Hmm... I'm not really sure if "rereadables" is a word, but I'm going to use it today. Here is my list of rereadable books in no certain order. These are books that I have loved; books that hold so much more in them than what you can absorb the first time you read them. All of these novels, for some reason or the other, resonate inside of me.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Narziss and Goldmund by Hermann Hesse
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck
Memoirs of a Geisha barely made the list, but when I read it I was enraptured with the culture and I remember being in awe of the book. It was unlike anything I had read before. The two most recent additions are Wuthering Heights and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. The first is mostly full of terrible people while the latter is full of great people; both are fascinating. Jane Eyre is a beautiful love story and Great Expectations is a masterpiece. Narziss and Goldmund describes the balance that needs to be achieved between humanity and the spirit. If you go too far in one direction or the other, you end up being unable to understand that you need a little of both to live in peace. The Good Earth is beautiful because it shows man's relationship with nature. Finally, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is hilariously funny, and there is just way too much craziness inside that book to only read it once. My descriptions don't explain these books the way I want, but hey, it is a start.
Please leave feedback today! What are the books that you think are worth rereading?
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Friday, January 22, 2010
When my husband took me to Brasil for the first time (in case you are wondering, I spell Brasil the way Brasilians spell it, since I am married to one) he introduced me to plantains. I knew about them and had probably even eaten them here in the states, but in Brasil I learned how to cook them. And I love them! Thus the title of the post: plantains two ways-for breakfast and desert.
Unlike bananas, plantains are ripe when they begin to begin to blacken and are soft when you give them a gentle squeeze.
To cook your plantains for breakfast, cut them into 3 pieces. Place them in a pot of water and bring to a boil.
Your plantains will be ready when the flesh of the banana extends beyond the skin. Remove from the water and simply peel and eat!

To fry plantains, cut your plantain in half and then peel and slice likewise.

Fry in canola oil in a regular frying pan. You want a good coating of oil in the pan, but you don't want the oil to go any higher than halfway up the side of the banana.

When the bananas are browned on both sides, remove them from the pan and place on paper towels to drain the excess grease. Transfer them to a plate and sprinkle liberally with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar.

Eat the plantains while hot! This is one of our favorite snacks.
Unlike bananas, plantains are ripe when they begin to begin to blacken and are soft when you give them a gentle squeeze.
To cook your plantains for breakfast, cut them into 3 pieces. Place them in a pot of water and bring to a boil.
To fry plantains, cut your plantain in half and then peel and slice likewise.
Fry in canola oil in a regular frying pan. You want a good coating of oil in the pan, but you don't want the oil to go any higher than halfway up the side of the banana.
When the bananas are browned on both sides, remove them from the pan and place on paper towels to drain the excess grease. Transfer them to a plate and sprinkle liberally with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar.
Eat the plantains while hot! This is one of our favorite snacks.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
A Bibliophile
Do I have a problem with bibliophilism? Do I have bibliophilistic tendencies? You bet. I share with you the mess in my den. They are all.my.books.
I weeded.



I arranged my books by height so I can stack smaller ones on top. I made a lot of progress. Here is my semi-organized bookshelf. I'm so proud. :-)

And then there's the box of books I forgot I owned.

FAIL.
I weeded.
I arranged my books by height so I can stack smaller ones on top. I made a lot of progress. Here is my semi-organized bookshelf. I'm so proud. :-)
And then there's the box of books I forgot I owned.
FAIL.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Eletelephony
I got to spend some quality time with my friend Julie this week. We were staying in a nice hotel laying in our own personal queen beds and talking about childhood memories. Julie tells me one about watching an elephant on television. The elephant's name was Beachball... long story short, Julie's mom is yelling at the t.v., "Run, Beachball, run!" All that is to tell you why elephants are on my mind.
When you combine elephants and poety, you get one of my favorite poems. I don't even know who introduced me to this poem, but I know I was young and even then my sense of whimsy won out. Here goes...
Eletelephony
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
-Laura Elizabeth Richards
Still on the subject of elephants, this is where I would go if I had a bucket list. Maybe I should start one and make this first on the list-an elephant sanctuary where you can volunteer to work with elephants. It sounds like a little bit of heaven.
When you combine elephants and poety, you get one of my favorite poems. I don't even know who introduced me to this poem, but I know I was young and even then my sense of whimsy won out. Here goes...
Eletelephony
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
-Laura Elizabeth Richards
Still on the subject of elephants, this is where I would go if I had a bucket list. Maybe I should start one and make this first on the list-an elephant sanctuary where you can volunteer to work with elephants. It sounds like a little bit of heaven.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Expiration FAIL
I decided to make supper tonight... The way I said that made it sound like it was a big decision, but it wasn't really. I've been wanting to have gluten-free gnocchi with homemade pasta sauce for some time now. And I finally had the time. I cooked some bacon (slightly expired but unopened-it smelled fine, so I used it.) I sauteed the onion that looked like it might only make it a couple of more days. I diced the garlic (the first two cloves were yellow and wilty-I threw them away). It was time for the tomato sauce! I casually checked the date and it said 2007. EXPIRATION FAIL.
I will used expired foodstuffs provided they smell and look okay, but I drew the line at 3 years. So I looked in my fridge for a substitute and found slightly expired Prego spaghetti sauce. I did the smell test and into the pan it went. Why was I making homemade pasta sauce to begin with? Because I didn't want Prego. Oh well. I added some tomato juice and some sugar to spice things up, tossed in the gnocchi and voila-supper was served... with peas that I put up myself last spring. I think they were the only non-expired ingredient I used. Just a note though... if you are a scientist and think I will die from everything I just ate, don't leave a comment. I don't want to know!
I will used expired foodstuffs provided they smell and look okay, but I drew the line at 3 years. So I looked in my fridge for a substitute and found slightly expired Prego spaghetti sauce. I did the smell test and into the pan it went. Why was I making homemade pasta sauce to begin with? Because I didn't want Prego. Oh well. I added some tomato juice and some sugar to spice things up, tossed in the gnocchi and voila-supper was served... with peas that I put up myself last spring. I think they were the only non-expired ingredient I used. Just a note though... if you are a scientist and think I will die from everything I just ate, don't leave a comment. I don't want to know!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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