Archive for November, 2012

Jesse Kornbluth, of HeadButler.com, hoping to lighten your holiday load.

With winter upon us, the child’s school had a coat drive. We had none to give. Then a package arrived. Coats. My wife had bought them online, on sale, so we could give them away.

I thought: That’s an O. Henry story. And it warmed me. I’m a fool for small gestures, private experiences, little personal moments that could easily be overlooked but which say everything. But the holidays? This year, I’ve lost the beat. Just a few miles from here, the storm erased whole communities. I have a roof and heat and lights and water. I want nothing more. Gifts for loved ones? I picture hungry children and classrooms without books, and I want to be the person who changes that, if only for a few.

But….’tis the season. I say this year, as I do every year, it came too soon. I say I’m not in the mood and won’t be. But here’s a church bazaar. Handel. Our daughter choosing a tree. And this. Always this.

It’s all horribly sappy and completely wonderful, and in the end, I surrender. Maybe that’s the reason I produced a new version of “A Christmas Carol.”

And then there’s this Gift Guide. I am a creature of ritual, and this one’s big for me — I set the bar high, I try to present books, music, movies and products you won’t see in InStyle. But it’s more than that. Creating the Gift Guide is my end-of-year report card. It forces me to look back and consider if what I chose to feature on these screens has enriched your lives as much as it did mine.

These are the choices I affirm. I hope they’re what you might want to give to people you like too much to give Jon Meacham’s dreary biography of Thomas Jefferson, Gillian Flynn’s over-praised “Gone Girl” and the newest releases from graduates of American Idol.

STOCKING STUFFERS

Egyptian Magic
The ingredients are olive oil, bee’s wax, honey, bee pollen, royal jelly and bee propolis. And — so it says — “divine love.” With the exception of the last “ingredient,” you could whip it up yourself. But you couldn’t improve on the original. What does it heal? Burns, scrapes, skin irritations, diaper rash, sunburns, eczema, psoriasis — and more.

“Maybe You Touched Your Genitals” Liquid Hand Soap

The label features an attractive woman in a crisp white blouse and a neighborly smile shaking hands with a man in a suit.

Antica Dolceria Bonajuto Aranciata, Orange Peels and Honey
Strips of Sicilian orange peel dipped in honey. Insane.

Ready, Steady, Shoot: The Guide to Great Home Video
A 113-page, pocket-sized book that will help you to master the basics. How to hold the camera steady. How many different shots you might want to use, and in what order. How long each shot should last. Invaluable.

THINGS

Zojirushi Stainless Steel Vacuum Insulated Mug
What is astonishing about the Zojirushi? How long hot stays hot and how long cold stays cold. Fill it with 16 ounces of steaming coffee in the morning, and six hours later, you can still burn your lips. Put ice cubes in a cold drink, and, six hours later, there’s still ice.

Yamaha Micro-Component Music System
We tried cheaper systems. And they were exactly that. The Yahama is all about function: CD player, FM radio, iPod and iPhone dock. It ‘s a legitimate piece of technology. Sitting next to an Apple laptop, it looks very much like a product Apple would make.

Etón American Red Cross Microlink Self-Powered AM/FM/NOAA Weather Radio
Solar powered. With Flashlight and Cell Phone Charger. Because there just might be another storm.

Timex Easy Reader Watch
Esquire: “The simple retro face looks cooler than some watches that cost six times as much.” Under $30.

HOLIDAY MUSIC

Phil Spector: A Christmas Gift for You

The best holiday album ever made. $7.29 at Amazon.

Christmas with the Tallis Scholars
Founded in 1973 by Peter Phillips, this English group has released 50 CDs and given 1,600 concerts. Over the decades, the Scholars have become the gold standard of Renaissance music. As this recording proves.

E-BOOKS


A Christmas Carol

The Charles Dickens masterpiece is 28,000 words. Good luck reading them all to a kid. So I edited it to 13,000 words. Paige Peterson created great illustrations. And we published it as an e-book. Some hate it (and me). Others love it. Starting with our kid.

The Greening of America
The New Yorker issue of September 26, 1970 contained a 70-page, 39,000-word excerpt from “The Greening of America” — the longest book excerpt in its history. A few weeks later, “The Greening of America” was the #1 nonfiction bestseller, dominating the New York Times list for 36 weeks. In hardcover and paperback, Charles Reich’s book eventually sold 2 million copies. All these years later, I edited it and published it as an e-book.

FICTION

Beautiful Ruins
The best novel I read this year. With a huge cast: the proprietor of a six-room, three-table nothing of a resort in an Italian coastal town only accessible by boat, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, a Hollywood publicist turned producer, a novelist who can’t get beyond the first chapter, an unproduced screenwriter, a singer-comic, an assistant film executive whose boyfriend can be found at strip clubs, and a young American actress named Dee Moray, who was briefly in “Cleopatra” and has come to this nowhere hotel because she’s been told she’s dying of cancer.

The Fault in Our Stars

A novel for teenagers about two teens dying of cancer? No. A love story. And a very great one.

The Madonna of the Sleeping Cars
Maurice Dekobra’s name is now almost completely forgotten, but in 1927 he published a novel called “The Madonna of the Sleeping Cars” that sold a million copies in France. Why? His heroine. Lady Diana Wynham is well known for her unabashed amorality. Presented with a list of her lovers, in chronological order, she has only one correction: “Excuse me, but they were contemporaneous.”

Young Man With a Horn
The fictionalized story of Leon Bismarck “Bix” Beiderbecke (1903 – 1931), who rocketed out of Davenport, Iowa with a sound so distinctive his only competition was Louis Armstrong. How it starts: “What I’m going to do now is to write the story of Rick Martin’s life, now that it’s over, now that Rick is washed up and gone, as they say, to his rest.” Could you stop there? I never can.

The Quiche of Death
A retired public relations executive sells her London business and moves to a cottage in the Cotswolds. A murder follows. And a delightful mystery,

NON-FICTION

God’s Hotel: A Doctor, a Hospital, and a Pilgrimage to the Heart of Medicine

“God’s Hotel” — the term comes from the Hôtel-Dieu, the French charity hospitals of the Middle Ages — reads as much like a memoir as a chronicle of daily life in an unusual hospital, it’s the story of Victoria Sweet, who came to Laguna Honda on a part-time basis for two months, stayed two decades and, along the way, staged a successful “twenty year escape from health care.” It’s an intellectual adventure story; a doctor follows an insight and reconnects with a way of practicing medicine that’s almost totally forgotten.

SMALL CHILDREN

This Is Not My Hat
“This hat is not mine,” a little fish tells us on the first page. “I stole it.” And why not? It was too small for its owner, a big fish. And the big fish was sleeping, and likely to remain asleep for a long time. “And if he does wake up, he probably won’t notice it’s gone.” Guess what? He wakes up.

MEMOIR

All Gone: A Memoir of My Mother’s Dementia
A record of a mother’s dementia. But Alex Witchel’s book is more than a story of a triumphant personality laid low. It’s a guide for those whose parents are disappearing. And it’s a love story. Alex and her mother. Alex and her husband. Very affecting.

COOKING

Canal House Cooks Every Day
Melissa Hamilton and Christopher Hirsheimer won the lottery. They get to live authentic lives and cook real food and write books that are both creative and simple. These 250 recipes are the proof.

At Home with May and Axel Vervoordt: Recipes for Every Season

The Vervoordts live in a castle. Axel is an art and antiques dealer and a decorator. May cooks. She quotes Virginia Woolf: “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” Her guests do.

TRAVEL

Atlas of Remote Islands (Fifty Islands I Have Never Set Foot on and Never Will)
The author disdains any island you can easily get to. The more remote the destination, the more enthusiastic she is for it. Like Peter I Island in the Antarctic — until the late 1990s, fewer people had visited it than had set foot on the moon. A one-of-a-kind treat.

MUSIC

Blake Mills
A major talent, an actual artist, a musician without an upper limit. And, pretty much, a secret.

Leonard Cohen
Just because.

Alabama Shakes

Many reasons. Not least, the way Brittany Howard screams: I don’t care, I can’t pay attention/ I don’t give a fuck about your attention at all…

BONUS VIDEO

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Delightful Windows

Nov 27, 2012

As the weather gets colder and fall draws to a close, I find these incredibly realistic dioramas by Patrick Jacobs a wistful reminder of warmer days.

Each diorama is set into the gallery wall and viewed through a glass window. Some of the scenes are super tiny (3 inches or less) some are slightly larger, but all of them are peaceful, idealized landscapes.

I love the feeling of peeking into another world.

The longer I live in a city, the more I feel like the outside world, nature, is under lock and key, and I feel lucky to catch a glimpse of it.

Have a beautiful Tuesday,

Sarah from Design Flourishes

 

all images from Patrick Jacobs’ website

via Booooooom

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Books by Bloggers

Nov 26, 2012

Hello, English Musers!

It’s Hannah B. from Secrets of a Belle back to share some fun things with you again. Since we so often share about what our latest literary finds, today I thought I would share about a set of emerging authors that I realized I’d been spending a lot of time with: bloggers turned authors.

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Here are a few of the books I’ve read in the past year that I highly recommend…

Blog, Inc. by Joy Cho of Oh Joy!

This is what I’ve been reading for the past week. Joy is a super artsy mama from LA. I’ve always adored her style and her work so when she released a book about blogging, I couldn’t resist. It’s full of practical tips, but I’m especially enjoying the Q&As with other well-known bloggers.

Edible Selby by Todd Selby of The Selby

I am a huge fan of The Selby. It’s like having a really great interior design magazine online. (If only all the actual interior design magazines would translate to the web so well.) I’ve got The Selby is in Your Place but, as a foodie, Todd’s new book, Edible Selby, is high on my wishlist. It’s chock-full of some serious eye candy.

Design*Sponge at Home by Grace Bonney of Design*Sponge (& the podcast “After the Jump”)

I think Grace Bonney is a role model to a lot of bloggers, and I’m no different. I was especially excited last Christmas to receive this book in my stocking. It’s full of a lot of the inspiring interiors that have been featured on Design*Sponge as well as a bunch of How-To’s.

A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg of Orangette

I’ve long been a fan of Molly’s blog so I was anxious to read this book when it came out a couple of years ago. There’s only one word for it: this book is beautiful. It’s a series of personal stories woven together with scrumptious recipes. It will make you laugh, make you cry, and then it will make you want to click over to Molly’s blog and catch up on all the things that have happened since the book’s release. She becomes like a close friend.

(Two Fun Facts: She’s writing another book, and she just had a baby!)

The Bucolic Plague by Josh Kilmer-Purcell of Beekman 1802

You may have seen Brent and Josh competing in CBS’s Amazing Race recently or over on Cooking Channel. Well, this book tells the beginning of their story. It will make you laugh out loud! I will admit, I picked up for cover, bought it for the Martha references, and now will forever be a fan of the fabulous Beekman Boys!

The Black Apple Paper Doll Primer by Emily Winfield Martin of The Black Apple

This is just super fun. Did you ever wish for paper dolls for Christmas? Well, I did, so I was excited to run across this last year when we were in Chicago. I’ve been a fan of Emily’s since I was in college, and I just adore her art. This book is full of lovely characters you’ll want to get to know.

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Are there any bloggers you want to write a book?

Until next week,
Hannah B. 

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Hello English Muse readers! Karen from A Simple Cup of Tea once again. It has been a while since I posted here. Life has become incredibly busy and I’ve let it bog me down a bit.

But then I came across these pictures of Steve Martin completely and utterly going for it, shaking like there’s no tomorrow.

It made me think of this song from the Tangled soundtrack. It is one of the few songs that make me happy every. single. time. I just cannot sit still and I have to shake it and truly dance like nobody’s watching.

Have you ever tried that? Just going for it without worrying or thinking about what people think about your dance moves? It is the best feeling ever.

I hope you lovely people had a great weekend. Here’s to a fab start of the week!

 

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Jesse Kornbluth, of HeadButler.com, looking back to a book that’s refreshingly non-judgmental.

His parents were known as “Beauty and the Beast.” Once someone asked the lovely Mrs. Maugham how she remained faithful to her ugly little husband. “He never hurts my feelings,” she said. She was equally tender to her youngest son, William. When he was just eight years old, she died. Seventy years later, William Somerset Maugham was still saying, “I shall never get over her death. I shall never get over it.”

Two years later, his father died, and Willie Maugham, who had lived so long in Paris that he spoke no English, was shipped back to relatives in the English countryside. He had a club foot. And a stammer. He wanted to be a writer; he was persuaded to go to medical school. When he was 23, he produced a novel. It was a huge success. Medicine was forgotten.

By 1930, when “Cakes and Ale” hit the bookstores, Maugham had published “Of Human Bondage” and “The Moon and Sixpence” and a book of innovative spy stories about Willie Ashenden, his alter-ego and favorite narrator. He was the highest-paid, most famous writer in the world. No mystery why — his books were chatty and easy to read. They went down smooth and whole, like oysters. Once consumed, they presented no bulk. This was deliberate; Maugham had gone to school on de Maupassant and Chekhov, practiced writing stories that had no adjectives and, with considerable sweat, forged a prose style that read like conversation. [To buy the paperback from Amazon, click here. For the Kindle edition, click here.]

Maugham was not known as a bomb-thrower, but “Cakes and Ale” in 1930 changed that. The novel was a scandal. Not for the sex. For literary reasons — it starts with a vicious portrait of “Roy Kear,” a popular writer of second-rate novels clearly modeled on a then-noted English writer. The odd thing: Kear is important only for getting the story started, he couldn’t be a more minor character.

Kear, in any event, gets things going by leaving a message for Willie Ashenden, now a moderately successful, extremely observant writer. Good manners require Ashenden to accept an invitation for lunch. There, to his surprise, Kear turns the conversation to Edward Driffield, the venerable English novelist (Maugham modeled him on Thomas Hardy) who wrote so many deadly boring books over so many decades that he is regarded as a master.

It turns out that, as a boy of 15, Ashenden was befriended by Edward Driffield and his first wife, Rosie. Roy Kear is writing an adoring biography of Driffield; he’d love Ashenden to share those memories. Instead, Ashenden drifts down memory lane and tells us the story no one knows — the truth about the Driffield marriage.

Ashenden’s memories seem to be a chronicle of small-town snobbery. In the countryside where young Ashenden (and Maugham) spends school vacations, the Driffields are not respectable. Edward is a writer, thus automatically suspect. And Rosie — well, she has a past. Young Ashenden is aware of their checkered reputation, but he is hungrier for adult friendship than he is for social propriety. The Driffields become his second family — until they suddenly bolt, leaving debts and questions behind them.

Years pass. Ashenden is now a medical student in London. He runs into Rosie; their friendship resumes. But Ashenden is now twenty — he understands that although Rosie seems to love her husband, she is repeatedly unfaithful to him. And, soon enough, he becomes her lover. One of them, anyway, for Ashenden must confront an idea that few men can handle: women’s right to sexual freedom.

Roy Kear can’t. Here he is, pumping Willie Ashenden:

“I suppose she was awful.”
“I don’t recollect that.”
“She must have been dreadfully common. She was a barmaid, wasn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder why the devil he married her. I’ve always been given to understand that she was extremely unfaithful to him.”
“Extremely.”
“Do you remember at all what she was like?”
“Yes, very distinctly,” I smiled. “She was sweet.”

Not what Kear wants to hear. Much later Ashenden spells it out for him:

“She was a very simple woman. Her instincts were healthy and ingenuous. She loved to make people happy. She loved love.”
“Do you call that love?”
“Well, then, the act of love. She was naturally affectionate. When she liked anyone, it was quite natural for her to go to bed with him. She never thought twice about it. It was not vice; it wasn’t lasciviousness; it was her nature. She gave herself as naturally as the sun gives heat or the flowers their perfume. It was a pleasure to her and she liked to give pleasure to others. It had no effect on her character; she remained sincere, unspoiled, and artles
s.”

Whew! That’s a long way from bike rides in the country, even further from lunch with Roy Kear in a London club. And although “Cakes and Ale” is a relatively short novel — it’s a crisp 300 pages — there are many more twists in it. I won’t spoil them for you.

It’s been fashionable for decades to dismiss Maugham as a mere storyteller, as if the ability to tell stories is a second-rate gift. But unless you are a snootball critic, stories are what you read fiction for. In “Cakes and Ale,” Maugham juggles half a dozen characters without breaking a sweat. The novel seems formless and weightless, a tale told by a friend over drinks. You cannot imagine how hard it is to do this.

Of all his books, Maugham considered “Cakes and Ale” his favorite. Read it and you’ll see why.

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Once upon a time there was a clumsy dragon who was chosen to save the world. It’s just a shame he wasn’t very good at it.

Last year I had the privilege of being introduced to one of the most adorable, flawed, fun middle-grade fiction characters I had ever met: Crispin Scales, a dragon.

The first thing I loved about this story was that its bumbling dragon-hero seemed to go backward. In most hero stories and fantasy epics, we watch the ordinary become extraordinary. Four ordinary school children cross a magic threshold and wind up becoming kings and queens of Narnia. A nerd is bitten by a radioactive spider and starts wearing lycra and climbing walls. A hobbit goes on a journey and returns home with a ring of formidable power.

But what if the story went the other way? What if the story began with a dragon, and a royal dragon at that, one destined for greatness? And then: what if that dragon ultimately lost everything and became, well, just like us?

There is a series of ‘Crispin’ books. I read the first two in their draft format, and couldn’t put them down. Neither, apparently, could the more-than 50 children on whom the stories were tested. The first book, Crispin Scales and the Golden Pearl by Ruby Blessing, was released last month. I can’t wait to buy my own copy. Go here to take a look at the funny and magical world of Crispin for yourself.

Yours truly,
Naomi xo

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Thanksgiving Week

Nov 19, 2012

Hello, English Muse Readers!

It is the most *wonderful* time of the year, don’t you think? From November 1st to January One, I am in heaven! I love the scents of the season, the colors, the twinkle-lights, the style. I love giving gifts, I love seeing family, mailing copious amounts of cards, and I love to make ridiculous paper crafts to hang all around our house. And this year, I am also particularly thankful for all the interweb friends I’ve been meeting here on English Muse (Thanks, Tina!), on Secrets of a Belle, and in Twitterland.

Thanks to each and every one of you for being so nice and friendly! I wish you & yours the very best! I’d love to hear what Thanksgiving festivities are happening in your ‘neck of the woods.’ If you’re interested in what I’m doing (or if you need help preparing to baste your first turkey or stock your first bar), pop on over and say *hello!* 

As always & very sincerely yours,
Hannah B.

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Jesse Kornbluth, of HeadButler.com, noticing it’s mid-November and starting to think of one-of-a-kind gifts.

As someone who flunked shop and almost had to repeat the ninth grade, I have extravagant respect for anyone who can make things. Real things. In the physical world.

I’m not going out on a limb in my fondness for the work of Frances Palmer, a potter from Weston, Connecticut. Dominique Browning is now several lifetimes beyond her identity as the editor of House & Garden magazine, but her eye is just as sharp, and she’s a major Palmer enthusiast. Martha Stewart praises her. Nora Ephron collected her. I can too, especially if I poke around her $150 and under work.

Palmer originally wanted to be a printmaker, having studied woodcuts as an undergraduate majoring in art history and as a graduate student obsessed with Frank Stella’s handmade paper prints. Pottery beckoned in large part because it could be both beautiful and functional. Soon she saw that it became a kind of diary.

“The clay senses when you’re not mentally present,” she says. “If I’m not thinking about what I want to do, it’s better for me not to do it.”

That’s comically modest. As you’ll see from the range of work she offers on her site, Frances Palmer is always working. And thinking. She chooses the plants she grows in her garden less for their attractiveness in the earth than for the ways the flowers will look when she picks them, photographs them and uses them as models for the decoration on vases and bowls.

She’s best known for her one-of-a-kind vases and pots, but the choices you’ll find on her site suggest that beauty for the 1% is not her goal. She understands that beautiful things can also be affordable, and so she’s designed plates that can be produced by others. The Pearl Collection is produced in collaboration with Buffalo China, one of the last ceramic factories in this country. Again, she’s a one-off — she’s the only artist who has ever partnered with Buffalo China on handcrafted products. And these plates are, though available in quantity, still handcrafted — every piece is hand-cast, pressed, and glazed.

You’ll never see these pieces on Amazon.

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This year autumn seemed to hold off for several weeks later than usual. This weekend it got cold and so I find myself bundling up and drinking lots of tea.

For some reason I tend to think of Alphonse Mucha as a cold weather artist. He was from what is now the Czech Republic and I think of Prague in the winter as well.

His work is so intricate and detailed, it takes a while to take it all in, so maybe the slower pace of the winter seems to suit his style.

He could draw like a thousand angles. I once saw a film of him drawing – the speed and accuracy of his line was astounding.

He pretty much invented and popularized the Art Nouveau style in Paris in the 20s. He started his career painting theatrical scenery, and got his big break in Paris by painting a poster for a Sarah Bernhardt play. As a theater kid, I feel a bit of kinship with his story.

He painted many advertisements and posters, but his master work was his Slav Epic. It is 20 enormous canvases celebrating Slavic history. Each one is at least one story, most depict several story lines.

Mucha is one of my favorite artists. Although I have visited Prague several times (my parents even lived there for a couple of years) I never got to see the Slav Epic, which was displayed in a small town in the Czech countryside. It has since been moved, so it is a little easier to see. However, it is still on my “someday” list.

Browsing through his paintings I am struck by his mastery and the beauty that he found in the world. He even makes the cold look lovely.

Have a cozy Tuesday,

Sarah from Design Flourishes

 

All images from the Mucha Foundation website and

Mucha’s Wikipedia gallery

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NaNoWriMo

Nov 08, 2012

In the sixth grade, I wrote a story.  A long story, by my standards: fifty handwritten pages, tucked in a binder.  It was a horrible mishmash of genres, but would be most accurately labeled as science fiction.  The protagonist was a twelve-year-old girl who was, ultimately, a projection of my twelve-year-old self.  That story has disappeared into a box somewhere, probably for the best.  I called it my novel.  I entertained dreams of writing a whole series.  In fact, I created titles and covers for the entire series, and a logo.

My novel-writing dreams disappeared into homework and life as I grew older, but I’ve always felt like I still had a story to write down, to get on paper.  I don’t think it’s a great story, really, but I want to write it anyway.  This month, I actually started.  Someone reminded me that it’s NaNoWriMo, and I realized this year is the best chance I’ll get to participate.  So I started my story. I’m 11,085 words in, and little of a plot has taken shape, but I am still having fun–and not writing something quite as ridiculous as my sixth-grade compositions.

In case you don’t know, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, and it runs from November 1-30 every year.  Participants are challenged to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days.  It’s nuts.  My story is a mess.  Most participants’ stories are, though, because the point is not to create a work of perfection–the point is to stop dreaming about being a writer and just do it.  It started last week, but you can still jump in and get started!

Are any of you Wrimos this year?  Have you been in the past?  Any advice on keeping at it?

 

Until next Thursday,

Katie

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Jesse Kornbluth, of HeadButler.com, this week clearing out his cookbook shelf because a new arrival is the answer to so many cooking questions.

We were giving a dinner for an Important Person, so we made up a guest list of friends we regard as Important.

It is a measure of my wife’s skill in the kitchen that we don’t hesitate to invite Melissa Hamilton and Christopher Hirsheimer, the team that produces the Canal House cookbooks.

Because the Important Person was foreign, we decided to give him an All-American meal: Sloppy Joes and Mac & Cheese. Naturally, both recipes had been personalized.

Christopher noticed.

My wife explained: “Before I sprinkle buttered breadcrumbs on top of the macaroni, I put on slices of American cheese.”

Christopher had an admission of her own — there’s a brick of Velveeta in her refrigerator.

The moral of that story: The foundation of Hamilton and Hirsheimer’s success is their deep populist understanding of the unlimited bounty that America offers to those willing to embrace it, contradictions and all.

Really, these women might as well have stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting. After decades at the pinnacle of New York food magazines, they set up shop along the Delaware River, just across from New Hope, Pennsylvania. In their little town, there’s still a noon whistle, and church bells toll the hour.

Their studio, located in an old redbrick warehouse, overlooks a canal. But “studio” makes their loft sound professional. They prepare food on an old wooden carpenter’s worktable, with their pots and pans hanging overhead. They cook on the kind of stoves you find in rental apartments. They have a dishwasher, but prefer to clean up by hand.

But let them tell you about their workplace:

In warm weather, we throw open the French doors and the voices of the people walking or fishing below float up to us. We plant herbs in our window boxes and grow tomatoes in pots on our wrought-iron balcony. In the winter we build fires in the Franklin wood stove to keep cozy when its snowy and gray outside.

It is a dream. And yet it is their lives. Enviable? Yes, especially because they come in every day and live that day — these are women of weather and season, of inclination and intuition.

Of course they toss stale bread to the ducks in the canal.

Of course, in late summer, they eat tomato sandwiches over the sink. (“The tomatoes are so sensual that they should probably be eaten behind closed doors.”)

Of course they have a “studio dog” they take on walks.

Of course they wear aprons all day.

Of course their idea of a big dream involves acquiring a … walk-in refrigerator.

Everything about Melissa Hamilton and Christopher Hirsheimer delivers the same message: We won the lottery. We get to live authentic lives and cook real food and write books that are both creative and simple.

Disclosure: If I sound certain of these perceptions, it’s because I know these women. They were friends of friends when I wrote about their first, self-published cookbook. By Number 2 and Number 3, admiration had become acquaintance. By Number 4 I was like those groupies who run after the rock star’s limo. By Number 5 and Number 6 and Number 7, we were in a form of friendship.

Not, however, the kind of friendship that has them confiding in me. So I was stunned to get a 384-page brick of a hardcover book, with 250 recipes and 130 of Hirsheimer’s photographs and Hamilton’s illustrations. “Canal House Cooks Every Day” is just that: recipes for every season, using ingredients of the season. [To buy the book from Amazon, click here.]

That means you get tone poems to asparagus and berries, hymns to tomatoes. Again, let them speak:

We call ourselves salt-and-pepper cooks. We forsake the convenience of the supermarket and live in the season — slicing big ripe tomatoes, preserving tomatoes, grilling leeks, roasting chickens and slathering them with herb butter, foraging for chanterelles, turning corn into succotash, baking berry cobblers, and making apricot jam. Cooking is a wonderful way to immerse yourself in the season around you….

And an easy way. Want to make deviled eggs but have no time? Split hard-boiled eggs, spread mayonnaise over them, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle salt and pepper. And… done. Spare ribs? Baste them with hoisin sauce and bourbon. Chicken in a pot needs only scallions. And no recipes call for foam or truffle oil.

The book’s final recipe? Thin, crisp chocolate chip cookies. Of course.

Some recipes…

Cleansing Ginger-Chicken Soup
serves 6

Ginger has long been known for its health benefits. Prized for its anti-inflammatory properties, it is also known to calm an upset stomach. We love the heat it adds to this rich, satisfying broth. We remove the chicken breast halfway through cooking to keep it tender and juicy. The purity of this broth needs little else, but if you want more substance, add rice or noodles.

1 onion
sliced 2 ribs celery
chopped 1 big hand fresh ginger (about 8 ounces), unpeeled and sliced into big pieces
1 clove garlic
10 black peppercorns
1 organic chicken, cut into 7 pieces (2 breasts, 2 thighs and legs, 2 wings, and the back)
Salt
Handful fresh cilantro leaves

Put the onions, celery, ginger, garlic, and peppercorns in a heavy large pot, then add the chicken pieces, placing the breasts on top so they will be easier to remove from the hot broth halfway through the cooking. Cover with 4 quarts cold water and bring just to a boil over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat to low. Skim off any foam that rises to the surface.

After about 30 minutes, remove the chicken breasts and set them aside to cool. Continue to gently simmer the soup for 1½ hours.

Remove all the chicken from the broth and set it aside until it is cool enough to handle. Pull off and discard the skin, bones, and gristle. Strain the broth through a fine-mesh sieve into a bowl then return the broth to the pot. Boil the broth over high heat until it has reduced to about 8 cups. Season with salt to taste.

Put a handful of chicken in each of 6 individual bowls, then ladle in the hot broth. Serve garnished with cilantro leaves.

Braised Beef Brisket with Onions & Currants
serves 4–6

We’re often looking for ways to add saltiness or sweetness to a dish by using more complex ingredients than straight-up salt or sugar. Anchovies, capers, preserved lemons, and pancetta are some of our favorite saline seasonings. In this recipe, we add sweetness to the beef brisket and its rich, silky braising sauce with onions, ketchup, sherry vinegar, and dried currants. This is how we build flavor. The trick to cooking is learning how to balance flavors and seasonings while keeping them from getting murky. We’ve been cooking a long time and we’re still learning constantly. It’s one of the reasons we love to cook.

2 tablespoons olive oil
4 medium onions, sliced into thick rounds
3 cloves garlic, peeled and crushed
One 3-pound beef brisket with a nice layer of fat
1 tablespoon pimentón
Salt and pepper
1 cup ketchup
2 tablespoons sherry or red wine vinegar
1 cup dried currants or raisins

Preheat the oven to 300°. Heat the olive oil in a large enameled cast-iron or other heavy ovenproof pot with a lid over medium-high heat. Add the onions and garlic and cook until softened and slightly collapsed, about 5 minutes. Remove the pot from the heat. Rub the brisket all over with the pimentón and a generous seasoning of salt and pepper. Put the brisket in the pot, fat side up on top of the onions.

Stir together the ketchup, ½ cup water, the vinegar, and currants in a small bowl, and pour over the brisket. Cover the pot and transfer it to the oven. Braise the meat until it is very tender, about 3 hours.

Remove the pot from the oven, then transfer the meat to a cutting board. Skim off the fat from the sauce. Slice the meat and serve with the sauce.

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In Another World

Nov 06, 2012

I am so in love with these images by Manuel Rodríguez Sánchez.

He creates an entire magical world in with his work.

I want to live in a world where such magic is possible.

Have a fabulous Tuesday,

Sarah from Design Flourishes

 

all images from Manuel Rodríguez Sánchez’s website

he also uploads work to his flickr stream

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Nick & Nora

Nov 05, 2012

Most days I feel as if I’m living in a Thin Man movie… beautiful clothes, martinis, and a witty husband & loveable terrier that always keep things entertaining. Needless to say, I was thrilled to hear this little interview on NPR this weekend. Two never-before-released novellas have just been published under the title Return of the Thin Man and will, of course, be downloaded to my Kindle immediately.

If you’ve never seen the Thin Man movies, they are must see! Myrna Loy and William Powell as Nick & Nora Charles are one of my favorite on-screen couples of all time. Here are a few of my favorite clips as well as a little something to whet your palette…

 

Until next week, I hope you’ll stop by Secrets of a Belle and say ‘hello!’
xo* for now ~ Hannah B. 

 

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November

Nov 01, 2012

It’s tempting to fast-forward through this month.  For me, as a student, it’s full of projects, to-do lists, and a search for the box in which I stored my mittens and hats.  The weather is crisp, the leaves have mostly fallen, and life moves startlingly fast.

This time last year, I began a daily gratitude journal, but it disappeared somewhere in my list of priorities within a few weeks.  This November, I am going to try again.  Instead of fast-forwarding through the month, I want to pause a few minutes each day and remember what makes it lovely.

Today, it’s the steaming mug of coffee on my desk, the autumn light through my window, and the book I’m about to pick up.

What joys are you thankful for today?

 

until next Thursday,

Katie

(Unwritten, Untitled)

 

p.s. Is anyone participating in NaNoWriMo?  I am thinking about it…

[image by Jessica Kesterson]

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