Archive for January, 2008

Sunday Links

January 27, 2008 @ 9:18 am | Filed under: Links

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Saturday Links

January 26, 2008 @ 9:21 am | Filed under: Links

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Methinks She Doth Protest Too Much

January 25, 2008 @ 6:49 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

:::sound of silverware rattling in kitchen:::

Me: "Rilla, what are you up to in there?"

Toddler, emphatically: "NO!"

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Discovered on the White Board

January 25, 2008 @ 9:53 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

A notice:

Bitter Lesson 17
from "How to be a baby!"

Don’t hang on the oven door, as it is liable to fall open and hurt you badly.

(For the record: the oven was not turned on at the time of the incident which led to the above words of wisdom; and the only thing "badly" hurt was a toddler’s dignity.)

(As for Bitter Lessons 1-16, I do not know what they are, but I’m told a certain big sister is compiling a book.)

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Thursday Links

January 24, 2008 @ 9:21 am | Filed under: Links

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On This Cold, Rainy Morning, I Think I Know What She Means

January 24, 2008 @ 7:44 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Beanie on Handel’s Water Music: "Mommy, this may sound funny, but just being near it makes me feel warmer."

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Wednesday Links

January 23, 2008 @ 9:22 am | Filed under: Links

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A New Departure in Flavorings

January 22, 2008 @ 10:49 pm | Filed under: recipes


"Anne Shirley!" she exclaimed, "what on earth did you put into
that cake?"


"Nothing but what the recipe said, Marilla," cried Anne with a
look of anguish.  "Oh, isn’t it all right?"


"All right!  It’s simply horrible.  Mr. Allan, don’t try to eat
it.  Anne, taste it yourself.  What flavoring did you use?"

Vanilla," said Anne, her face scarlet with mortification after
tasting the cake.  "Only vanilla.  Oh, Marilla, it must have been
the baking powder.  I had my suspicions of that bak—"


"Baking powder fiddlesticks!  Go and bring me the bottle of
vanilla you used."


Anne fled to the pantry and returned with a small bottle
partially filled with a brown liquid and labeled yellowly,
"Best Vanilla."


Marilla took it, uncorked it, smelled it.


"Mercy on us, Anne, you’ve flavored that cake with
anodyne
liniment.  I broke the liniment bottle last week and poured what
was left into an old empty vanilla bottle.  I suppose it’s partly
my fault—I should have warned you—but for pity’s sake why
couldn’t you have smelled it?"

—Anne of Green Gables, L. M. Montgomery

You remember how excited I was to make that tortilla soup. I checked the pantry for ingredients yesterday and thought about it all night. Mmm. Now, astonishingly, I was out of diced tomatoes. Diced tomatoes are my little-old-lady-stockpile item. I usually have half a dozen cans. I buy them every time I shop; it’s a compulsion; I can’t explain it—and yet today? Out.

But I found a carton of Trader Joe’s roasted tomato and red pepper soup: this seemed like a tasty substitute. And I had some pollo asada, which promised to make a delicious-sounding recipe absolutely stunning.

For what happened next, I believe I shall blame Alice. It’s her fault for being so engaging on the phone. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

We were chatting, and I was merrily assembling my soup. Sauteed the onions and the chicken: smelled good already. Added the tomato/red pepper soup, half the carton. Frozen corn, a can of black beans, lots of garlic, a can of green chilis. Mmm. I rummaged in the fridge to see if there was a carton of chicken broth open already. There was, almost full. I poured it in, added pepper and cumin.

It looked delicious. My mouth was watering. I had to taste it.

I was expecting that savory, spicy, cumin-and-chili tang. You may imagine, therefore, my bewilderment at what was unmistakably a sweet flavor. And what was that, nutmeg? Cloves? What on earth?

In a sudden panic I checked the tomato-pepper soup ingredients. What if Trader Joe had served up a nutmeg-spiced soup? Had I blown it, mixing this into my spicy Latino dish?

But no, the ingredients reassured me. Tomatoes, peppers, no nutmeg, no cloves. I tasted the soup again. Odd. So very sweet! Really pretty horrible. Definitely a strong taste of—what? Ginger? Cinnamon?

And that’s when I noticed the little yellow teacup on the golden carton of chicken broth. A teacup? On broth?

Oh, no.

Broth2

Oh yes.

Broth

"Break from the everyday" indeed. Black tea, vanilla, spices (nutmeg! cinnamon!), and honey. Just add milk! And tomato soup! And onions, garlic, chicken, and green chili!

Oh, I am a brilliant cook. My recipes? You will not find the like of them anywhere. Food Network keeps ringing my phone off the hook. I’m sorry, I tell them. I already have a job. Three or four of them, actually. I cannot be your next Food Network Star. Yes, "Melissa’s Melting Pot" is a fabulous name for my unique and eclectic kind of culinary fusion. But I’m sorry. You’ll have to get by without me. Tell you what, you may give my recipe for Tortilla Chai Soup to Rachael Ray, with my compliments. I’m pretty sure Alton Brown could get some good mileage out of it as well. There must certainly have been some interesting chemical reactions happening in my stew pot.

Well, the Food Network may be heartbroken, but my story, like Anne’s, has a fairly happy ending. I am glad to say I saved the soup. I sieved it and rinsed off all the vanilla tea broth. Saved the good stuff, the chicken, beans, veggies. Tried again with the rest of the tomato-pepper soup, some salsa, and, yes, actual chicken broth made from chickens. Not from a fancy tea concentrate Scott bought me as a present, and which it causes him great pain to know was poured down the drain. I am sorry, babe. But the soup turned out to be pretty good, didn’t it?

I think it was that hint of nutmeg beneath the cumin.

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Tuesday’s Links

January 22, 2008 @ 9:20 am | Filed under: Links

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New York Set to Deny Special Services to Homeschoolers

January 22, 2008 @ 7:59 am | Filed under: Current Affairs, Education News & Issues, Homeschool Legislation, Special Education, Special Needs Children

I meant to blog about this last week but need more time to do some research. I haven’t lived in New York for six years and am not totally up to date on the education regulations there any more. But this recent development shocked me and it most definitely needs to be talked about.

So I was glad to see that my college classmate Andrea has posted a letter to Governor Spitzer addressing her concerns about the NY Board of Regents and Department of Education’s reinterpretation of the federal IDEA law. Their recent ruling, if you haven’t heard, will deny free, public-school-provided special services like speech therapy and OT to homeschooled children in New York State. These services will continue to be available to children enrolled in public and private schools.

These special services are paid for by the taxpayers. In other states, the public schools are required to provide the same special services to homeschooled and private-schooled children as they do to public-school students. Federal law mandates this. It is under this law, the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act, that Wonderboy is able to receive necessary speech therapy and audiology services through our local school district, even though we are officially registered as a private school under California education regulation.

Andrea speaks eloquently to the importance of such services:

I am not a zealot. I am a concerned parent who, at great personal and
financial sacrifice, is trying to provide her two, exceptional children
with the tools needed to become life-long learners and independent,
creative problem-solvers capable of living their lives to the fullest
their capabilities allow…This
act by the NYS Ed. Dept. (revoking services to home schooled IEP kids)
feels like a slap in the face for families whose financial and emotional resources are already spread thin to breaking.

Andrea suspects that the policy change has more to do with funding problems than anything else. No matter what the cause, it is hard to believe that the state would choose to interpret the federal law in a manner that excludes homeschoolers but includes privately schooled children. This is stunningly inconsistent.

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Beanie, 7 yrs
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baby eagerly expected Jan. 2

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Book Log 09


The Ten-Year Nap
by Meg Wolitzer

The Uncommon Reader: A Novella
by Alan Bennett

World Made by Hand
by James Howard Kunstler






Book Log 08


Lots of picture books
for the Cybils

The Art of Simple Food: Notes, Lessons, and Recipes from a Delicious Revolution
by Alice Waters

How I Live Now
by Meg Rosoff

The Great Turkey Walk
by Kathleen Karr
(family read-aloud)

The Trees Kneel at Christmas
by Maud Hart Lovelace

A Reader's Delight
by Neil Perrin
(a book I have savored, essay by essay, all year—thank you again, sweet friend who sent it)

Ethan Frome
by Edith Wharton

The Ransom of Red Chief
by O. Henry
(family read-aloud)

Sign of the Beaver
by Elizabeth George Speare
(family read-aloud)

Stitched in Time: Memory-Keeping Projects to Sew and Share
by Alicia Paulson

Bend-the-Rules Sewing
by Amy Karol

Understood Betsy
by Dorothy Canfield Fisher
(read-aloud to Beanie)

The King's Fifth
by Scott O'Dell
(middle-grade novel about a young Spanish cartographer's travels with Coronado in search of the Seven Cities of Cibola)

A Murder for Her Majesty
by Beth Hilgartner
(I posted about it here)


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Haystack Full of Needles
by Alice Gunther
(Here's my post about it)

The Highwaymen
by Marc Bernardin and Adam Freeman

Number the Stars
by Lois Lowry

Swallows and Amazons
by Arthur Ransom

A Street in Marrakesh
by Elizabeth Warnock Fernea

Knight's Castle
by Edward Eager (to Beanie)

(a sequel to Half Magic)



The Creative Family
by Amanda Soule

The Losers (Vol.1): Ante Up
by Andy Diggle and Jock

Green Arrow: Year One
by Andy Diggle and Jock

Outside Lies Magic: Regaining History and Awareness in Everyday Places
by John R. Stilgoe
(here's a post about it)

Two-Part Invention: The Story of a Marriage
by Madeleine L'Engle

Dogger
by Shirley Hughes

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