Monthly Archives:: October 2012
I did SO MUCH BETTER this time! Let’s see. I made a cake.
Triple Decker Strawberry Cake made in a bunt pan, so not really triple decker, but that’s the name of the recipe so. The icing looked horrible, but it tasted as good as a bunch of butter and confectioner’s sugar with a bit of homemade vanilla extract (!) mixed together CAN taste. Which is yum.
Made the girl a couple of these, which she has apparently lost already. Hence the picture from the post. Pattern from All About Ami and it’s SUPER easy and pretty darn cute too.
Made this, of course. Posted on it a couple days ago. SO good.
Copied this pin to carve my pumpkin. I LOVE HIM.
SIX PINS! I did SIX PINS! Woot! Go me! See you for the next month!
Wow, what a weekend. Went on a mad shopping spree Saturday morning for a costume, followed by a Halloween party on Saturday afternoon. Came home from that, only to fall asleep around 6 O’CLOCK, and wake up at 8 O’CLOCK. Guess who was up late after that? *sigh* Then Sunday was spent laying around because of THAT crazy sleep pattern. I’m almost feeling recovered (this is Sunday night, yo) only to have to go to WORK tomorrow. UGH.
Heather is not a happy camper.
We carved pumpkins! We have jacks, a kitty, and a…I’m not sure what, but it’s supposed to be sad.
In other news, I started reading The Count of Monte Cristo! And it’s just as fantastic as I remember! Love Dantes! Hate Danglars! Hate Ferdinand! Hate Caderousse! LOVE DUMAS! It’s definitely not too late to join in our readalong, since we don’t officially start until November 1st. So come on, join us!
I picked about 5 lbs of tomatoes yesterday. Out of my garden. It’s almost November. I was flabbergasted. So I made spur-of-the-moment salsa last night. Spur-of-the-moment salsa may be the best salsa. So very yum.
So, are you watching any new TV? With Chuck over (*sobs*), Bones is getting on my nerves, and no time to watch much of anything except on the weekend, I need recommendations. I love New Girl. It’s practically the only show I make time for. I have half-heartedly watched the first two episodes of Revolution. I like the premise, what happens when all the power goes out?, but the main girl? She gets on my last. nerve. Where in the world did they get her and what made them think she could carry a show by herself? Get her some acting lessons. Stat.
I’m all caught up on Doctor Who. The Ponds! *sobs*
I started MI-5, but part of me just wants to skip to the Richard Armitage episodes. Mr. Thornton!
That is, sadly, about it. So what’s good? Give me something to watch while I’m crocheting people!
Speaking of crochet, it’s dangerous, yo.
Have a great week!
are the bomb, y’all.
I have been looking for a good noodle recipe for what feels like forever. And I *think* I’ve finally found it. It needs a couple of tweaks… (I’m not a huge fan of rice wine vinegar. It doesn’t call for garlic. And it can away use more soy sauce!) but we’re getting there. Here is the original recipe, as I first made it, which is pretty darn close to perfect.
Also, if you make it, lemme know!
Soba Noodles with Sweet Ginger Scallion Sauce.
- Soba noodles – 1 9oz packet.
- Salt and Pepper as per taste.
- Sesame seeds – 2 Tbsp lightly toasted.
- Cucumber thinly julienne optional.
- Lime wedges optional.
For Sweet Ginger Scallion Sauce-
- Scallions – 1 ½ cup finely chopped.
- Ginger – 2 Tbsp minced.
- Cilantro – ¼ cup chopped.
- Sesame oil/ grape seed oil/ any neutral oil – 2-3 Tbsp.
- Chili oil – 2 tsp.
- Soy sauce – 1Tbsp.
- Rice wine vinegar – 2 Tbsp.
- Honey – 2 Tbsp.
- Salt – 1 tsp, as soy sauce is salty too so be careful with the salt.
- Black pepper – 1 tsp.
- Mix all the ingredients for Sweet Ginger Scallion sauce in the bowl, check for the seasoning. Keep it aside for 10 -15 minutes for the flavors to develop.
- Boil the soba noodles as per the instruction on the package, If you need them cold drain well with the cold water once they are cooked or just drain the water in which they boiled if you like them hot.
- Add the sauce, sesame seeds and toss the noodles well, check for the seasoning one last time. Sprinkle lime juice if you like and also if you like add some julienne cucumber, give a final toss and Enjoy!!!
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The Brides of Rollrock Island
by Margo Lanagan
Publication Date: 9/11/12
Publisher: Knopf Books for Young Readers
Acquired from NetGalley
I have two things to admit. Firstly, I don’t quite know how to review this book! How many times have you heard me say that? But it’s true! There is SO MUCH going on here, not in a bad way, it’s a good way, but there is so much to discuss!
Secondly, I went into The Brides of Rollrock Island with trepidation. Sure, I read, and loved Tender Morsels, last year, but it took me three (THREE!) tries to get into that book. I was vigilant! Determined! Too many of my reading buddies loved Tender Morsels for me to NOT love it too! And so, I conquered! Finally! Hoorah for me!!! But, that small, irritating voice in the back of my head asked, would it be that hard to get into her new book?
Thankfully, no. I had absolutely nothing to worry about.
On Rollrock Island, the men make their living from the sea. They are fishermen. They have always been fishermen. And their wives, while unremarkable, plain, and dull, were also steadfast and loyal. Until the witch was born. Misskaella, ugly, hateful Misskaella, has the power to draw the human out of a seal, and the men pay handsomely for their beautiful sea-wives. Long, dark, mesmerizing hair. Night dark, liquid eyes. Easy, trusting, sweet demeanors. Perfect as perfect can be. The price is dear, but the men are willing to pay it. The wives live on the island and bear them sons and watch the sea. They watch the sea with their quiet, questing eyes.
One son, out of all the sons, recognizes the aching in his mother’s soul. This boy loves his mother more than anything else in the world and he worries. He worries and he watches. He watches her like she watches the sea. Will his love for her lead him to help her back to the sea, or his father in keeping her there with them?
It sounds simple, doesn’t it? Nothing with Margo Lanagan is simple. Her writing is beautiful. Her message hauntingly and lovingly rendered. And her characters. Oh, her characters. Misskaella. I loved Misskaella. She’s fascinating. From the beginning, she’s called fat, and ugly, and she takes it to heart. Once she discovers her talent with seals, she discovers her means for revenge. She takes a sort of malicious delight, but Lanagan’s skill is so great that, even as Misskaella is delighting in her exploits, you can also feel the pain under it all. She becomes the mean, ugly witch they take her for, but Lanagan left me wondering what Misskaella could have been, if she hadn’t been treated the way she was. As the stories unfold, telling the stories of different men and their seal wives and their sons, one comes to know Misskaella better as well. I’ll say it again, she’s fascinating. One of the most fascinating characters I’ve met in a long time.
Lanagan’s setting is like another character in the book. The island on which this all takes place is a barren place. I pictured rocky beaches, swollen, angry seas, overcast skies, yet starkly beautiful for all this. I was reminded of pictures of the Scottish coast. Using this setting to tell what is essentially a selkie story, a fairy tale where men steal the skins of seals to make them their wives, fitting.
Some of my favorite bits of writing:
We walked on, and everything was different, just as Jeannie had said-outlined in gold, things were, in the late sunshine, funnel- and mast-shadows crisply black on the sunlit storehouse walls. Every gull flew in a more purposeful arc, or arranged its folded wings more importantly; every stone and plank went toward making a different stage of life from the one that had passed on from us, moments before. “this is the day you tell your grandchildren about,” I said, and Kitty squeezed my hand.
During the time I lived in the sea, nothing happened in the sense that humans know happening. Seals do not sit about and tell, the way people do, and their lives are not eventful in the way that people’s are, lines of story combed out again and again, in the hope that they will yield more sense with every stroke. Seal life already makes perfect sense, and needs no explanation. At the approach of my man-mind, my seal life slips apart into glimpses and half memories: sunlight shafts into the green; the mirror roof crinkles above; the mams race ahead through the halls and cathedrals and along the high roads of the sea; boat bellies rock against the light, and men mumble and splash at their business above; the seal-men spin their big bodies by their delicate tails as lightly as land-lads spin wooden tops, shooting forward, upward, outward. Movement in the sea is very much like flying, through a green air flocking with tiny lives, and massier ones more slowly coasting by.
I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized before, in which I was but one star-gleam, one wavelet, among multitudes. My happiness mattered not a whit more than the next person’s – or the next fish’s, or the next grass-blade’s! – and not a whit less.
Hi guys! I feel like I have sorely neglected my blog! Between the Readathon, getting Estella off the ground, and Real Life, I just haven’t had time to think about things over here. NOW that the Readathon is done for now (!), Estella is off to a pretty good start, and Real Life…well, can’t do much about that but hang on… I think I can refocus over here. My loyal readers know what happens around here when Heather looses her blogging mojo. I promise to try to make it subtle.
In other news, I made a list of all the books I want to review soon. It’s…not pretty. It’s actually pretty long! You may be seeing some mini-reviews soon, so I can catch up. Here is what I need to review:
- The Brides of Rollrock Island by Margo Lanagan
- Under Wildwood by Colin Meloy, read by the author
- The Prince of Mist by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
- The Good Neighbors (1-3) by Holly Black and Ted Naifeh
- Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
- The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, read by Joanna David
- Anna Dressed in Blood/Girl of Nightmares by Kendare Blake
- Ida B… and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster, and (Possibly) Save the World by Katherine Hannigan
- The Return of the Soldier by Rebecca West
- The Spiderwick Chronicles by Holly Black and Tony DiTerrlizi
- The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes and The Doll’s House by Neil Gaiman
And that’s probably just the tip of the iceberg. See how daunting this is? Is there anything you’re particularly anxious to hear about?
In other news, I’ve been crocheting like a maniac. Trying to get a few things made for Christmas. So far I’m working on a scarf, a cowl, and a blanket. It’s nice, and relaxing, despite the stress of GETTING IT DONE. Only I know how to stress myself out while doing a hobby. lol
I have to do a post on pins soon. I have done so many! And a lot of them are organizing! So far I’ve organized my kids drawers (thank GOD), I’ve organized my scarves, and I’m planning to do my linen closet next. Now I need to find a pin on organizing my books…. *sigh* I also made some fantastic sesame noodles. I LOVE SESAME NOODLES.
I’m also planning to do pins on Halloween costumes (I’m leaning toward being a gypsy), getting a haircut, and of course more food. There is a pumpkin cake worming around in my brain as we speak.
Have a great week!!
If you’re looking at this and thinking something along the lines of, “I can’t believe Heather read this,” you’re not alone.
I can’t believe I read it either.
Firstly, let’s talk about what this book is about, then we’ll discuss why I read it, and if I came even close to liking it.
Diary of a Submissive is exactly what it sounds like. Sophie Morgan is a “21st century woman.” She’s smart, she has a successful journalism career, she has some snark; she just also gets off on being the submissive in a S&M relationship. This “diary” follows Sophie’s story of her sexual life. From the early days in college where she was first spanked to later in life where things get a little… crazy…. To put it in today’s terms, Sophie meets her Christian Grey (50 Shades of Grey reference!) and the whole reason her book got published, I expect. Sophie doesn’t pull any punches, or hold back the details. What follows is a straight-forward discussion of sexual fetishes. It’s no-holds-barred, explicit, and (to me) a little unnerving.
Okay, a lot unnerving.
I am not what I would call a prude. However, okay, yeah, I do have a bit of the prude about me. I just believe there is a time and place for every conversation. I think sex lives are best left (mostly) private. Yet, I found myself curious. I’ve BEEN finding myself curious. Not about the lifestyle, per se, but about this sudden influx of erotic literature into the market. I know it’s always been around, but ever since 50 Shades of Grey took the world by storm, I’ve been curious. What IS it about this kind of literature that is attracting so much attention? From all I’ve heard, 50 Shades of Grey is horrible. I’ve had no desire to read it. Yet. What was I missing?
Apparently not much.
Yes, Diary of a Submissive is daring. It’s bound to be controversial. After all, this does purport to be a true story. I know I don’t see the appeal of this lifestyle. Not only does it seem slightly dangerous, it seems demoralizing, and I can’t see how a good relationship can grow from such a thing. I had hoped perhaps Ms. Morgan would help me see the light a bit, but sadly, she didn’t. I finished the book feeling… well… a little dirty. And in probably not the intended way.
I can just imagine the kind of discussion a book like this could generate. So, join in. Come visit BlogHer all month to discuss the book and find out just what other people think of Diary of a Submissive.
Disclaimer: This is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club but the opinions expressed are my own. Seriously. MY OWN.