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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Oatmeal is a common warm breakfast. But I don't really like oatmeal very much. Actually it's one of my least favorite foods. I like thick slices of toast with butter melted into them in the mornings. But since I have been lazy and haven't made bread, last week I put together pretty much the sum of all that was in my cupboard: oatmeal (that I only had for the purpose of putting in bread dough), cinnamon, a granny smith apple, and maple syrup. And I really liked it and have eaten it several times since. Just boil the oatmeal on the stove top with a dash of sea salt (sorry, I don't measure or use timers... the oatmeal of course expands when it cooks and it looks mushy when it's done). While the oatmeal is boiling, chop up any apple you like into little cubes and drop the cubes into a big bowl (that you would like to eat out of). When the oatmeal is done, dump it over the apples, then sprinkle it with four or five big pinches of cinnamon, stir it with a spoon and then pour real maple syrup over it. It is a good winter breakfast or afternoon snack and it sits just right in your belly.
And about the book... I have been reading Russian Winter by Daphne Kalotay. I found it by pure luck last time I was at the library. It is not a very professional or intelligent practice, but I enjoy walking up and down the aisles of the library almost like a water witch, following my impulse. I pull books off the shelves and open them to random pages and read passages. If it feels right, I check it out and give it a whirl. So I found Russian Winter like that, and it is the most beautiful novel I have read in a long time... it is not tedious or pretentious, nor is it formulaic or simple. It is real and rich and of genuine, old-fashioned literary quality. The characters are outstanding and the atmosphere and setting feel breathtakingly real. If you are looking for a book to help ease you into a winter state of mind, and to make you feel completely content with a blanket and a cup of hot tea and nowhere to go, check it out.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Today is grey and windy. A perfect day for naps with strange dreams, or thinking about the little boy in Roald Dahl's The Witches sitting with his Norwegian grandma in front of the fire telling stories and mending socks. It's the kind of day when forgotten smells bring you vivid, unexpected memories and the past seems to want to lure you and wrap you up in a heavy fate-like blanket. I was so lost in these kinds of thoughts and feelings while I was out walking that I gasped when I heard the sound of a big old sycamore leaf rolling along the packed dirt behind me in the lane. I'd expected to see a person or an animal when I turned around. And I especially liked this feather caught in the leaves. I wonder if it was from a hawk or an owl?