MY BOOK CLUB READING FOR 2009

Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson

Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier

Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns

The Other Queen by Philippa Gregory

Left to Tell by Steve Irwin and

Immacule'e Ilibagiza

Street Gang by Michael Davis

The Guernsey Literary and Potatoe Peel Society by Annie Burns

Zookeeper's Wife by Matt Bondurant

GNOCCHI - ITALIAN POTATO DUMPLINGS

A few years ago, when we traveled in Italy, my favorite thing to eat on the street was gnocchi. They are little potato dumplings often served with pasta sauces or pesto. When I came home I tried to make them with no success. My effort produced doughy tough little balls worthy of the garbage disposal. I never tried again. This fall someone brought a gnocchi dish to a party we went to. It was made with commercial gnocchi and frankly they tasted very good. So, I went to purchase some gnocchi, which you can buy in the pasta asile of some grocery stores. They are expensive--about $4.00 for a 12 oz. pkg. The price renewed my interest in trying to make them myself. The internet is awesome for researching cooking problems and after an hour of looking at different recipes I came up with one that has turned out to satisify my gnocchi craving. I used a scale to weigh the potatoes and should have measured the grated potatoes but hopefully you can make them with the following information.

GNOCCHI
The secret of good gnocchi is not boiling the potatoes but baking them. The potatoes should be as dry as possible after cooked. Bake 2 lbs. of potatoes. I used 7 smallish potatoes and baked them 2 or 3 at a time in the microwave (when done they should be soft ready to eat). Let them sit for at least 5 minutes and then pull off the skins and grate with a large grater or put through a ricer. (I actually tried this twice baking them in the oven and I like the microwave better because the skins get heavy and stuck to the potato more when oven baked plus they start to brown a bit inside the skin. Maybe wrapping them in foil would help or just do the microwave thing.) Beat one large or extra large egg and add it to the potatoes with ¼ C. Parmesan cheese and 3/4 cup flour and ½ tsp. salt. Knead the mass together until it starts to cling –1-2 minutes. Cut tennis ball size pieces off the mass to use to make into ¾ inch ropes rolling like play dough snakes with a little more flour as needed. Cut the rope into ¾ inch pieces. Round the ends, a little, quickly with your fingers. Have a duch oven sized pot of salted boiling water ready. When you have a pile from a couple of ropes boil for exactly 2 minutes. The Gnocchi will rise to the top of the boiling water. Remove with a slotted spoon and put into a 2-quart casserole dish. Cook batches until all are done. Toss with the butter sage sauce and ½ C. parmesan cheese or toss with 2 cups marinara sauce mixed with ½ cup whipping cream and sprinkle with parmesan cheese. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes at 350—just until heated through. This serves 4-6 people but the recipe is easily doubled. Hey, while your at it make a lot.

Butter Sage SaucePut ¼ C. butter in small sauce pan with 1 grated garlic clove. Cook until the garlic starts to brown. Add 1 tsp. rubbed sage ¼ tsp. pepper ¼ tsp. salt.

THE RED TULIP PAINTING

THE RED TULIP PAINTING
FINDS AN UNEXPECTED HOME
By Charmaine Anderson, December 2008

Red tulips in winter are heavenly. On a dreary winter day my grandson Michael and his mother Colette came bearing a little bouquet to gladden my weary soul. I put them in a small teal colored vase and enjoyed every glance their way. They were so inviting I couldn’t resist painting them. It wasn’t a great painting but it’s hard to ruin red tulips too much. The small painting sat around my studio for a few months still cheering me. I finally put it into a frame and hung it in my main floor powder room. It looked nice there.

In October my daughter Maren went to Buffalo, New York with her boyfriend to visit his family. When she returned she wanted to send something to his mother and asked me if I had a painting in red she could have to send to her. I gave Maren the painting of the red tulips and she left knowing it would be just the right thank you gift.

The painting then got wrapped in bubble wrap and cardboard, taped up ready to mail, but in Maren’s busy schedule the mailing part never happened. It was fine, she decided, because they were going to Buffalo again for Christmas and she could take the painting with her.

Two weeks before Christmas Maren and the boyfriend parted and the red tulip painting sat in her living room still wrapped for mailing. Shortly after that my husband Mike and I were at her house doing some work in her attic. Maren had sorted through some of her stuff and she had several bags of things for Deseret Industries. When we left I loaded the bags in my car to drop knowing that Maren was so busy that they might not get disposed of very soon. She pointed to the taped box as I was toting the bags to my car and said, “Please take the tulip painting as I will not be needing it now.” I picked it up and tossed it in the back of the car with the DI bags.

We discussed stopping at DI on the way home but were tired and decided that we would leave them in Mike’s car and he could dispose of them after work some evening. The first part of the next week Mike called me on the way to DI wanting to know which of the bags I was saving for Colette to go through. It was a short conversation. On Saturday afternoon I went looking for the tulip painting thinking it would be a good gift to take to my brother’s gift exchange party on Sunday. It was not in the car and then in horror I feared that it had been taken to DI with the bags. My fears were confirmed.

I was not nice. “How could you be so stupid as to drop a taped up box not knowing what was in it? You called about the bags—why didn’t you call about the box ready for mailing?” I stomped and yelled, “I am so mad! How could you have done this?” My youngest was here witnessing it all. He said he had never seen me yell at his dad like that.

Mike got in the car and drove to DI to see if there was anyway that it might possibly still be there. I tried to talk him out of going knowing that it would be useless. While he was gone Maren called and I told her what had happened—still steaming. She chastised me telling me that I needed to apologize, that Dad didn’t mean to do it and if things had been different the painting would already be gone. She was right, of course, and before he returned I was feeling very repentant and sorry for my ugly tantrum. My commitment to be a healer was lost in a minute of bad behavior. When Mike came in the door I tried to apologize but he was still feeling stung and a chilly silence prevailed.

A few days later I backed out of the garage and broke the mirror on his car. After getting a bid to get it fixed he said, “Well, your little accident is going to cost a lot more than that little painting was worth.” But, it wasn’t about the money. Actually, I don’t really know what it was about. It just seemed important to know who had my red tulip painting. A phone call Christmas night would get me my answer.

‘Hi Charmaine, this is Jolene. I want to thank you for a Christmas present you gave me. You don’t know that you gave it to me but you did.”

What a happy surprise to know that my dear friend and neighbor Jolene Allphin had the red tulip painting. I am thrilled that it will hang in her home. Here is Jolene’s part of the story in her own words:
The Christmas TulipsBy Jolene Allphin

I’d heard the ad on the car radio over and over that week before Christmas:

“. . . only 1 hour left to get this beautiful Christmas tulip bouquet from proflowers.com at this price”

“. . . extended only 1 more day - order your Christmas tulip bouquet now to get this special price”

“. . . your last chance to order this beautiful Christmas tulip bouquet from proflowers.com.”

Exactly one week before Christmas, I was on my own crazy deadlines. As I struggled to drive through the heavy traffic to my next shopping destination, images of the beautiful tulips danced in my head. How wonderful it would be to order the bouquet! “Perhaps another year when the Christmas spending money wasn’t quite so tight,” I thought.

I turned the car into the new Deseret Industries parking lot in Layton. I had a few things left to purchase for a Sub-for-Santa I was doing with a couple of my daughters. I had searched in vain for a carpet remnant I could afford for the trailer house my friend lived in. I knew it was a long shot, but was hopeful that the DI might have something.

Upon entering the store, I was directed to the back of the store and then to the outside sales room where bicycles, exercise equipment, strollers, lawnmowers, bed mattresses, and other odds and ends were displayed. I was disappointed that there was no carpet, but the new stuffed animals on a rack in the corner caught my eye. I went to look as one of my friend’s granddaughters had said she would like a toy dog.

I was gratified to find a very cute stuffed dog for the sub-for-Santa girl, and a teddy bear for her sister, but imagine my surprise when I also noticed two brand new pairs of girls’ snow boots in that same corner. Snow boots were the only thing the 8-year-old girl had asked for, and I had planned on getting boots for both girls, but hadn’t made that shopping trip yet. It seemed truly impossible that these boots would be here in the back of the outdoor section of the store, marked for sale at a great price, and the exact sizes that the two little girls needed. I know that angels and miracles are still hard at work in 2008, especially for two little girls whose parents needed a little help with Christmas presents that year.

I offered a silent prayer of gratitude as I stood there with my arms full for a few moments. I was amazed and wondered why the boots and stuffed animals were not inside the main part of the store where those items were supposed to be. Then as I started to walk away with my arms full of these affordable gifts, a precious painting caught my eye. It was a beautifully framed original painting of red tulips in a vase. I marveled again, “What is that doing back here in this corner?” A closer look revealed the name of the artist as Charmaine. My heart skipped a beat as I excitedly thought “Could this be MY Charmaine, my very talented friend and neighbor in Fruit Heights?” I loved her paintings and intended to buy one some day. I turned the painting over and was delighted to see her full name on the back. “Yes, this was her - Charmaine Anderson!”

The picture was marked at only $5.00. I quickly stuffed it in my already full arms and headed for the checkout stand, fearful that someone would come take it from me and say there was some mistake.

I had only gone to do a good deed for someone else, but had been blessed instead as the recipient of my coveted Christmas tulips. And these were tulips that would last a lifetime; the best kind of Christmas present.

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The rest of the story . . .

I hesitated to tell Charmaine about my purchase of her painting. I was afraid that she had given it as a gift to someone who didn’t appreciate it and had subsequently given it to the DI. On Christmas day, I needed an ingredient for dinner that I had forgotten to purchase. After checking several stores and finding them all closed, I called Charmaine to see if I could borrow from her. I decided to thank her for the Christmas present she didn’t know she had given me. I was very glad I decided to tell her, as I soon learned that the revelation of my purchase was about to give her family an unexpected Christmas present also. Truly, God loves us. He sent us His Son, and all good gifts come from Him.

MONTEREY CALIFORNIA - A WEEK IN JANUARY

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We are lucky to have good friends who live in a beautiful place like Monterey California. We have had the opportunity to travel and stay here on numerous occasions. This year the weather was spectacular in the low 70's. It was nice to get out of the snow. Steve Whitmer is a golf marshal at Spanish Bay and was able to get Mike on several exotic golf courses for free, which is always nice. Even I golfed for the first time in my life and I had a couple of lucky shots...not enough to encourage me to take up the sport, however. There are some wonderful restaurants in the Monterey vicinity and we are 10 lbs heavier I am sure. We played lots of cards, layed on the beach, walked in Toro Park, went to the movies, perused the galleries in Carmel and spent time at the Monterey Sculpture Center owned by Larry Fischer. It is always interesting to see what they are creating there. Life is good when you have great friends.

GOD'S ARMS

Winter prevails, including the cold winter of disappointment for Maren. Her marriage hopes were dashed two weeks before Christmas. I have never had my heart ache quite like this but, I know it has been worse for her. My prayers for her have been pleading, soul wrenching, physically and mentally exhausting. What do you pray for when your daughters heart is broken? Scriptures came to my mind: “Surely he hath borne our grief and carried our sorrow.” (Isaiah 53:4) “...my peace I leave with you, not as the world giveth give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled neither let it be afraid.” (John 14:27) Are these things that I could pray for? Are these prayers God would answer? I pleaded, hoping.

One day I thought, she needs to be “encircled about...in the arms of His love.” (2 Ne. 1:15) “Please God,” I cried, “let her feel your arms of love.” The next morning she called me. Her precious friends rallied and came to her aid. They cooked dinner and brought gifts. They rubbed her back and held her as she cried. They encircled her in the arms of their love. Oh, this is how it works. This is how prayers are answered.

I told her I was coming to see her. I told her I would clean and organize her house. She said, “No, that’s not what I need. Come and hold me and rub my back.” I did pray for this didn’t I? And then it was clear to me. I am not good at giving physical comfort. I am so task oriented and practical all I could think of was cleaning. Then I prayed a different prayer, “Please God, help me be better at being your arms.”

I have a young adult friend who writes poetry, Lindsay Hunt. After reading this blog she sent me her poem. I think it is wonderful and fits beautifully with my thoughts. Thanks Lindsay

Loving Arms

There is no greater feeling, than that of loving arms.
They can make you believe, you'll overcome anything that harms
The comfort and love that they possess,
Help so much to take away the stress.
With loving arms; they are always there,
No matter what, they'll be there to care!
The stress of life, they don't have to solve,
Just being there; they may help things evolve.
So turn to the arms, that you feel the most love,
They will try to help you start to rise above.
To feel of their comfort; everyone needs,
Before the loneliness of your heart bleeds.
Keep an eye out and an open heart to see;
You never know whose "loving arms" you may be!
~*Lindsay-Lou*~

CHRISTMAS 2008

GOD'S CAKE

Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve
this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here
is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is
going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend
broke up with her and her best friend is moving
away. Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks
her daughter if she would like a snack, and the
daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."
Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother
offers. "Yuck" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?"
"Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking
soda?" "Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those
things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are
put together in the right way, they make a
wonderfully delicious cake!
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why
He would let us go through such bad and difficult
times. But God knows that when He puts these things
all in His order, they always work for good! We just
have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all
make something wonderful!
I hope your day is a "piece of cake!"
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but
while we are here we might as well dance.

CASHEW BRITTLE

If your guests think this is peanut brittle they won't touch it but if they once get started on the Cashew Brittle they won't stop.

Get two large cookie sheets and turn them upsidedown and spray the bottom generously with pam. Cook in a large heavy saucepan. Raw cashews are a must. I like the broken ones but whole ones can be used.

2 C. Sugar

1 C. Lt. corn syrup
½ C. Water

Bring to boil and add 1 C. butter and cook to
Soft crack. I water test this candy. When you put a drop in cold water at this stage it should be hard but not crackle.

Add 3 C. raw cashews and cook stirring constantly with a wooden spoon to a hard crack. The nuts should be light brown and the syrup should

sizzle and crack when you put a drop in the cold water. Remove from the stove and stir in 1 tsp. baking soda then pour onto the bottom of 2 well greased cookie sheets.

With two forks, working quickly, stretch the candy off the sheet while hot to as thin as possible--It helps to have a butcher knife tocut pieces on the edge as you pull them off. Break into pieces when cool.

WHAT GIFT SHALL I LEAVE BEFORE HIM?

Dennis Rasmussen (The Lord’s Question, pp. 60-4, from the chapter "Knowest Thou the Condescension of God?")

A thousand years before a thousand years ago a holy night descended on the world.

In the darkness of Bethlehem the omnipotent God became an impotent Baby.

The hands that made the world and hung the stars in the sky were now just large enough to grasp a mother’s finger ...

What would be said of a God who came not in glory but in secret, a King who came not to command but to obey ...

He revealed that man’s greatness is not to be found in dominion over the will of another but in submission to the will of God ...

He began his life in a stable, that no one should ever feel too lowly to approach him ...

And now that I have come, what gift shall I leave before him?

I know, because he has told me, what will gladden his heart

"Love one another; as I have loved you … By this shall men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another."

As I bring the gift of love, I shall see the smile of my Lord Jesus Christ.

CHRISTMAS LETTER

Merry Christmas Family and Friends,

We are enjoying our new home and all of our new feathered friends in the trees in the wooded back yard. Mike came home one day with a big bag of birdseed and several bird feeders. We have our binoculars, bird books, and birdbath. This summer we had breakfast on the deck with the birds most days. Is this what old people do?

Mike is still working half time and since our 401K has turned into a 201K we may have to stretch it out as long as possible. We thought we might be planning a mission by now but Mike began having problems with his hips after the move last fall and the Dr. has confirmed that he needs hip replacements. He is trying to see another Dr. for a second opinion on when the best time to do it will be. I told him I am not sure I can go on a mission with him groaning so he needs to get an answer before we go.

Other than a couple of trips to St. George and a small jaunt to LA we have been pretty close to home all year. Mike has played golf regularly. He is keeping busy making frames for my paintings in his new workshop. He has a nice set up for working now and has recently started making two large stained glass panels for our master bath.

Mike is still our fearless Spanish discussion leader. In about 10 years I may know something but Mike knows Spanish. He even read the Book of Mormon in Spanish this year. He just needs an opportunity to immerse so he can actually learn to speak. I am sure we will get that opportunity in time.

I taught my 5th Family Writing class in February. I had a great group of writers and we have organized a monthly writing get-together to keep ourselves motivated. I started a blog last November and enjoy the opportunity to write and connect with other bloggers. It is another world and I think I am addicted.

Stop by and leave a comment now and then. The Mormon Times section of the Desseret News published 3 of my essays this fall. They are all on my blog.

I try to paint most days and love it. I have photos of my recent paintings on my blog. I may pursue getting into a gallery this year or at least have a home show. The paintings are piling up.

Mike and I put in a flagstone patio in the woods behind our house, which was more work than we wanted to do but it is nice. We have a fire pit for roasting marshmallows and are working on a Tarzan swing off the hill. I planted and maintained a little flower patch in the front. That was the extent of our gardening and we are not missing it at all.

We are enjoying our new neighbors here. We have a group of about 10 empty nesters that meet once a month for Family Home Evening. It has been a nice bonding event especially since our Ward is full of young people.

Beau is still in LA working for Electronic Arts making video games. He has a new little boy Luke, who is 6 months old living in LA.

Maren has been putting together a new Tai Pan store in Rancho Cucamonga, California off and on all summer and fall. We went to see the store. She did an awesome job. She went to the temple this year, which was a joyful experience.

Ian is still in Portland working as a bellhop. He had several showings of his artwork this year. He did a series of crashing horse pictures in a watercolor like medium called gouache. I need to get one posted on my blog.

Leif was accepted into the University of Washington’s photography program in Seattle. He is leaning toward teaching on a high school or jr. college level.
My grandson Michael started first grade this year. He suddenly started reading everything in sight. It has been quite amazing to watch. I have never seen anything like it.

Life is good. We are content and we keep busy. What more could we want?
We wish you all a Wonderful Christmas and the happiest New Year.

Love, Charmaine and Mike too