Monthly Archives: February 2013

Reading Round Up

Somehow, the more books I read, the more books I add to my “to read” list.

OK, I have a quick confession to make. I have technically broken my New Year’s resolution not to buy any books. I am not calling it a full-on break because the book I bought is definitely not for pleasure.

So, I don’t feel totally guilty about this purchase because A.) I need it to bone up on some work-related stuff. B.) I bought a used copy. And, C.) I am making myself work through it a little every day so it won’t sit gathering dust on the shelf.

Whew! Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll fill you in on some of the more enjoyable reading I’ve been doing.

“Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children” by Ransom Riggs

This book was on my radar, but when The Kiddo started reading it at school and felt the need to fill me in on bits and pieces, I had to move it to the top of my list or risk an unwanted trip to Spoiler City.

The story centers on a teenage boy’s adventures as he travels to visit the Welsh island where his grandfather grew up. The author sprinkles his narrative with vintage photos that depict the various “peculiar children” and their special abilities, adding another dimension to the storytelling. With supernatural and mystery elements, this was a thrilling read.

The Kiddo and I read some of this book together and raced each other to read the rest. When it was over, I really missed being wrapped up in the unusual world the author created. Happily, it seems Riggs is working on a sequel.

There was some “salty” language in this book, especially for a fourth grader. But it is about a teenage boy, so that’s pretty much to be expected. The Kiddo was so caught up by the story, I think the language took a back seat, although it didn’t go unnoticed. Anyway, it hasn’t seemed to have a negative impact on his vocabulary. But, for parents concerned about such things, you might want to give it a read yourself before passing it on to your own youngsters.

“Notes from the Underwire” by Quinn Cummings

A good friend of mine gave me this book for a birthday present. It’s a collection of essays about the life of the author and covers a good range of experiences including motherhood, the curse of being helpful, and the unique trials of being forever labeled “a former child actor.”

I really enjoyed this book. Cummings is relatable, entertaining, and insightful. I especially like her technique for handling chronic complaining from her young daughter.

It breaks down like this: If something is truly painful, the kid has free reign to complain. If it’s only uncomfortable, or has already been complained about, she must present her complaint in “an entertaining fashion.” And she can’t use the same complaint twice. Now that’s the kind of parenting tip I like!

Next up

The Kiddo and I are reading Blue Baillett’s “Chasing Vermeer.” This is the first book in her series about a trio of incredibly unique and interesting Chicago tweens who have a penchant for falling into mysteries and uncovering schemes.

Baillett peppers her stories with references to other books, discussions about art, codes to break, and the possibilities that arise when coincidences are taken seriously.

These are the kinds of stories that leave you with a list of new things to explore. We already have plans to make a set of pentominoes and a hold request in for a collection of Charles Fort’s work, and we’re only a quarter of the way through the book!

Meanwhile, I am finally planning to hunker down and read “Ascending Peculiarity: Edward Gorey on Edward Gorey.” I’ve long been a fan of this darkly humorous author, and have meant to read this book for ages.

Gorey keeps popping up in other things I’ve read — a quick cameo in a Patti Smith book, a discussion of his relationship with Frank O’Hara in a collection of poems I was perusing, even a Google Doodle salute the other day. I’m looking forward to the opportunity get to know Gorey better.

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That’s a Lotta Bologna!

A humble place where greatness is grilled.

A humble place where greatness is grilled.


Meat sauce is another local food phenomenon I’m still wrapping my head around …

I don’t have much of a history with fried bologna sandwiches.

As a kid, a bologna sandwich in my house was generally served cold, on white bread, and slathered with bright yellow French’s mustard. They weren’t my favorite lunch, but every now and then I would get a hankering for the mushy, chewy, tangy things.

As an adult, never having tried the fried version of this sandwich, it became a bit of a household joke. The dive bar on the corner of my street served them, so the running gag was that we should go there for dinner to sample this “low-brow” menu item.

Well friends, I am here to tell you that this weekend, I saw there error of my highfalutin ways. I once was blind to the glory of the fried bologna sandwich, but now I see.

As with many a culinary discovery, my revelation came at the Rochester Public Market. This past Saturday was cold enough to keep out market dabblers so parking and getting around was easy, which is always a treat.

The Mister, already an avid fan of fried bologna, had a craving, so we set off for the Zimmerman’s booth. It was so buttoned down against the elements, I wasn’t even sure they were open. But we were in luck. Inside, the grill was sizzling and there were plenty of seats at the counter.

We had shared a fried bologna here before, but this time the Mister decided to cough up the extra fifty cents for a “Supreme” version. He figured that just meant maybe some peppers and onions but he would soon be proved wrong.

In this case, “Supreme” meant the sandwich was topped with a cheese, fried onions, a fried egg, bacon, and a healthy dollop of cinnamon-laced meat sauce. My mind was blown! Now, I’m doing my best to atone for all the years of sandwich snobbery by spreading the word about Zimmerman’s. Hustle on down and try one out for yourself — just don’t go taking up all the parking spaces!

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Feasting Before Fasting

If we drive to Buffalo for fresh paczki, can we justify a trip to NOLA for King Cake?

You probably already know it’s Fat Tuesday, the last hurrah of fatty feasting before the Lenten fast begins on Ash Wednesday. But you might not know it’s also Paczki Day!

If you’re of Polish descent or from a town with a strong Polish community, you’ve likely been celebrating Paczki Day long before I discovered the tradition. For the rest of you, dear readers, it breaks out like this: if you’re celebrating Mardi Gras, you eat King Cake. If you’re observing Paczki Day, you munch on paczki — Polish pastry filled with fruit preserves.

This year, we decided to observe both celebrations with a King Cake from Baker St. Bakery and “buttercream” paczki (pronounced “POONCH-key”) from a local grocery store.

While we enjoyed our treats, we found the King Cake a little underwhelming in the flavor department. And although the boxed paczki included some lore via a note from Herbert Holinko, the fellow who helped start Cincinnati’s Paczki Day tradition, they were no pre-feast a high note.

So, the consensus around here is that next year we’ll give making our own King Cake a stab. And since even the wonderful Polska Chata here in Rochester has their paczki shipped in from NYC, we’ll schedule a Buffalo run to Mazurek’s Bakery to give fresh paczki a try. I hear you can get paczki at Mazurek’s year-round if you visit on the right day!

Head Update

I finished The Head! The Headache was probably the most complex of the inserts, and it’s not quite firing on all cylinders. But I am resisting the instructions to “retire to a darkened room with a couple of aspirin” and instead beginning work on a paper maneki-neko.

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Some Books Worth Devouring

Thumb through these cookbooks that nourish creativity.

Recipes for eating in bed.

Recipes for eating in bed.

Ever since I was a kid I’ve loved to read about cooking. My father used to bring home copies of Cook’s Magazine and I’d pore over them for recipes that cried out “make me!” I especially remember making little chicken salad-filled cheese puff pastries and a salt cod casserole. And I swear I remember reading a letter to the editor that explained how, should your power go out in the middle of your dinner preparations, you could continue cooking a roast turkey by swaddling the roasting pan in blankets and tucking it into your bed. Sadly, I can find no evidence to support this last memory.

But I do have a delightful cookbook that was once my grandmother’s called “The Eating In Bed Cookbook” by Barbara Ninde Byfield. The witty and entertaining recipes in this book range from “Consolers” such as Shoulder of Lamb to Cry On to those for “Eating in the Bathtub” such as Watermelon Hollandaise to “Poleaxers” such as the potent “Triple Seconal.” So there is some hope for at least eating in bed around here.

Getting Started

You know, for kids!

You know — for kids!

My thing for cookbooks may have begun when my dear auntie passed along the children’s cookbook she learned to cook from — “Mary Alden’s Cook Book for Children.” It takes you through each meal of the day with several options (lunch might include “Snuggled Franks and Cheese,” or a broiled bologna “Hot Sandwich.”) plus party foods with a handy gender-specific icing guide (chocolate for Daddy, pink for Mommy.)

I remember telling my mother that I wanted to try making the breakfast recipe “Puffed Eggs with Cheese Sauce.” She pointed out that this innocuous-sounding recipe was actually a soufflé in disguise, and told me that if I was able to keep it from falling she would reward me with a chef’s hat, apron, and full set of pots and pans. To her surprise, I rose to the challenge, but she made me wait until I moved away for school to deliver on those pots and pans!

Meeting Aunt Jenny

Aunt Jenny takes a special interest in feeding confirmed bachelors.

Aunt Jenny takes a special interest in feeding confirmed bachelors.

Another old-timey cookbook that fascinates me was produced by the folks who made Spry shortening and stars a somewhat maniacal looking woman named Aunt Jenny who tells you how to sneak Spry into an alarming range of dishes. Perhaps the most frightening is her recipe for “Pennywise Steak” which involves forming hamburger and breadcrumbs into a steak-like shape and then slathering it with Spry before broiling.

Aunt Jenny is full of country-style advice and a disdain for the letter “G,” but she sure can deep fry a fine “Macaroni and Cheese Cutlet.” “So temptin’an different, your folks will ask for ‘em often,” she promises.

Her husband Calvin, however, has what appears to be a darker past, as evidenced by his review of her “Mellowscotch Pie” – “… the fillin’s as smooth as a kitten’s ear.” How exactly he knows the mouth-feel of a kitten’s ear is not further explained.

Dinner with the Prices

It's not "The Necronomicon" but it still frightens me.

It’s not “The Necronomicon” but it still frightens me.

And speaking of disturbing, I finally hunted down a well-loved copy of Mary and Vincent Price’s imposing tome “A Treasury of Great Recipes.” While one might expect the covers of this hefty volume to house an array of instructions for preparing horror-kitsch foodstuffs, it’s actually packed with all the gourmet delicacies of its day. The Prices were world travelers and this book, published in 1965, is a record of “Famous Specialties of the World’s Foremost Restaurants Adapted for the American Kitchen.” Amazing photographs of the settings and menus of the finest restaurants of the time accompany the recipes. Plus there are shots of the Prices in their motor home, cooking for friends as they travel around.

I must admit that I have yet to cook anything from the Prices’ book. For some reason, I find the way they set up the recipes daunting. But I can see from the many stains and splatters that whoever owned my copy previously used it often. I’ll keep you posted on my efforts to overcome my fears and whip up some Baked Opakapaka or El Gran Frou Frou.

Head Update

And speaking of updates, The Head is coming along nicely! I have three inserts done as you will see in the gallery above. Just one more (The Headache) to go. Perhaps when I finish this project, I’ll finally get around to making those homemade tortillas…

Cured

Making time for date night.

Visiting Cure.

Visiting Cure.

Date Night

It was a fairly quiet weekend in these parts. The Mister and I started out with a Friday date night. So often our going out focuses around a concert, which is always nice, but this evening we centered around plans to check out a new restaurant.

We started out with a stop at Joe Bean Coffee Roasters on University Ave. We had sampled their wares at the Brighton Farmers Market over the summer and were impressed by their simple brewing method and incredibly tasty results. I do have a tendency to pour cream in every cup, while the hubby touts his preference of “coffee-flavored coffee.” During our first stop at their booth, I took his advice and forewent the cream, and I’ve gotta say I didn’t miss it.

Anyway, Joe Bean was celebrating being a finalist in the Good Food awards by offering up samples from a bunch of other contestants and favorite local businesses, so we figured we’d check out their shop. The place was packed, but we did manage to sample some bourbon cask aged chocolate, a roasted cocoa bean still in its husk, and a pork sandwich topped with roasted root vegetables from The Good Food Collective. Plus we got to visit with one of our favorite local wine guys, Jerod fromLeonard Oakes Estate Winery.

We never made it around to see the Hedonist Chocolate folks (thank goodness my good friend had already hooked me up with a birthday gift supply) or the local bakeries who were there, but if attendance is any measure, this evening was a success for Joe Bean.

Next, we headed over to Cure at thePublic Market for dinner. We’re big fans of the market, and happy to see more things going on here. On evenings, during the latter part of the week, Cure takes over the Java’s coffee stand next to Flour City Bread Company to serve upFrench bistro fare and craft cocktails.

There’s a gritty, pop-up feel to the dimly lit place with its industrial lighting and rustic table of linens and supplies. The staff is hip and artfully dressed, but very approachable and attentive.

On the bummer side, the tables are pretty close, and we managed to have coughers on both sides, but that’s to be expected during the Winter months.

The food was served for sharing — tapas-style and tasty, ‘tho pricey. We were wowed by the marinated mussels and the accompanied Asian sesame oil-spiked slaw. The pear tart with salty caramel drew raves. The charcuterie plate was full of tiny delights, but we couldn’t help but think that we could put together a similar array at a fraction of the price with help from VM Giordano Imports European Cheese Shop down the way.

All-in-all Cure was a fun adventure. Here’s hoping they lead the way to more night time establishments popping up at the market!

Later…

Pretty as pie.

Pretty as pie.

The rest of the weekend, we spent around the house for the most part. The hubby worked on perfecting his homemade pizza crust and dished out a traditional pie on Saturday followed by a brilliant Hawaiian on Sunday. We all raised our glasses to the bread man, Chet Fery, in thanks for his help in learning how to make some killer crusts.

Head and shoulders.

Head and shoulders.

Meanwhile, I continued work on my head. I have the basic structure done. Now it’s on to the inserts. First up, the Vacuumist.

Picture credits for the glorious pie belong to the Mister.

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Managing

Learning to let the kid take the lead.

The kiddo playing his first gig.

The kiddo playing his first gig.

This past Saturday was the annual tribute concert in honor of my late first husband, Tony Cavagnaro. Tony was a fixture on the local music scene in Rochester, NY for the 19 year I knew him. He played in all kinds of bands from heavy metal to nerd rock to world beat. He taught dozens of kids how to play guitar and mentored and encouraged all sorts of musicians.

His final band, The Buddhahood, and scores of other friends have been coming together every year since he died to put on an amazing birthday tribute show. Not only is it a great opportunity to see some of the best musicians in town, it’s an opportunity for the musicians to connect and form new projects and alliances.

This year, our son was able to join in on the music making for the first time. He’s been playing clarinet for school, and he decided that he’d like to share a song he wrote called “For da Hood.” His dad’s band mates encouraged him to get his instrument out while we visited backstage and he had a chance to jam with some of the guys with whom his dad used to play.

It was so cool to hear him play for the first time without playing the role of the taskmaster who tallies his practice sessions. In this new environment, I could really appreciate that he gets the rhythm of the stuff he plays. That he enjoys fooling around with the instrument to see what he can make it do. And that he could play a new song in time with someone calling out the notes to him. It was so great to be able to take a moment away from the project management of parenting and just enjoy watching what he can do.

And of course he made everyone misty-eyed when he took the stage to play his piece, even ‘tho he was wearing a lobster costume at the time!

Another Lesson

On Sunday, our church, Brockport Unitarian UniversalistFellowship, had a congregational meeting to come up with some goals and action plans for our group. Figuring it would be a lengthy meeting I asked the kiddo to pack some games and his iPod in order to keep himself and his friends entertained with the grown-ups did the work of figuring out goals for our church.

By the time we got ready to break into brainstorming groups, the other kids had all headed home and the iPod had died. I franticly scanned the bookshelf for a new distraction, only able to secure a children’s book on any fourth-grader’s favorite topic – secular humanism. I started to think we weren’t going to be able to make it through much of the meeting, but I figured I could maybe eke out one more cup of coffee’s worth of planning, so I went to get a refill.

By the time I came back, the kiddo had already lead the membership brainstorming group to establish their first action item, and he went on to come up with several more good ideas. Sure, some of them centered around building a VEX robot that would walk the streets of town with a sign advertising our church, but others were a bit more practical and a lot less expensive. Yet another sign that I don’t always need to be the manager around here.

Thanks to Rocpic.com for the January Thaw picture.

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Sauced

Perfecting our pizza crust and playing with paper.

The Mister's tasty pizza.

The Mister’s tasty pizza.

I met my mother for a lovely lunch at the Highland Diner this past weekend. I used to live right around the corner from this Rochester landmark and spent many an evening there. The menu has changed quite a bit since those days, and I think the breakfast offerings are some of the best in the area. Mom and I both enjoyed the lobster eggs benedict — two poached eggs on English muffin halves with lobster, bacon, and hollandaise sauce with sides of fresh fruit and potatoes. The portions were so big I made two meals out of mine!

After lunch, we took a quick jaunt to Marianne’s Consignments. Marianne is a peach of a lady and her shop is always welcoming. I like meeting the other customers as much as I like the great bargains and cool vintage finds.

I once eavesdropped as Marianne and a spunky senior citizen discussed the virtues of cashmere. “Well, I’m off to Montreal for an anarchist book fair!” my fellow shopper declared as she left the shop.

Father John Misty.

Father John Misty.

Saturday night, the Mister and I headed out to the Club at Water Street to see Father John Misty. I knew we were in for an interesting ride when I saw the band passing around a bottle of Knob Creek as the show began.

Lead singer Josh Tillman was all lanky, swiveling hips and sweet twisted lyrics, leaving many a gal in the audience weak in the knees. The brazen flirting from the crowd was over the top even for a rock and roll front man“You can finger pick me!” one gal called out. But Tillman was quick to notice that his requests for a handkerchief to daub at the stitches on his recently injured nose brought outerwear versus the undergarments thrown at rock gods in days of yore.

I had expected more of a reverent, quiet show based on what little I had heard of the band’s recent album, but these guys really rocked the house. Definitely worth a look if they make their way back through the region.

I rounded out the weekend by spending the day making Sunday Gravy from “The Sopranos Family Cookbook.” It took most of the afternoon, but it was worth the effort! We have enough home made sauce for several meals, along with some delicious stewed meats and I think I have a new go-to meatball recipe, as well. Plus, the Mister used the sauce and his newly-acquired bread maing skills to make the lovely pizza shown above.

The Head.

The Head.

I did fit in a little time to work on my paper head, too. I’ve been doing a little bit just about every day. It’s been fun to see him take shape. Next up I’ll figure out something fun to do with the Gilda Radner paperdolls my mom gave me for my birthday.

Picture credits go to the Mister this post, except for the head shot.

Toronto

Try a different perspective.

Frida and Diego.

Frida and Diego.

For my birthday this year, the Mister treated us to a trip toToronto to see the Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera exhibit at the AGO.

We started out dropping by the Ontario Science Centre. The place is huge! I am sure we barely scratched the surface in the three-plus hours we spent there, but we saw all kinds of neat stuff.

Visiting Rowland Emmett's delightful contraptions.

Visiting Rowland Emmett’s delightful contraptions.

The Mister and I really dug the display of Rowland Emett’s fanciful contraptions. This British artist may be best known around here for making the inventions in the “Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang” movie. Each piece in the scienc center’s collection is full of whimsical detail and animation. I wish I lived closer because I would love to spend more time taking in these crazy contraptions!

The kiddo tore into just about everything we saw. The staff here is so engaging and fun – one fellow took our boy around to each of Emett’s pieces to try to figure out what each one was intended to do. Another gal worked with him to learn how to operate the Diabolo. And we all enjoyed the incredibly explosive science magic show.

Travel tip: The icing in the cake for this stop was that we got in “free” with our Rochester Museum & Science Center membership. That is one membership that has really paid off. We have science museums within an easy drive in Buffalo, Syracuse, and Ithaca that all do the reciprocal thing, so we’ve gotten a lot of use out of our membership. We stayed at the Westin Harbour Castle where the Mister had stayed as a youngster with his parents. They had a deal where you could get two tickets to the Kahlo/Rivera show with your stay, so that worked out nicely. They also had a pool and a sauna where we all relaxed a bit on the off hours. And the especially personable Patrick, a waiter in the bar/restaurant, kept us all supplied with craft brews and those cute little ketchup bottles.

Dining at 360.

Dining at 360.

Good deal: We splurged on lunch at the CN Tower’s 360 restaurant. The kiddo had been itching to experience a revolving reataurant, so this seemed like a good oportunity. The Prix Fixe menu was $55 per person at lunch, but you also get access to a couple of tower attractions, and the food alone is worth the price. The menu includes plenty of interesting choices prepared with local ingredients and vegetarian options, too. There is a kid’s menu, which doesn’t include the three courses of the Prix Fixe, but did give our boy a hearty entrée.

The AGO was amazing, of course, and we definitely only scratched the surface here. The Kahlo/Diego show was far larger than I expected. It was almost hard to really take in everything. I was most surprised by a portrait of her friend Alicia Galant that Kahlo did in a Botticelli style – so different from the work I had seen previously and alive with a tangible mood.

The kiddo, being a bit shorter in stature, had a great vantage point for really checking out brush strokes so I kneeled down and observed a few paintings with him – nice to get another view ofthings. It’s always fascinating to see pieces in person after looking at them in art books for years. So many details are lost in translation.

This is not a portrait of the artist.

This is not a portrait of the artist.

We checked out some other exhibits at the AGO, but I think the most surprising focused on Canadian sculptor Evan Penny’s work. He makes incredibly life-like sculptures as well photographs of the portraits. Some of the sculptures he stretches one way or another, while others he manipulates to mimic color printing processes gone awry. It’s pretty much impossible to get the impact of his stuff from photos alone – looking at some of the pieces, I felt like I was hallucinating. Crazy stuff!

Special thanks to the Mister for taking most of the pictures in this post. And extra special thanks for the awesome birthday present!

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Visions

Wind me up!

Get on the bus!

Get on the bus!

The American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore could be just about the coolest museum I’ve ever visited. They have so many unusual pieces — there’s a surprise around every corner. The art shown here is all “produced by self-taught individuals, usually without formal training, whose works arise from an innate personal vision that revels foremost in the creative act itself,” according to their website. If you’re looking for a little creative inspiration, this place is a must-see.

Here are some of the items that were on display during my visit:

A 10-foot-tall sculpture of Divine.

  • A school bus covered in mirror mosaic.
  • A room full of delightful automata (warning: sound at the link).
  • A hand-worked crochet horse dress.
  • A huge mandala made of colorful paper plates.

The whole museum is full of wonders, plus there is an awesome gift shop. I only wish I lived nearer so I could visit more often.

I got to thinking about the museum again because I have been working on a paper automata sculpture that turns out to have been created by one of the artists featured in the automata exhibit. I had given Paul Spooner’s “Museum of the Mind: Build Your Own Thinking Machine from 192 Pieces of Paper” a go some years back, but didn’t quite finish it up. I’ll keep you posted on my progress this time around.

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Holiday Wrap-Up

No new books this year!

Time to catch up on my reading.

Time to catch up on my reading.

The festive flurry of activity is over and it’s back to work around here. We had a nice break with time for both relaxing at home and getting out and about.

This year, the kiddo had lots of Legos on his wish list and we all had fun helping to put them together. We all really dig the Monster Fighters line. The ghost train was especially fun to build. Would love to score the haunted house!

We talked a bit about the parts of the holiday that we all like the best. Aside from the chance to find that just-right gift for one another, the preparations (like making this figgy pudding) and the traditions (like getting the tree) were the big winners, along with time for relaxing visits.

One afternoon while the kiddo was at a hot cocoa party, I met the Mister and a friend at Barber’s Grill for a visit. This place is a local gem for sure. Their Balboa sandwiches are a delight and you can get them with a side of tater tots — yum!

While the kiddo went off to a summer camp New Year’s reunion, the Mister and I hit a couple of our favorite restaurants for Prix Fixe dinners. Rocco’s was wonderful from start to finish. And the Owl House had some stand-up main course choices along with delicious deserts.

My resolution this year is to read the books I already own before I buy any new ones. And I am counting cookbooks here — a major weakness of mine. I imagine that means I’ll be visiting the Hamlin library more often, but it also means 2013 could be the year I finally finish “Lipstick Traces!”

Wishing you all a happy 2013.

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