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Sticky Notes 2 - an occasional series

No car yet. We spent the weekend looking for one. Most dealerships close ridiculously early on the weekends, and many aren't even open on Sundays. We drove quite a distance to check out my top choice only to find that it had been sold 30 minutes earlier.

We are getting enough back from the insurance company to make a reasonable down payment on a new car. That's the first good news I've heard yet.

The Pumpkin's asthma has returned. He had not had an attack in two years and we thought perhaps he had grown out of it. I had to leave work early to take him to the doctor because all of our medicine had expired. He was home today too because his breathing was too shallow for my comfort (the nurse at school can handle his nebulizer treatments during the day, but still). It worked out pretty well, I was able to go through two conference calls from work without him interrupting. This is good.

Tigger and the boys across the street are home from school, playing in our back yard now, as I'm wrapping up here. There's no fighting. This is great.

People collect all sorts of strange things, but this is ridiculous.

The Hunt for Red (Sox) October begins tomorrow. Piper bought me a Tim Wakefield shirt for my birthday. Wake is a month older than me. He gets out there, does his job, doesn't showboat, is pretty reliable. He's been with the team forever. I'm hoping that even when he stops pitching, he'll still be a part of the organization. He personifies a lot of what I like about baseball.

The Red Sox fan club is holding a mock election to choose the president of Red Sox Nation (ever notice that there are Red Sox fans in the audience no what what stadium they are in - that's Red Sox Nation). One of the candidates is apparently Doris Kearns Goodwin, the historian. True, she has written about baseball, but I thought she was a New Yorker.

That's all I have for today.

Low Notes

I've never been much of an opera fan, but listening to the excerpts of Luciano Pavarotti during the numerous NPR tributes to him, gave me the chills. I don't think you have to be an opera fan to appreciate that kind of power and emotion.

But all that singing drowned out the news that Madeline L'Engle also died Thursday. She was a favorite author of mine and one of the few I have met. She came to do a reading/signing at our tiny little local bookstore several years ago at the request of someone who spent summers here, but knew her in Manhattan. I remember cutting an evening class I was taking at the time to attend the event. It was a magical October evening, the room was compeletely packed, and I was impressed at how encouraging she was of the children in the audience, many of whom expressed a desire to be a writer.  How lucky I would have been to meet her at age 10.

As a teenager, It took me a couple of readings to get the full message of A Wrinkle in Time, but as the oldest and perhaps least secure child with an unbreakable father-daughter bond (even in death), I saw a lot of myself in Meg. I also got my first memorable glimpse of a working mother in Mrs. Murray, conducting experiments in an at-home lab and cooking over a bunsen burner.

But I came to really know L'Engle as an adult through her Crosswicks Journal series, named after her home in Connecticut. In them, she shared her experiences trying to get published, her experiences raising a family while trying to write, and minding a general store with her husband Hugh Franklin, her life after losing her mother, and then her husband, and reflections on her relationship with God.

It is not mentioned in the New York Times tribute and barely in the Washington Post, but she is often referred to as a Christian mystic; someone who has experienced God. It was L'Engle's writings that persuaded me to try the Anglican/Episcopal Church when I was looking for somewhere more welcoming of my humanity than the Catholic Church. 

Her relationship with God was not without its struggles, and although I have read many, many of her spiritual explorations, it is this quote from the first Crosswicks Journal, A Circle of Quiet that sticks in my mind and best defines my own journey:

"...I really and truly believe in God with all kinds of doubts."

Thank you Madeline, for being so gracious, for sharing your struggles as a writer, mother, and believer.

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An older, but more complex discussion of Madeline L'Engle can be found at Half Changed World.

103

I'll confess to being a Sitemeter junkie. Not so much for the hit count, which is never that high, but more for the locations the vistors have come from and what links or searches brought them here. Last night though, I opened the page and saw a number for the day that I had never seen before: 103. Wha-- Something must have happened.

Well, It turns out that Vodkarella nominated me for a Perfect Post award for Bad Words, a post I wrote a few days ago about labels. Wow! That's the magic of writing, you just never know who is going to read what you put out there and how they will react. Here is the rest of the list of award winners with some really good reads among them.

Thank you. I'm honored and I promise to share the wealth soon.

The Basic Art of Italian Cooking - a recipe novel

I loved my trip to Italy and I am dying to get back there. I also really love Italian cooking. Naturally I jumped at the chance to interview Maria Liberati for her virtual book tour

Lisse: Would you give us a bit of background on the The Basic Art of Italian Cooking and why it was written the way it was.

Maria Liberati:  My book is a recipe novel and is not just a cookbook. It includes stories about my life in a small town in the mountains of Italy.I wanted to make people not only be able to cook the recipes  and to taste the food, but smell the air and meet the people that live in the places I write about. Sort of a vacation in a bookI wanted the book to be not only for cooks but for others that have an interest in food, travel and culture. I have always felt that the beauty and allure of Italian food is not just the food itself, but the way that you enjoy the food with family and friends. So I wanted to give my readers that experience.

I have also made a ‘marriage’ between art and food (two of my favorite things)- as I mentioned colors and style of food as it relates to fashion but there is also a marriage between art and food. The preparation of food is an art. You should take as much care in preparing your food as you would in creating a work of art. Beginning with your trip to the market, selecting the fresh foods, to the preparation and serving of the foods- all the steps to create your simple masterpiece. No mater how simple the dish is- make it your work of art. This is what led me to the title of The Basic Art of Italian Cooking for the cookbook series and the cooking method.

The recipes are all special, wonderful, delicious foods but recipes are presented in a way that any level cook can master. The recipes are all straightforward and authentic as well. They follow the ‘slow food’ way of cooking and eating-reminiscent of the slow food method that began in Europe and has finally made its way over to the US

The book has only been out for under a year and has already developed a cult following of ‘foodies’ that get it- making ‘good for you foods’ in an old fashioned, uncomplicated way. Meals that you can share with family and friends and create special memories of your own with.

So many of us cherish recipes from our parents or grandparents. Can you tell us about your experience with cooking as a family ritual/family tradition?

ML: My favorite recipe is Fresh Fruit Macedonia, my grandmother always made this as an ending to every dinner. And I love fresh fruit and just can’t finish a meal without having a piece of fruit for dessert-so I am thankful for my grandmother and my mom for getting me in the habit of eating fresh fruit after dinner.

When I was growing up, and it wasn’t in vogue to have an extremely sounding ethnic name-like Maria Liberati or eat meals and dishes that they do in Italy- I was always fascinated by the things my grandparents did and couldn’t figure out why we did these things but my classmates in elementary school were doing ‘normal things’-like having apple pie for dessert and I would talk about having this wonderful fresh fruit type salad or Macedonia for dessert. So I always stuck out-whether I liked it or not-whether it was my very ethnic name or doing things that seemed foreign to my all American suburban classmates- like bringing Italian style pannini’s for lunch to school instead of bologna and cheese on white bread and Italian homemade cookies instead of the prepackaged lunch cakes.

Anyway, this is a really healthy recipe, perfect for summer picnicsYou can mix any fruits you want in it- but fresh fruits are best and organic are even better. With summer fruits like berries and melons and peaches it makes a great, refreshing summer picnic dessert. In winter you can also enjoy a mix with fresh apples, pears, kiwi, bananas, etc as well. The most important ingredient in this simple recipe is the lemon. Lemon is a natural food enhancer. It enhances the flavor of the fresh fruits. You can also accompany this with a small scoop of vanilla gelato or ice creamThis recipe is on page 100 of The Basic Art of Italian Cooking, (copyright 2005-2006, art of living ,PrimaMedia,Inc.) it also includes a story about Sunday dinners at my grandparents’ house.

Fresh Fruit Macedonia

(you can substitute other fresh fruits that are in season)

strong>*1 ½ cups fresh strawberries-hulled and halved

*1 cup fresh blueberries

*3 nectarines

*3 peaches

*2 bananas (peeled and cut into ¼ inch round pieces

*1 fresh cantaloupe with skin and seeds removed and cut into ¼ inch cubes

*Juice of one fresh lemon (seeded)-preferably organic

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*3tbsps to ¼ cup sugar or brown sugar (dependent upon your taste-fruit should already be sweet, so you should not need a lot of sugar to enhance it only to counteract the tart taste of lemon juice)

*Fresh mint leaves for garnish

Combine all fruits cut as directed in a decorative bowl. Cut lemon in half, squeeze both halves of lemon on top of fruit eliminating seeds. Sprinkle sugar on top. Stir fruit gently, so that lemon juice and sugar coat each piece. Place two lemon halves on top of fruit, cover bowl and place in refrigerator for 2 hours to marinade. Serve in serving dishes and top with fresh mint leaves.

To me, cuisine is part of cultural understanding. When one travels, it's important not just to eat "tourist food" or the American breakfasts I saw advertised around Rome and Venice - try something new....

ML: When you go to Italy (not just Rome) the saying of ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do’ could not ring more true or have more meaning. When I first began going to Italy, I began understanding the true meaning of that saying. To really experience the true Italian culture and flavors you need to also eat the true authentic way of the region you are in. It is not really Italian food but each region has really their own specialty. This is why Sophia Loren will tell you that she is Neapolitan (from Naples) and not just Italian. So if you go to places that say ‘we serve American breakfasts or we cater to tourists.-you sure not to find any local specialties. And local specialties will be produced in a fresh authentic way. And always be sure to eat at places that cater to the locals not to tourists. In Rome, one of my favorite neighborhoods for a Sunday stroll is Trastevere. If you go there you will find this wonderful place that produces fresh pizza and bread. It is called La Ranella. Just ask anyone in that neighborhood where La Ranella is and they will tell you. Or you can follow your nose and the smell of freshly baked bread-that is how we found it. The pizza gives you a taste of the pizza you traditionally should find in Rome. In Venice, it is a bit more difficult to find local places because it has become so much of a tourist mecca that many of its’ long time residents have moved out. However, if you want to go to a good restaurant, look for places that are recognized by the slow food association. They have to cook the foods in the authentic way and use fresh ingredients.

Can you tell us about a part of Italy that not many people get to that shouldn't be missed?  You know, for my next trip.

ML: I just did an article for the San Francisco Chronicle on this- Abruzzo is the region that is near and dear to my heart. My family originates from this region. It is about 40 minutes East of Rome and is wonderful we have the mountains and to another side of the region we have seaside resorts. It is one of the last ‘untouristy’ places left in Italy. There are many regulations that will not allow the tearing down of national parks in that region and there is the National Park of Abruzzo -which is really beautiful. We also have the Gran Sasso Mountains, where you will find some of the highest mountains in Italy and has a beautiful skiing resort. One of our main cities is L’Aquila, it is famous for having 100 churches and they have a famous festival that still continues from 700 years ago. It is a medieval festival called Il Perdonanza. It was started by the Pope at that time- and was done to try to make peace in the rest of the world and bring all of the nations at that time together by attempting to pardon some for their past wrongdoings and encouraging them to start anew and ‘turn over a new leaf’ –an idea that is ay ahead of its’ time. Last year I was invited to walk in the procession that starts at one end of the city and ends up at the famous Basilica de Collemaggio (which has been written up in many art books). The parade included reps. from many of the government of the different regions in Italy other Italian celebs, politicians and others. But there are so many people dressed like medieval times and you really feel like you are experiencing the medieval times. I have photos and stories on my blog and website about this (www.marialiberati.com)

There are also so many wonderful foods special to the region. If you go to L’Aquila be sure to visit the coffee bar called Fratelli Nurzia-it has been there since the late 1800’s and they still produce this chocolate covered candy the yare famous for called Torrone. Be sure to get a Café torronato-which includes one of these delights mixed into your espresso and topped with whipped creamI must admit that I have forced my fiancé to drive me there (I Live about 40 minutes from here) sometimes just to have this. It is more than just a drink-it is truly a wonderful experience- the European chocolate they use in the candy really enhances the flavor of the espresso-mmmm!! There are also many restaurants in L’Aquila that will tell you on their menu where the foods that they used are produced locally-the wines, the produce, olive oil, bread, etc.

Those are the kinds of restaurants to go to. There are also great little out of the way pizza places you can find in the little ‘nooks and crannies’ and alleyways as you walk around.

Thank you. I can't wait!

Maria Liberati's book, The Basic Art of Italian Cooking is available through her website. Portions of the proceeds of the book sales raised through the book tour will benefit Gilda’s Club,  a worldwide nonprofit organization that provides support to cancer victims.

So it goes....

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

-Kurt Vonnegut

Updated to add that having spent part of the weekend blogsurfing, and I'm just amazed at the impact he and his writing had on so many. And I remembered the words of a friend who went to hear him speak when he was in college - "I was this close to Kurt Vonnegut's brainwaves!"

Bookmarks

We're cleaning out the room we used for storage during the construction and doing a lot of sorting, tossing and consolidating. Eventually that room will be my office and I can stop working at the dining room table. It holds the last collections of things we do not know what to do with; like two bins of clothes I had as a child, but will clearly not be using for my kids. I am holding on to them in case my sister has a girl. The other big thing in there is the books.

I wound up having to unpack the books because the boxes were too heavy and awkward to carry up the folding stairs to the attic. My library says a lot about me. That's probably true of anybody, but as I went through the boxes I could see laid out before me, a catalog of my previous interests and obsessions. There was the Nancy Drew collection from childhood, the Thomas Hardy and D. H. Lawrence books from college, the Celtic myths and legends collection from the time when I was seriously into the fantasy genre of writing, the education and educational policy books from the time I wanted to be a teacher, the books on Russia, the adoption books, the books on the Roosevelts, and WWII, and most recently, the travel writing.

When I develop an interest in something, the first thing I do is grab a book on the subject. Not just one book, but several. Maybe I'd get through a few of the titles, and with the others, I'd feel that by  just having them on the shelves they'd impart their knowledge to me. Sometimes too, the collections represented an absence in my life; the belief that when that absence was finally filled, it would be as if I already had years of experience behind me.

For the first time I was able to weed out and let go of some of these obsessions, acknowledging to myself that with all that I had on my plate, it would be highly unlikely that I would get to them, and in some cases they were no longer a part of who I was. A good friend once taught me to eliminate distractions, and it took me a little while to figure out that he wasn't just talking about TV or the Internet. My interests were so vast and varied that I was rarely able to pick one and do anything constructive with it. Well, now I had to face the fact that I was never going to write that fantasy novel, and that I didn't really read them that much anymore either (with a few notable exceptions). I was probably not going to teach at the K-12 level, so many of those books would have to be weeded through.

And while I was doing this, I came across a bookmark. I can't even remember what book it was in, but it was one of those laminated, tassled, numbers with the cutesy saying on it. It was reminiscent of middle school; something you'd find tucked in a Judy Blume book. I was trying think how it got there. I can't imagine buying it. Clearly it came from the bookstore, and that meant I hadn't cracked open that particular book in over 10 years.

My reading patterns have changed since the kids came along. I used to have several books going at once, and I still do, but it takes me longer to get through them. I need the bookmarks now, because there is often so much time between the last time I opened the book and the next, that I have no idea where I left off. I'm reading Of Human Bondage and Italian Days now, and there are sections of each I must have read a dozen times. The books wind up all over the house now, because a few minutes snuck away to read mean that I wind up dragging the book with me when a fight erupts. And so interrupted, I completely forget what I was doing and move on to something else, leaving the book at the now abandoned scene of the crime.

When the children are at school, reading feels like an incredible indulgence. If I am not working on a paid project, I should be writing, or cleaning, or looking for my next project. The only remaining magazine subscriptions are National Geographic Travel and Fast Company, which I typically read cover to cover. I am three issues behind right now. It is hard to finish even the shortest of articles. When my children watched Caillou, I used to laugh at the scenes that had the mother sitting in the living room reading quietly while her four- and two year olds were elsewhere in the house. Like that ever happens.

My reading is like my life - pulled in so many different directions by competing demands and my own interests. What with blogging and reading so many blogs, I have less time for physical books and a greater need for those bookmarks.

In my local Starbucks, a place now littered with non-coffee related marketing, I recently grabbed a bookmark from one of their displays. Looking at it later I realized it was embedded with wildflower seeds, and meant to be planted. Such a neat idea! The bookmark is now tucked into a copy of yet another book I'm in the middle of, one I hope to review here.

Assuming I ever finish it.

At Home in the Bookstore

We met in a bookstore 16 years ago. I think this says a lot about our relationship, although my husband would likely disagree. But I left the bookstore to start a career in publishing, when he left, he went into biotech and never looked back. To him, the bookstore was just a job, and a not-very-well-paying one at that. For me, the bookstore was my support system and the antidote to the rest of my early 20s, utterly confused life. Yes, it is where we met, but I guess he'd say that we went on to make better memories after we left. I can't really argue with that.

The bookstore was part of a small chain in the first outdoor mall in the country. Both are now gone. The mall itself was something special, if that word could be used about a mall. In the spring, the center courtyard was planted with tulips, and at Christmastime there were enormous toy soldiers guarding the Gazebo where Santa received his guests for pictures. Eight live reindeer stood in wait for their appointed duties. It could be a magical place.

For me, there was magic in the bookstore as well. Surrounded by books, shelving, reading, recommending, I was in my element. If a book was not on the shelf, I had an uncanny ability to remember if it was somewhere within the many overstock books in the back room. My co-workers thought I was nuts, but my favorite time of year was the oh-so-crazy Christmas season, with the customers lined up all the way to the back of the store.

The bookstore attracted its share of real-life characters, both as customers and as employees. Many of the regulars had not-so-flattering names: Movie Tie-in man, The Breather, the Warlock (a guy who used to buy copies of the Necromonicon to resell in his occult shop downstairs), and so on. We'd have the SciFi guys who would come in and tell me we needed to stock more H.P. Lovecraft, we have the romance readers who would buy Harlequins or bodice-rippers by the stack. And we'd have the guys who would come in and read the Anonymous books in the far corner of the store.

Pillars of the Earth was a bestseller back then. It was a good read. A Brief History of TIme was a non-fiction bestseller for weeks. Tons of people bought it, very few read it. There was the annual Danielle Steele and a number of Stephen Kings.

I was at the bookstore for nearly three years. By the time I left I had a fiancee, a maid of honor, two roommates, and a bunch of really great friends and memories.

When I worked in offices in Boston, bookstores would be my refuge. I often ate lunch at my desk and then went out for a walk, frequenlty finding myself in a bookstore. The atmosphere of staid calm and shelves full of possible escapes restored my stressed out head and helped me return to work to handle whatever drama I had left behind in my office.

When I was a new Mom, I used to take T to the bookstore for story hour or to play with the wooden train set at the back of the children's section. Of course the bookstore with kids is never as relaxing as being there on your own, but in this case it was a refuge from boredom.

Bookstores are a great place to people watch, even in the larger chains. I can remember when both children were in school, heading out to the nearest Barnes and Noble just to work in a different atmosphere. I must have been up late the night before, because I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. Somewhere nearby, a cell phone rang, "Hello," said the old man answering the phone (pause). "I'm in Barnes & Nobles, taking a nap!"  Guess I wasn't the only one.

We have two fine independent bookstores near us. They are good for finding great writing that doesn't necessarily make the best seller list. Though they often host signings and readings for local writers, I once met Madeline L'Engle at a reading here. If you are fortunate enough to have a non-chain bookstore near you, go there as often as you can, they need your support.

Every so often, I long for a simpler job, dealing with customers with whom I will interact only about 5 minutes at a time. I miss having all those titles and authors and sometimes even ISBNs in my head and little else that was worth worrying about.  Sometimes I miss sitting on the floor arranging hardcovers artfully around a column. I miss knowing way ahead of time when the next book in a series is coming out. But when I really miss it, all I have to do is visit a bookstore. And if I hang around long enough, someone is bound to ask the salesperson the same question I got asked at least once a week.

"I'm looking for a book, I don't have the title or the author, but it's blue and I heard about it on a talk show the other day...."

Comcast, Take Me Away!

Since becoming parents, we have been grounded, so to speak. And while I refuse to believe that our travelling days are over, they have been rather limited since our last trip to Russia, almost two years ago.

So we have taken up armchair travelling, courtesty of whatever interesting travel/cultural programs we can find on TV. We've watched every season of The Amazing Race. We catch Globe Trekker whenever we can, old episodes of Rick Steves, and other things that we have found on different channels. We have mostly been disappointed by the Travel Channel, every time we turned it on we'd find ourselves presented with shows on places like Las Vegas, Carribean resorts, and Extreme McMansions of the California Coast. Or at least that's what it should have been called.

But that seems to be changing. I think we were watching Top Chef when we saw an advertisement for Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations. This is our kind of show. Bourdain, a New Yorker, really seems familiar to me, and not just because I read his book Kitchen Confidential a few years ago. He goes to interesting places and his show is adventurous with a healthy side of cynical. Part chef, part writer, and part traveler, he is like M.F.K. Fisher with a badass attitude. He is also not afraid to eat anything (better him than me). It is in many ways a weird food tour of the world. Food being an essential part of culture, Bourdain showcases local eateries, but also traditions, rituals, and secret clubs where food is at the center of the gathering. At some point this season, he will have a show based in Moscow and I am anxious to see his take on it.

The only problem here is that his show is on at 10 PM here. Both this and ER, which I have tried unsuccessfully to give up, keep me awake past my bedtime. Trying to balance both a consulting job and two children, one of whom wakes me at least once every night, has made a decent bedtime important again. And so maybe, just maybe, it is time for the DVR. Keep in mind, I didn't have so much as a television before my husband and I moved in together. Of course, I actually went out of the house a lot more in the evenings back then, so there was little need for a TV. I wonder how much Comcast is going to charge me for this service so that I can record the two or three programs I actually look forward to watching, as opposed to whatever happens to be on when my husband turns on the TV. This is why I could never get into LOST or 24; I can't make appointment TV. I have a family and a career, I need flexibility, people!