February 17th, 2013

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Kitsnaps: Annie Moore

Annie Moore
Annie Moore
This statue of Annie Moore and her brothers Phillip and Anthony look west at Cobh Harbour, from whence so many Irish left for America. Annie was the first immigrant processed at the newly opened Ellis Island on January 1, 1892, the same facility my own grandfather passed through almost thirty-five years later.

There’s a statue of Annie Moore at Ellis Island, too, looking eastward toward Ireland. I’d love to get a picture of that statue, too, but it wouldn’t be as spectacular as this one, by simple dint of being indoors and therefore impossible to silhouette like this.

This is one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken. A complete success, as far as I’m concerned. :)

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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Recent Reads: MAGICIAN’S GAMBIT

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I had forgotten there were scenes and sections in MAGICIAN’S GAMBIT that were entirely from Ce’Nedra’s point of view. I knew there were in CASTLE OF WIZARDRY, but I had no recollection of it in MG.

This endears the book(s) to me as an adult even more than as a teen. I was not one of those female readers who as a child felt left out because all the stories were about boys and I wasn’t a boy so therefore couldn’t relate. Yes, well, there wasn’t a magical passageway in my closet that led to Narnia, either, but somehow I soldiered on and managed to love and accept it anyway, you know? So I didn’t notice a lack of female protagonists in books I read, because none of these people were like me anyway.

As an adult, however, I’m more aware of the imbalance, so I was completely delighted to (re)discover that Ce’Nedra’s status as a POV character–one of only two in the Belgariad, if I’m not mistaken–begins in book 3. That’s wonderful.

One of the things I’m really enjoying in these re-reads is being reintroduced to a character and suddenly remembering their whole story. It’s a completely different kind of joy than discovering those stories for the first time: that’s pure adreneline-based adventure. This is the resurrection of old friendships, the reawakening of memories based not on scent or touch, but the shape of words on a page. I laughed out loud at poor Garion’s experiments with the Word and the Will in the Vale, having completely forgotten what he’d done to himself in that scene, and Relg’s appearance came as a splendid shock of oh!, because so much of his story came back to me in the moment I saw his name. It was wonderful.

Also, this book has one of my favorite lines in the history of ever: “Does bouncing count?”

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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lemon curd!

lemon_curd I was thwarted yesterday. First the buses were badly timed/already buggified, so we ended up not going out to the farmer’s market, where I’d intended to get lemon curd from the award-winning lady who makes it. But we went downtown instead. Rats.

But then! I got to go out to the market later! Hoorah!

Except the lemon curd lady wasn’t there. *despair*

But! I had lemons. So today I made lemon curd.

It’s only the second time I’ve made lemon curd. I’m not at all confident it’ll set up (because last time it didn’t), but it sure is a beautiful color and full of flavoids. OMG. My tongue waters at the very thought of it. I did forget the vanilla that this recipe called for, so it may be a bit sharper than ideal, even, but to make up for it, I made twice as much as the recipe called for. :) And very sensibly, I canned (well, jarred) it so I don’t have to eat three cups of lemon curd in a week. :)

(Actually, I oughta ask Chaz if he’s got a lemon curd recipe, since it seems like something that would be right up his alley, and my Meta Given’s cookbook (strangely) hasn’t got a recipe for it. I used one from The Joy of Cooking, which is not a cookbook I’m all that overwhelmed with.)

Ooh! Hey! It set up! Look! Lemon curd!

Super, super zingy lemon curd. Which is not quite as smooth as it ought to be. But still, it’ll be good in oatmeal. :)

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)