Apple Cheese Soup
- 1 cup grated apple
- ¼ cup chopped onion
- 4 tbsp. butter
- ¼ cup flour
- 2 ½ cups milk
- 2 cups shredded sharp cheddar cheese
- ¼ tsp. salt
- ½ tsp. nutmeg
- ½ bottle Woodchuck Hard Cider
In saucepan, cook apples and onions in butter until tender. Add flour and blend until smooth. Stir in milk and Woodchuck Hard Cider. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally until mixture thickens. Add cheese and seasonings. Stir as they melt. Garnish with a dash of nutmeg.
Watching the royal wedding at work, because, honestly, what is there better to do at 7 am on a Friday morning, and let me just say: THE HATS.
Moving in just over two weeks. Blerg.
Peter Hessler, “What Mortenson Got Wrong” [The New Yorker]
Hessler’s story of his Peace Corps experience, River Town: Two Years on the Yangtze, was one of my first and favorite travel narratives. He brings a similar thoughtfulness to his essay on Mortenson’s alleged misdoings.
Note: This is J’s favorite. I make it with a stick (eep!) of salted butter, and, lately, tragically flat homebrew cider substituted for the beer. Once I added nuts, too — when I asked Daddy whether I should go with walnuts or pecans, he answered, “Pecans. You’re a Southerner.”
My dad is — to put it lightly — an absolutely bad-ass baker. His specialty? Bread. For as long as I can remember, every Sunday he would spend hours crafting the dinner we’d share that night. Often he’d lay coal bricks in the grill or stuff potatoes with three types of dairy and bacon. But without fail, he would always make bread. Two loaves, and a different variety each week. One loaf would belong to us, the family, and the other was up for grabs. It could go to a neighbor or a friend who was over or as my sister Katt and I got older, boyfriends’ families.
Even though Poppy’s expert culinary instincts haven’t exactly been passed along to either of his spawn, he is always willing to help us out. In an effort to assist us in impressing our friends with a secretly fool-proof, few-ingredient recipe, he shared with us one formula I continue to manipulate most times I try it. One of the best parts is you are likely to already have all of these ingredients ready to become edible in your kitchen right now.
— “Why Are Christian Movies So Awful?” [via Salon]
Something J and I asked ourselves after the latest, awful-est Chronicles of Narnia film. I haven’t seen most of the stuff O’Hehir mentions, but then, I also wouldn’t classify myself as an Evangelical Christian, the subject of his column.
from my current 2011 forerunner in the competition for most embarrassing book to read at the reception desk, The Life You’ve Always Wanted by John Ortenberg
[Still, it’s really very good, and I’m grateful to the Baptists for making our growth group read it this Lent.]
“For New Mass, Closer to Latin, Critics Voice a Plain Objection” [NYTimes, via my awesome dad]
This is absolutely my issue with the liturgy we use at our Anglican church, too. Blerg.
Nailer is a teen living on the post-apocalyptic Gulf Coast, stripping oil ships in a bleak imagined future ravaged by climate change. Or that’s his life until a hurricane washes up the rich girl who could change everything.
Ship Breaker was a tough read, emotionally. I struggled to really figure out who the intended readership was. I’m a fan of darkly envisioned futures, but this one was too dark even for me. I guess what I like best about post-apocalyptic scenarios is not the despair but the hope. I’m Alas, Babylon, not On the Beach. I like the idea of the world starting over, people maybe doing things a little better this time. And Bacigalupi doesn’t show much mercy: for his characters, there doesn’t seem to be a way out.
But that was good, too, if difficult. Nailer and his friends live desperate lives scavenging the beach, working where they can, trying to escape abuse and exploitation, drugs and prostitution, hearing only rumors of a better world, a world of inconceivable security and luxury. And that’s really us, right? Nailer’s world is imagined, but it’s not that imagined; there are certainly teenagers elsewhere in our world who live existences Nailer could easily recognize. So even when Ship Breaker turned into a seafaring adventure story (ugh.), I stuck with it. I’m not sure what kind of teen I’d recommend Ship Breaker to, but it’s worth reading, to get caught up in the horror of Nailer’s world, and to see our own reflected.
So, I hesitated to bring up Grey’s Anatomy as my source of information about the stage 4 melanoma and IL2 treatment my (Vietnam War-era) coworker mentioned his brother had several years ago. But when I did, he exclaimed, “Oh! I remember that episode.”