I'm cautious about the techniques presented in the book. I'm sometimes confused by the recipes. So why do I love this book? First it simplifies the prI'm cautious about the techniques presented in the book. I'm sometimes confused by the recipes. So why do I love this book? First it simplifies the preserving process. It recommends a variety of fruit to try in recipes such as Bachelor's Jam. I was surprised by the minimual amount of added sweetness in the brandied plums.
I really wanted to learn how to preserve fruit in booze. This book provided me with lots of options. Next time, I'm likely to plan on hot-water sealing for anything that I want to last for more than 2 months.
The more I preserve fruit, talk to other canners and use the book, the more the process makes sense.
I made the Honey-Plums and gave them away. I've heard nothing but good things about them. ...more
This seems to be my summer of food. I'm in a CSA. I ordered the large family size to push myself into preserv‘Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.’
This seems to be my summer of food. I'm in a CSA. I ordered the large family size to push myself into preserving the food. It's more food than I can eat. I give it away to almost everyone who visits. And I love it. It's the best deal I've ever gotten with food. I only hope that I can continue to give it away before it spoils.
Also the last three books I've read have all been about food. And in someways -- they've merged together. Between reading these books, I search for good freezing tips and canning recipes.
Basically this book allows me to believe that my insane idea to commit to a summer of locally grown sustainable food was a really good decision. When I was in Grad school, I worked full time. My schedule was brutal. When I finished, I had a sense that I'd forgotten how to read for pleasure and all my cooking skills went out the window. I slowly picked up reading for pleasure. And now, I'm taking on food.
Okay - to the book. Eat food. Avoid fast food. Eat food as it's traditionally been prepared. Work on being in touch with your senses particularly in relation to food.
Honestly, I thought that I was going to hate this book. (I don't know why I picked it up.) But I've enjoyed it.
I'd say it sounds like I drank the Kool-Aid, but foodies like me don't drink Kool-Aid. ...more
I received this book at a conference in which Carlina Rinaldi spoke. When she told the story of Laura and the watch, I could see her passion for childI received this book at a conference in which Carlina Rinaldi spoke. When she told the story of Laura and the watch, I could see her passion for children and learning. I love the concept, not crazy about the execution. ...more
Memoirs are a funny thing. As self-recollections, they are prone to misrepresent – either intentionally or by accident. The very nature of what is incMemoirs are a funny thing. As self-recollections, they are prone to misrepresent – either intentionally or by accident. The very nature of what is included and what is left out leads me to wonder how much of the story is tidied up to make the person look better or to avoid hurting those close to the person. Even when they are revealing, they can feel less than honest.
In reading, Blood Bones & Butter, it is easy to judge Gabrielle Hamilton. She has lost something early and is chasing it. With this sense of loss, she is unhappy and admits to it. Catch her on a day in which she has let her blood sugar drop – and it is easy to call her a witch. (You know the word we actually use.)
In talking about her affair to the man she eventually marries, she never shares the slightest remorse. However if she did acknowledge guilt over the affair, who would that be for – her ex-girlfriend? The reader? Or just a carefully crafted public image of herself?
As Gabrielle shares details about her life without apology, I became uncomfortable. The closest word I can think to describe what I felt is – pena ajena – the embarrassment of watching someone else’s humiliation. But it’s not embarrassment that I feel and it’s not humiliation that I’m watching.
She does not give us too many details about other people in her life. I read this as Gabrielle’s desire to tell her story without intruding on the privacy of others. While the details may not be precise, I believe that Hamilton strove for an honest portrayal of herself. Just as she prefers the New Yorker who jumps on her car and yells obscenities at her than a polite mild mannered person, Hamilton is not trying to be liked, she is striving to be understood.