Saturday, December 27, 2008

Boxing Day


We had so much food that we had enough for a boxing day party. Good food and good friends! (Xavia, Jordan and Isaiah pictured)

Friday, December 26, 2008

Christmas Dinner



Abundance! The oxtail was the winner this year as the most delicious dish of the day, thanks to my mother-in-law (left). However, the curried coat, fried sweet potato, rice and peas, mashed potatoes, fried plantain, ham, roated chickens, mac and cheese and rolls weren't bad either! Don't forget the sorrell! And, there were lots of extra dumplings. Mmmmmm...I'm looking forward to our 4pm rematch with the food and a few friends. The celebration continues!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Good Morning!




Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a Joyous Kwanzaa to all!
Out of many--one.
It's all about LOVE!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Thai Food




Well, Our holiday celebration at Grandma Grant's with all the cousins was a blast. Jackson and Isaiah have been initiated into the world of Wii and the most amazing racing track you've ever seen--thanks to Uncle Steve. Certainly life can never be the same for my two little boys.

We braved the cross town traffic and are home now. The Christmas tree is blazing, the last gift has been wrapped, and the boys finally fell asleep while watching Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium followed by Polar Express...and for the die-hard Isaiah, a half hour of Charlie's Angels Full Throttle in mummy and daddy's bed.

Isaiah finally conked out and there's only one thing left to do. Isn't it obvious? Order Thai food.

Life (as always) is good.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Coffee Cake


I have this coffee cake recipe. It was given to me about 20 years ago by a family friend who has since passed away. I would imagine it is at least 20 years older than that, maybe more. Apparently, coffee cake evolved from Kuchen--German cakes that started out in the 17th century as breads and became sweeter in the 20th Century. The crumbly topping came from Struesel, another German treat. I'm going to guess it evolved during simpler times when people still believed in coffee and cake as a civilized part of life.

It's a very simple recipe of flour, an egg, baking powder,sugar, butter. It has a brown sugar, butter and cinnamon crumbly topping. It doesn't have fleur de sel in it. You don't use baker's sugar. It wouldn't taste good with scharfenberger chocolate chips. It is just a simple cake, best enjoyed by someone who isn't in a hurry and still likes to eat cake off a simple china plate while sipping their coffee or tea.

Growing up where I did, eating coffee cake was not for special occasions. It was just like breathing, or sweeping the kitchen or picking some tomatoes, zucchini and onions from the garden for lunch to go with the sweet corn dad just brought in. That was just life.

Now that I live in Los Angeles, I find myself looking for that organic farmers' market where I can see my long lost vegetables again. And maybe that's why for years I have sought out cafes, where I can sit and have a simple pastry and coffee and read and write. It all feels like being back in the kitchen with mom where brown sugar, butter and eggs were the ingredients of life.

About Me

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1,971 miles from Nashville where my identical twin lives.
I was raised on a Mennonite Farm in Illinois. From the cornfields I made my way to inner city Philadelphia to live and work with kids who were the poorest of the poor but the brightest kids in the world. Later I took food and clothing to the homeless and prostitutes on the streets of NYC who opened my eyes to real poverty of spirit. Later I created fundraisers for AIDS patients, taught 2nd language learners about poetry, film and beauty and finally came to higher education to meet some of the most innovative, courageous and funky grads you could ever meet--at a place called Pitzer College. I live for moments of beauty and flashes of enlightenment. Sometimes life is just burnt out ends of smokey days (T.S. Eliot)or an ordinary cup of coffee. And sometimes it's that delicious misty morning overlooking Lake Atitlan in Guatemala in 1984 that I can never get out of my head. Ever. Either way, this story is going some where. Come along, if you like.

things i love

  • aged manchego
  • bammy
  • bangles
  • being a twin
  • ben and jerry's
  • blinis with caviar and creme fraiche
  • bob marley
  • bonfires
  • books about women who are crazy and yet, not so crazy
  • bumble and bumble creme de coco shampoo
  • burke williams
  • cathedrals
  • cello music
  • chandeliers
  • charm bracelets
  • cheetos
  • chevre cheese
  • chocolate babka
  • chocolate ganache
  • civilized breakfast at fauchon
  • cook books
  • corazones de chocolate
  • cornfields
  • croissants stuffed with chocolate
  • crumbling bricks
  • dale brothers' home brew
  • dark chocolate
  • docks
  • doing the happy dance
  • dreads
  • eating home grown tomatoes
  • eucalyptis
  • fishing
  • Fleur de Sel
  • foreign films
  • franny and zooey
  • freedom
  • freshly brewed coffee
  • fried dumplings
  • fried fish at Hellshire Beach Kingston
  • friends who don't clean up before I come over
  • gauguin
  • giving people food
  • going barefoot
  • h2o
  • hard wood floors
  • hiding in a corn field
  • imagining the future in detail
  • ipod filled with excellent music
  • italian sheets
  • italian sheets
  • jackson and isaiah's eyes
  • Jamaica
  • jerk chicken at fisherman's cove (port antonio)
  • joan
  • joan southerland
  • kombucha
  • l'occitane body products
  • langston hughes
  • laughing out loud
  • le pain quotidien
  • lip gloss
  • little cakes from miette
  • little islands around lake george
  • magnolia trees
  • margaret atwood
  • mashed potatoes at the Royalton
  • monkeys
  • moss
  • my handy labeler
  • my jamaica pendant
  • my mother in law also named Jean A Grant
  • my sleep number bed set to 65
  • naan
  • natural hot springs
  • necklaces made out of seeds or beans
  • new york public library
  • NYC
  • obamas
  • olive oil
  • peace signs
  • peanut butter
  • pearls
  • penpals
  • percolators
  • pine cones
  • pink poenies, lots and lots of pink peonies
  • pipe organs that are so loud, they are almost scary
  • poems
  • poison dart frogs
  • portuguese bream any way you cook it
  • proper cup of coffee in a cup and saucer on a mild mornng in Guatemala City
  • race cars
  • rainstorms
  • reading at night with a flashlight
  • Really nice shoes
  • root vegetables
  • roughing it
  • rushmore
  • salt fish fritters
  • scharffenberger chocolate
  • scotch bonnet pepper sauce
  • scrabble
  • shadows
  • sleepy fishing villages
  • soccer
  • sorting and organizing almost anything
  • soursop juice
  • spanish
  • street food
  • Sun on my face
  • sunlight sparkling on a lake
  • super thick goose down comforters
  • taking the subway
  • tea with the girls
  • the ocean
  • the phrase "with love and squalor"
  • The Slanted Door
  • the smell of a wood smoke
  • the smell of pine trees
  • the smell of spring
  • things that glow in the dark
  • thrift stores
  • tiendas
  • tiny birds that chirp outside my window in the morning
  • toads
  • toes
  • toni morrison
  • trixie
  • turkeys
  • upstairs apartments
  • Veuve Cliquot
  • virginia woolf's imagery
  • waterford crystal
  • whales
  • whole fried fish at Cherry's
  • william and wayne
  • words
  • yahtzee
  • zabar's (nyc)