Monday, August 31, 2009
overheard at the manor
Willow: Ah, home, crap home. (The Money Pit)
WT: Old woman. (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)
Willow: Man. (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)
Willow: Jew eat? (Annie Hall)
WT: I gotta pee. (Forrest Gump)
Willow: In keeping with the situation. (A Christmas Carol)
WT: I feel giddy as a school boy. (A Christmas Carol)
Willow: You could kiss me on the veranda. (The Three Amigos)
WT: I triple dog dare you! (A Christmas Story)
Willow: All right Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up.
(Sunset Blvd.)
WT: Is it informal, or should I wear my Napoleon hat?
(Brigadoon)
Willow: Leave the gun, take the cannoli. (The Godfather)
WT: The night was moist. (Throw Mamma from the Train)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
roasted pork on my sidebar. Oh. My. Gosh. It was so delicious!
We've been enjoying the benefits of leftovers all week. The savory
synchronicity of the vermouth sauce and the aromatic pink
peppercorns is fabulous. I served it with sugar snap peas and
potatoes with parsley pesto.
Peppercorn Roasted Pork with Vermouth Pan Sauce
6 Tbsp pink peppercorns divided
2 Tbsp black peppercorns
1 1/2 Tbsp fennel seeds
7 cloves garlic minced
3 Tbsp vegetable oil
1 five pound pork shoulder roast, butt end (as you see, I didn't have
shoulder roast on hand, and used a leaner loin roast instead)
1/2 cup dry vermouth
2 cups reduced sodium chicken broth
1 Tbsp unsalted butter softened
1 Tbsp flour
Grind 1/4 cup pink peppercorns with black peppercorns and fennel
seeds in electric coffee or spice grinder, then stir together with garlic,
oil and 1 Tbsp salt.
Pat pork dry and use a paring knife to make 1 inch deep slits all over
the roast. Stuff slits with all but 1 Tbsp of the paste, then rub
remaining all over the roast. Marinate chilled 8 to 24 hours.
Let pork stand at room temperature 1 hour. Preheat oven to 350.
Roast pork, fat side up until meat registers 150 F, about 1 1/2 to 2
hours. Transfer to cutting board and let rest for 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, pour off all but about 1 Tbsp fat from roasting pan. Add
vermouth to pan and boil, scraping up the brown bits, 2 minutes. Stir
in broth, any juice from cutting board and boil until reduced to about
1 1/2 cups, about 5 minutes. Knead together butter and flour, then
whisk into sauce and boil, whisking constantly until just thickened.
Serve pork with sauce and prepare for mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!!
(Notice the Blue Willow? Julia Child would approve.)
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recipe from September 2009 issue of Gourmet
Friday, August 28, 2009
the money pit
Willow Manor. The stone lined culvert that cuts through the front
of the property was once lined with huge willow trees, hence "Willow
Manor", the name given to the place by previous owners. It's a
delightful old house, built in 1927, with lots of original fixtures and
glorious mature trees. Looking back, we've adored every single day
living here. Well, most days, that is.
As any of you who have lived in a older home know, there is always
something sinking or exploding. Do you remember the film
The Money Pit, when Tom Hanks and Shelley Long portray a
idealistic young couple who struggle to repair a dilapidated old house?
Well, it's a perfect picture of us and our first weeks at Willow Manor.
I'll never forget the first night here, when I turned on the water to
fill the tub for a nice hot bath, after a harrowing day of moving. Just
like in the movie, muddy water gushed out, filling the tub with thick
brown slop. Revolted, I let out a blood curdling scream. The romantic
bath in my new dream home was not exactly coming together like I
imagined.
Putting the bath episode aside, the next morning I happily came
downstairs to make a lovely breakfast in our new surroundings.
When I plugged in the toaster, all the kitchen lights went out with
fireworks and a dynamic pop. After another desperate scream, from
this non-screaming kind of girl, I rushed into the dining room to find
WT poking at a soft spot in the ceiling. Just as I was opening my
mouth to tell him about the kitchen episode, a sizable (18' x 18') hunk
of plaster fell on his head, leaving a gaping hole in our newly acquired
formal dining room. Oh, I wish I'd had my digital camera then.
The following weeks were spent living among some unsavory
remodeling guys, one of whom I will never forget. The company
hired to install air conditioning, sent their slinkiest man. He, being
the only one who could actually fit inside the plaster walls to build
the duct work. Again, I let out some whopper screams, when his
unsuspecting, Norman Bates head would randomly slide out of a
register opening. I swear he was trying to catch me naked.
Newly dug well and years of plumbing, electrical and drywall
patching later, we adore this old place; and even more for the wear.
Yes, it's still a money pit. As I speak, there's a large hole in the
master closet ceiling, covered with duct tape and a plastic garbage
bag, the hot water faucet doesn't work in the kitchen bath, and the
air handler upstairs is out. One of these days, when our last is
finished with school, (we're starting our eleventh straight year of
kids in college) we'll take care of some delayed projects. Still, the
manor does have a comfortable old personality all its own. The cracks
and duct tape are all part of the patina that gives it that unique
charm we've come to love. So, I raise my glass in a toast to the manor,
our darling, crusty old money pit.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Theme Thursday - Limo
Depp and Me
Separated at birth
I am older
but it somehow works
fusing cheekbones, chin
piercing eyes
a long lost brother
he and I combine
to share a grandmother
from the same Irish kin
the same German ties
the same native tribe
we meld faces
drink the same wines
sport fine hats
devour strange places.
At night I dream
he takes me for a spin
in a white limousine
exploring our ancestral spaces.
willow, 2009
artwork: Self Portrait, 1923 by Romaine Brooks
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
the space my body fills
security and peace that surpasses that of some humans. They dance
in the wind, throw confetti in the fall, creak, sing, and reach for the
stars. They are always there for me and I feel a special bond of
kinship. Funny, one of my childhood nicknames was "Tree", which I
didn't particularly like. Although, looking back, it was very telling.
"Willow", as it turns out, is befitting, as well. I guess I will always be
a tree.
As you already know, I adore the adventure of the hunt at flea
markets, garage sales and thrift stores. It must be the thrill of
allowing my sixth sense to take over. I was out and about Friday
afternoon and happened on a garage sale. The elderly lady had just
a few dismal items displayed in her driveway, and normally, from
the looks of it, I would have driven on by. But something urged me
to stop and take a gander. One of the few old books she had
displayed on a broken lawn chair was The Space My Body Fills,
poems by Etta Blum. I walked straight over, picked it up, paid the
woman $1 and went on my merry way. She probably thought, "Well,
that's a girl who knows what she wants."
artwork: Weeping Willow by Claude Monet
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
king of beasts
we're already into the Virgo time frame and I completely forgot to
post on Leos. Actually, I don't know how in the world I forgot, since
both WT and my daughter are both dynamic, sunny Leos.
Leo, July 23 - August 23, is the zodiac's fifth sign. The King of the
Beasts, the lion, is the symbol for this sign. Leos share some of the
characteristics associated with the lion, being proud, loyal and fierce.
As a fixed sign, Leos are steady characters, and as a fire sign, they
are attracted to dramatic or creative situations.
Powerful and proud, Leos like to be at the center of the action. They
are dramatic personalities who are warm hearted and dominant.
Leo has kingly qualities of pride and leadership. They are happiest
when they can rule others and be proud of their achievements.
Creativity is associated with planets in Leo. Painting, drawing, and
display are ways of expressing their creative side. Leos are also
connected with theater and showmanship. They have a very strong
urge to create and make an impact.
Leos are colorful characters and are attracted to anything sunny,
bright and colorful. Obviously, their ruling planet is the sun. They
have a sunny disposition and like to be appreciated. They are
idealists at heart, generous and warm hearted. On the downside,
they tend to be a bit pompous and intolerant. But only a bit!
The flowers associated with the Leo are the sunflower and marigold.
Metal is gold and the gemstone is ruby. Countries are Italy,
Romania, Sicily, Czech Republic, Lebanon and the South of France.
So, a belated Happy Birthday to all you Leos in the bloggyhood. Stay
tuned, Virgos, I'll post on you next week.
Monday, August 24, 2009
spin the bottle
freshening and rearranging mode. This weekend, I scrubbed up my
collection of old glass bottles. Since there was some chat about
bottles over at Subby's blog, I thought I'd snap some pics to share,
while they're nice and shiny.
My collection started with a few vintage bottles when I was a girl.
Some of my favorties are the ones found by my sons in the woody
area behind the manor that was once an old trash burning dump.
I'm really nutty about all kinds of glass. I love the magical play of
light, and the delightful bubbles and imperfections in vintage glass.
I imagine myself traveling back in time and buying a glass factory
like Lucinda Laplastrier in Peter Carey's Oscar and Lucinda.
also known as Dutch tears. It's a glass curiosity created by dripping
hot molten glass into cold water. The glass cools to a tadpole shaped
droplet with a long, thin tail. If the tail is broken it explodes into a
million tiny particles. I'd love to have one. They're so pretty, tough,
I would be tempted never to burst it. Apparently, Rupert's Drops
have been around for quite some time. Here's an excerpt from Ballad
of Gresham College, 1663.
And that which makes their Fame ring louder,
With much adoe they shew'd the King
Once in a while, WT brings one back from his travels, like this pretty
little gold one from Portobello Road in London. I've always got my
eyes peeled for them in flea markets and antique stores.
Here's a video montage from the movie Oscar and Lucinda, set to
music by The Strokes which shows the breaking of a Rupert's Drop.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
last two weeks. It's fresh, light and perfect for a hot summer
evening. I served it with hot grilled pita bread and an ice cold glass of
Chardonnay. You can thank Susan, over at 29 Blackstreet for sharing
this fabulous recipe! Yummity-yum-yum-yum.
Grilled Chicken Greek Salad
marinade:
1 cup of plain yogurt
zest and juice of 1 large lemon
2 tbsps. crushed dried oregano
2 fat cloves of garlic, crushed
2-3 tbsps. olive oil
Marinate 4 boneless skinless chicken breasts in a 9 x13 pan, turning
and stirring occasionally, 30 mins. to several hours. Grill chicken and
oiled thick slices of 2 large Vidalia onions and when cool slice both in
chunks.
dressing:
1/2 cup olive oil
2-3 tbsps cider vinegar
2-3 tbsps balsamic vinegar
1 tbsp. dried oregano
1/4 - 1/2 cup chopped fresh mint (I have tons of this stuff)
1 tsp. sugar (or to taste)
small handful of crumbled feta cheese
blend in a blender or food processor
Friday, August 21, 2009
the f-word and my neck of the woods
afternoon off. "We're outta here!" So, after lunch we jumped in the
old Land Rover and headed off for one of our favorite haunts.
Here's a view heading west on I-70. We were lucky enough to enjoy
some dramatic N.C. Wyeth skies. As you can see, our neck of the
woods, here in central Ohio, is flat as a pancake.
Okay, we're back to the manor, safe and sound. It was an extra fun
day. Thanks for tagging along with us. Oh, and in case you're
wondering, the f-word I happen to use is FUN.
Here's the little guy in his new home.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Theme Thursday - Shadow
telling me to stop and get directions,
like a hen pecked husband.
She knows the way.
I hate her sunny energy,
perfect ego,
ever on the go.
A ten out of ten.
Forever put together,
she never cries,
never doubts,
and tries to play me for the fool.
Funny, now and then,
hiding in the sofa cushions,
on a dark wet day.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
transformative moment
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
like a tea tray in the sky
the manor for several days on their way to their hibernation spot for
the fall and winter months. Some years, like this year, there are less
than 100. But sometimes they've picked up other migratory groups
along the away and there are thousands. One year, the neighbors
rushed over, when they saw a huge dark donut cloud of bats circling
the house. I'll have to admit, it does add to the mystique of a haunted
manor.
If you listen carefully, you can hear them chirping a pip-like chirp.
They hang out in one of our chimneys (don't worry, it's not the
fireplace chimney) a day or two until they've rested up and are again
on their merry little bat way. You can see one taking a nose dive into
the chimney at the very end of the video.
Monday, August 17, 2009
the best of friends
Masterpiece Theatre production, originally aired on TV in 1991,
starring three of my faves, the fabulous Wendy Hiller, John Gielgud
and Patrick McGoohan. The Best of Friends was such a special treat,
I bought myself a copy from Amazon and watched it again last week.
I adore the art of letter writing and books written in letter form, so
this was right up my alley. It's an adaptation from the journals and
correspondence between a Benedictine nun, Dame Laurentia
McLachlan (Hiller), the director of the Fitzwilliam Museum
Cambridge, Sydney Cockerell (Gielgud) and the legendary Irish
playwright, George Bernard Shaw (McGoohan). The screenplay was
written by Hugh Whitemore, whose work you remember from All
Creatures Great and Small.
The sparkling dialogue, taken directly from the trio's intimate letters
and journals, is brought to life by the performance of these veteran
actors. I enjoyed reliving their vigorous discussions on everything
from the existence of God to the finer points of tango dancing. This
peek into their amazing 25 year friendship is intelligent and poignant.
I couldn't help but compare their relationships to those I have with
my own bloggy friends through our long distance correspondence.
Our blog posts, as well as comments, are a rich and intimate mode
of sharing in the same style of letters and journals, only intensified
by the speed and extent of the internet. Isn't it amazing how quickly
we can become the best of friends in the blog world?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
hello bug lovers, whoever you are
Isn't this guy amazing? He reminds me of a robot with this cool
mechanical looking cog-like thing on his back. He's called a wheel bug
for obvious reasons, and even walks in slow jerky motions like a robot.
This one is huge. His body is 2 1/4 inches long.
The bite of a wheel bug is painful and may take months to heal,
sometimes leaving a small scar, so caution is advised when handling
them. Why do I always find these things out, AFTER I've been
playing around with them?
It possesses two scent sacs, red-orange in colour, that can be fired
from its anus, usually in reaction to being disturbed. Oh, great. I was
messing with a vicious insect that, not only could have bitten me, but
fired foul smelling stuff from its butt. Next time, I'll steer clear. He is
really cool, though, don't you think?
Have a listen to the great Hank Mobley playing Hello Young Lovers.
I've been singing this all morning, changing the lyrics to "bug lovers".
It works. Have a wonderful weekend, bloggy friends. ~x
Saturday, August 15, 2009
What is it you REALLY like to do? Eat!
I was excited to see this movie because it is a combination of so many
of my favorite things...food, eating, cooking, blogging, (basically my
life), Meryl Streep, Paris, and Nora Ephron.
This film is a delightful interweaving of two true stories; Julia Child,
the famous master of French cooking and Julie Powell, a young New
York blogger, who decides to make 524 recipes, from Julia Child's
cookbook, in 364 days and post them on her blog. Meryl Streep, as
you can well imagine, amazingly transforms herself into Julia Child,
who I really didn't know all that much about, before seeing this movie.
Her husband is played by the charming Stanley Tucci, and Amy
Adams is the blogger, Julie Powel.
I am already a huge fan of Nora Ephron, who wrote the screen play,
as well as directed this movie, and I will have to say, I was not
disappointed. I laughed and cried though the entire film. I was even
delighted to see my beloved Blue Willow pattern china was also a
favorite of Child's and she used it nearly everyday, just like I do! By
the way, did you know her Cambridge, Massachusetts kitchen is now
in the Smithsonian?
Now, WT was not exactly jumping out of his skin to see this movie.
He agreed, though, tagging along with me. But, on the way home,
he did a better Julia Child imitation than me. "Neeeever apologize."
In fact, he did a better job than Meryl Streep. Scary, I know.
A word of caution. Make sure you eat before seeing this movie. You
don't want to watch this one on an empty stomach.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Theme Thursday - Festival
and make your plays
in a crackerjack way.
I take the bait,
fooled by some madcap move
and flank your knight
tangle in your circus lies,
blindly captured
like a pawn.
Our queens collide
on black and white,
with harlequin wit
Blocked in stalemate,
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
times they are a-changin'
ancient protocol requiring it's subjects to walk backwards away from
the queen when leaving her presence? Remember the comical scene
in the movie The Queen when Tony Blair and his wife have to back
out of the room after their audience with Elizabeth?
The long standing tradition was meant for her subjects to never turn their backs on her majesty. I happen to love the romantic pomp and
circumstance of historical tradition, but this bit of protocol does seem
rather silly in this day and age. Times, they are a-changin'. And for
the better, too. Now, if only we could get everyone to come to their
senses.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
bloggese
happened to say, "Oh, sorry, I interrupted you. You were about to
post something." I know blogging has become a big part of my life in
the last 18 months, but uh-oh, heavens to murgatroyd, I am actually
starting to speak aloud in bloggese. Oh, well, I always wanted to
learn a second language.
Not only, am I speaking the language of blog, I am dreaming in blog
mode, as well. My dream conversations are typed in comment form,
complete with the characters in my dreams contained in cute little
one inch square avatars. Now, if I attach a printer to my brain, I
would have a complete dream journal, ready to go, in book form,
since I'm already dreaming in text.
Speaking of dream journals, I am fascinated with dreams and their
meanings. My daughter sparked my interest in dream interpretation
several years ago and suggested I invest in a good dream dictionary.
I must say, it has been very helpful in deciphering my own emotions
and, in turn, being able to put a healthy perspective on them.
One of the very first dreams, I was able to interpret, with the help
of my trusty new book, was a vivid dream in which I received a
postcard, with a beautiful olive tree postage stamp. In the dream, I
was extremely upset because the stamp was torn. It seems like such
a simple dream, but I woke up feeling troubled and thoughts of the
dream persisted through the day.
After looking up the elements, I found that the postage stamp
represented communication, the tree represented a family member,
and the olive represented travel. WT was traveling in a third world
country at the time, and I was worried after not hearing from him
for several days. Pretty clear, huh? It's amazing how our minds
create dreams to manage life's events and emotions. So, the dream
ended up making perfect sense, after I figured out what it meant.
It's obvious this dream was totally PB (that's pre-blog), since it
wasn't in comment form.
I guess it's really no wonder why I am dreaming, as well as speaking,
in blog mode these days. I judge most things on whether or not
they happen to be blogworthy. My new mantra is "Can I blog this?".
Maybe I need to write a blog dream dictionary.
artwork: The Dream by Henri Matisse, 1940
Monday, August 10, 2009
the genome bug
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Irish Madness
Winner of the 2009 PEN New England Award, Tracey's book follows his journey to Ireland in search of answers to his family's struggle with mental illness. Two of Tracey's sisters developed schizophrenia, and his mother was troubled until her death, with the burden of realizing she passed the illness genetically on to her family.
In a London pub, Tracey randomly meets a doctor, who tells him of a genetic clue to the cause of schizophrenia in Ireland. The link was found in blood samples taken in County Roscommon, home to Tracey's ancestors. This information inspires a quest to unearth the roots of his family's multigenerational struggle with schizophrenia.
Tracey takes off on an excursion across Ireland, in a renovated camper, searching faerie mounds, haunted caves and healing springs. He pours over historical records and visits distant cousins looking for clues and separating fact from the legends of Irish madness.
I connected with Tracey on so many levels. My family traces back to Ireland and also has the genetic link to schizophrenia, which has troubled members of my extended family for several generations. I was right there with him, curious and driven through the entire account of his quest. I started reading and couldn't put it down.
This book is both poignant and powerful. Although it didn't give me all the answers, it did give me some much needed peace. Thank you, Mr. Tracey. And thank you, Wildeve. It was a sign.
For more info on Patrick Tracey and his book, click [HERE].
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Theme Thursday - Kiss
The element of surprise
on that ancient dirt path
heavy velvet night warm
with the scent of ginger and fried fish
and the sound of Japanese
wives washing up their dishes
It will be the kiss by which all others are judged
photo from flickr
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
green stuff
pesto from fresh basil and pine nuts. Until this week. I saw this
beautiful fresh looking jar of Member's Mark Pesto at Sam's Club
and thought, "Hey, how bad could it be? Look how green it is."
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Summer Movies, Depp and Me
accountant, William Blake, played by Depp, who travels west with
the promise of a job. A few other notable actors in the film are
Gabriel Bryne, Robert Mitchum, Crispin Glover and Iggy Pop.
There's a slow, poetic quality to this film. It deals with the themes
of friendship and death, complete with a fabulous moody musical
score. This is like no other western you've seen. It's artistic. It's
brilliant.
The Ninth Gate, 1999, is a fun little quirky film by Roman Polanski,
in which Depp portrays Dean Corso, a rare book dealer, who is
hired to locate the last remaining copies of The Ninth Gate, an
ancient demonic manuscript that supposedly can summon the devil.
If you are looking for an action film, this is not it. There are no bloody
special effects in this slow moving, bookish film. It actually moves
along quite gracefully. I think you'll like it.
insightful, thoughtful comments and come together to make this a
great blogging community. Thank you. You're the best.
Monday, August 3, 2009
comments...obstacle or catalyst?
One of my goals, as a blogger, has been to make this blog a welcome
spot, where readers feel comfortable to participate in the comment
section. In fact, I am quite in awe of the comments left by all of you.
I am daily inspired, very much entertained (your comments make
me laugh until it hurts), as well as enlightened, by your thoughtful
and avid participation. In many of the more lively conversations,
there are those of you who return, adding further to the discussion.
Last week, I visited an interesting blog for the first time and left a
comment. This blogger, in turn, visited Willow Manor, and instead of
leaving a comment, took the extra effort to send an email, telling me
they "turned tail" because of the number of comments. It never
occurred to me that too many comments could chase bloggers away.
I know. I know. I shouldn't take these kinds of things personally, but
not being one who relishes the thought of being blissfully ignorant, as
Reya so eloquently mentions in her blog today, I took a moment to
ponder.
I've always considered the comment section the soul of the blog.
That's where the compelling expression takes place. I appreciate that
readers feel free to leave their own ideas, even if they vary from my
own. It gives the blogging community the texture and interest it
needs to be engaging and appealing. The more the merrier. There are
countless times an excellent book, piece of music, an artist, recipe, or
thought provoking idea has been mentioned, not in the text of a post,
but in the comment section of a blog.
So, what's your opinion? When you visit a blog, does the number of
comments effect you? Are you repelled by a large number and leave
without visiting the comment section? Or does the number work as
a catalyst, drawing you in, behind the scene, to the smoke-filled
room?
artwork: detail from Mr. Hulings' Rack Picture by William Harnett