn't exactly unusual -- I always cook that way.  However, I think our bodies are appreciating it a bit more right now, or at least mine is.  Afterall, I am the one who ate most of that damned lime tarte.  (It was unbelievably divine and I do not regret it.  I do regret eating two pieces for lunch one day though, because then I just wanted to lay down and die. Please refer back to footnote at bottom of page.)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Sometimes I really love where we live

'Let me have an ear!  Let me have an ear!'  This is what the nearly 5 year old says when she sees me in the kitchen at night, washing dishes, and iPod attached to my person.  And this, amongst a few other lovelies on rotation, is what she will hear.  Oh, I love this song.  Every time she hears it, this is what she says: 'Mama, is that song yours?  I think it is yours.  Boom dee a da boom dee a da!' And I will not argue with her.  In fact, I will happily take it as mine. 

---- I love the mountains I love the rolling hills I love the flowers I love the daffodils I love the fireside When the lights are lowBoom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom I love the ocean I love the open sea I love the forest I love the bumblebees I love the stars above When night turns into day Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom I love the sunshine I love the butterflies I love the windblow I love the river flow I love the city lights When the moon is high (Chorus): Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom I love the daysies I love the sugar peas I love the meadows I love the summer breeze I love to walk on by My head up in the sky Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom (Chorus 8x:) Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

I Love This Man

I love this man. I really really really do. He will be missed -- all the way on the other side of the great big world. And I will continue to tell the two small people in the house all about him and the cats.  'Mama, will you tell me about the cats again?  How they used to follow him along the streets of Rome while he was going to work?  What kind of snacks did he have in his pockets, do you think? And did the cats go home and wait for him until the next day? That's crazy!'

But really, I am grateful for him. And I am wildly proud to be a little part of his very large flock.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

How To Weather a Storm

Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about the Mahogany Tree.
--W.M. Thackeray, The Mahogany Tree

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Second Reading, Fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time

1 Corinthians 13
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
2And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
5it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
7Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.
9For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect;
10but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.
11When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.
12For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.
13So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.