Baked Apples

June 27, 2008 by Lynne

One of my purchases at the farmer’s market last weekend was a five pound bag of Pink Lady apples.  It was an absolute bargain at $2, and so I was not surprised (though a little disappointed) that the apples appeared to be windfall apples (a bit old with many bruises and soft spots).  I had decided that I would try grilling them for a nice summery dessert, but with the air being positively chewable with all the smoke this entire week, I was not tempted to sit outside and baby-sit the grill.  So I turned on my oven and threw this dish together.

10 small apples, cut in fairly thick wedges (I’d say this yields a good 5-6 cups)
Juice of two lemons
2 Tbs sugar
1 Tbs vanilla
Cinnamon to taste
1/2 cup raisins or other dried fruit
1/4 cup shredded coconut
2 TBS butter

Mix everything except the butter and coconut in a large bowl.  Dump into a casserole dish.  Dot with the butter.  Bake in a 375 degree oven until apples  start softening (I’d say about 15 minutes).  Top with coconut.  Bake another 15 minutes until apples are totally soft and coconut is nice and brown.

I discovered I like this quite well warmed and topped with a little vanilla soy milk, but for those whose gag reflex kicks in at the thought of anything soy, I’m sure it would be fabulous over ice cream, too.

Orchestra? What Orchestra?

June 25, 2008 by Lynne

The following is the review of the show I’m currently playing for…

“The Secret Garden” was the Davis Musical Theater show which closed out the company’s time at the Varsity Theater in 2002, prior to moving into the Hoblit Performing Arts Center. I gave it a lukewarm review, pointing to low energy and a bare bones set, which made, particularly, the finale scene very disappointing.

I was curious to see what changes I would find six years later, with the company firmly ensconced in their own theater, hoping they would improve on that long-ago production.

They have. In the current production, which opened this weekend at the Hoblit Performing Arts Center, the look is much more plush, the cast consistently good, and the overall evening a delight.

Based on the beloved 1911 book by Frances Hodgson Burnett, “The Secret Garden” tells of Mary Lennox (Kaylynn Rothleder), the only survivor of a cholera epidemic which swept through the family compound in India. She is taken back to England to live with her only remaining relative, her uncle Archibald Craven (Bret McLaughlin), a hunchback who lives in a lonely mansion on a hill in the Yorkshire Moors.

Archibald has been wallowing in deep grief over the death of his wife Lily (Caitlin Kiley), who died in childbirth ten years ago, and has isolated himself from the world, and especially from his sickly son, Colin (Christian Salmon), who is bedridden and kept hidden in his room by his physician, Archibald’s brother Neville (Rick Eldredge).

The arrival of Mary, initially a spoiled, self-centered child who has been waited on all her life, causes disruption in the carefully ordered life that Archibald has built for himself.

In her loneliness, Mary begins to explore the grounds and finds secret garden, planted by Lily, and locked ever since her death. With the help of the gardener, Dickon (Joshua Smith), brother of the chambermaid, Martha (Emily Jo Seminoff), Mary works to revive the garden, and in so doing she is herself changed into a caring child who ultimately brings life back to the house, to Archibald and to Colin.

It is helpful to have either read the book or seen the movie (with Margaret O’Brien as Mary) to understand that half of the people on the stage are actually ghosts. This is not a fault of the DMCT production, but of the musical itself, with book and lyrics by Marsha Norman and (mostly forgettable) music by Lucy Simon. The authors seem to take for granted that the audience will already be familiar with the story.

However, whatever the shortcomings of the musical itself, this modest production is quite good.

The bulk of the story and the action rest on the shoulders of Mary Lennox and Kaylynn Rothleder is up to the task. She can be petulant, angry, frightened, and filled with wonder. Rothleder is both a good actress and a good singer, which is half the battle right there.

Bret McLaughlin is a marvelous Archibald Craven. The grief is painfully written on his face in all of the scenes when he remembers his beloved wife. He has a powerful voice, which is equally effective when tender, as in the duet with the ghost of his wife Lily, one of the more poignant in the play.

Caitlin Kiley’s Lily is eloquent and in great voice, and also quite poignant as she interactions with her husband.

Christian Salmon, as Colin, turns in a good performance as Archibald’s son, Colin, being kept in bed by his doctor-uncle who is convinced that to let Colin out of bed would be to shorten his life. He has a good tantrum, and a wonderful wide-eyed wonder look when he sees Mary’s garden.

Rick Eldredge is sufficiently smarmy as Dr. Neville Craven, gradually taking control of Archibald’s house and family for his own reasons.

The supporting cast is quite strong, from Jabriel Shelton, the Fakir in the opening scenes, down to Richard Lui as Ben, the old gardener who is full of wisdom to impart to Mary.

Joshua Smith carries a heavy load as Mary’s friend Dickon, who teaches her how to bring the seemingly dead garden back to life again. Smith has great charisma and you enjoy watching him on stage.

Emily Jo Seminoff is the relentlessly cheerful chambermaid, Martha, Dickon’s sister. Seminoff has a long professional resume and it shows in this role.

Dannette Vassar is the dour Mrs. Medlock, given the task of bringing Mary to Yorkshire. She’s curt and crisp and without much empathy and Vassar is wonderful in the role.

Director Steve Isaacson, who also designed the sets and lights, has greatly improved on his 2002 production. With a cast which is uniformly fine, a more detailed set (the finale is now quite lovely!), and interesting lighting effects, such as the tree on the curtain during one of the later scenes, he has created an enchanting production.

Kudos also go to costume designers Jean Henderson, Anna Johnson and Denise Miles. I particularly liked the assortment of pinafores for Mary.

While its slower pace and complicated themes may not make it a good production for children under the age of 8, older children, especially little girls, should enjoy entering Mary’s secret world and watching how her transformation rubs off on everyone.

Why have I reposted this? Well, for one, it’s a decent review.  For another, the paper it appears in is decidedly tight when it comes to accessing their article archives.  And finally…I have some issues with it, and I wanted to make sure that people read it before I started picking at it.

Okay, let me say this up front.  I LOVE this musical.  I saw it on Broadway when I was 16 and was instantly captivated (it helped that I was already in love with the story).  I love the music, I love how the story is told (including the utlization of flashbacks), I love the characters.  You’ll note that two thirds of my loves are panned by the reviewer.

First, I must rant…forgettable music??? Every woodwind player I know fights over the opportunity to play this show – I still get chills during some of the songs, and this production’s “How Could I Ever Know” is incredibly moving.  But, then, I’m completely convinced that this reviewer would be completely happy if musical theater happened sans music.  You’ll note there is no mention of the orchestra.  This is fairly standard for her – we take that as a good review.  How sad is that?

But let’s face it…I’m irked by this.  I’m irked by the fact that in every review, the costumer is complemented, and often lighting techs, set designers, and sometimes choregraphers.  At a minimum they are usually mentioned.  And we settle with a no mention as a good review.

I’m not trying to say that these folks don’t do excellent work – they do an amazing job, every single time, and I know they put a ton of work and love into it.  But so do we.  Granted, we aren’t professional musicians, and we can’t always cover all the parts, but we are volunteers.  The fact that we get the very talented folks that we do often surprises me.  I’m not looking for accolades, but to be routinely ignored shows a lack of respect for our craft.  We, too, live through the stress of tech week, learn our parts, and show up every weekend (many of us driving from Sacramento when gas is close to $4.50 a gallon) because we love to play.  Because, for some of us, it’s one of the few places we have to play – certainly for musical theater.  And because we, too, believe that the show must go on, and live music is part of that philosophy.

 

Saturday at the Market

June 21, 2008 by Lynne

Today I had the luxury of a free Saturday morning, so I decided to go down to my local farmer’s market.  This is actually a summer tradition for me.   I LOVE farmer’s markets, but because I’m usually teaching on Saturday mornings, I rarely get to go.  And, as is standard for my first visit, I went on a spree.

I had conceptualized before going that I would maybe put a gazpacho together, since the weather has been getting warm.  A nice, cool, refreshing soup, with, perhaps, some grilled corn sounded perfect.   I was envisioning visiting my favorite tomato vendor and picking up a pint of their rainbow cherry tomatoes (a basket with a multitude of varietals in it) to put in it to make a beautifully colorful dish.  I arrived at the market, but no tomato vendor! In fact, tomatoes were fairly few and far between.  And where was the corn? Then I realized…I was a month early.  My classes usually end in July, my first visit to the market has historically been in mid-July, when, of course, both tomatoes and corn are plentiful.  So, I abandoned my plan, and browsed the stalls.  I still managed to fill my bags.  Here’s what is busting out of my fridge:

Green bell peppers
Grape tomatoes
Zucchini
Yellow squash
Red and golden beets (I’m tossing around the idea of grilling them, and serving them with their slightly steamed greens).
Cherries (Bing and yellow)
Apricots
Pink Lady apples
1/2 flat of strawberries

I can make a killer salad with the beets (even if I don’t grill them – I’ve discovered that raw beets are actually really tasty), peppers, and tomatoes.  I’ve also decided that I’m going to make a Mexican casserole with tortillas, beans, cheese, roasted peppers, and the squash.  I will top it with nonfat Greek yogurt, which I think makes a great substitue for sour cream.  Most low or nonfat sour creams have gelatin in them, plus they tend to be a unitasker in my kitchen- once I’ve finished dolloping it on my burritos or fajitas, I have a tough time finding other uses for it.   On the other hand, I was never wild about using ordinary plain yogurt as a sour cream substitute (which is a regular recommendation in vegetarian cook books) because it’s too thin and a lot tend towards sweet rather than sour.  And yes, I realize I can solve the texture problem by making yogurt cheese, but that’s a long process for a condiment.  Trader Joe’s recently started carrying nonfat Greek yogurt, which works perfectly as a sour cream substitute: it has a nice bite and is lovely and thick.  Plus, the leftovers can be used as yogurt: in parfaits with all my lovely fresh fruit, or with a little honey stirred in. 

An extra bonus for being free on a Saturday morning: the new bread bakery I’ve fallen in love with is open.  Actually, it was predestined that I would love this place – I’d been drooling at their window for the year long process it took them to open.  They are, alas, closed on Sundays, so when I AM able to pop in, I stock up.  With the weather being as warm as it has been, I decided on the fly to make kind of a mock egg salad with tofu.  I wanted a nice, hearty bread to put it on so that it wouldn’t fall apart from the moisture (I can press the dickens out of tofu, but it still has a tendency to waterlog bread).  On the store’s recommendation, I picked up a loaf of bread that had caught my eye before: a dark, seedy bread shaped in a triangle.  It had apparantly just come out of the oven because the salesclerk was a bit reluctant to slice it for me, and even now, almost an hour later, it is still warm to the touch.  I also selected a pumpkin bread because I liked that fact that it was totally covered in pumpkin seeds.  And finally, because I was absolutely starving by this point and the deliciously buttery aroma of the store was making my mouth water, I selected a hazelnut swirl pastry.  I figured I could pair it up with some berries when I got home for a tasty late breakfast (and it was).

Off to the kitchen!

Totally amazing

June 5, 2008 by Lynne

I am such a sucker for amazing animal videos

Now I want a finished piece of my own

 

 

Undeserving

June 1, 2008 by Lynne

I’m still in a daze.  I keep pinching myself.  My stomach knots whenever I think about it.

I am getting a new flute.

And not just any flute.  A flute beyond what I could ever have hoped for – top quality, handmade, solid silver.  An unbelievably generous gift.

My last day in Arizona, I was practicing when I was interrupted with a knock at the door.  My dad stuck his head in the door.  “Can you come here? Your grandfather is talking about buying you a flute.” I walked into the office, and the Woodwind Brasswind website is up on the screen, filled with alto flutes.  ”You had mentioned that you were looking at getting an alto flute.”  This was true; I’ll be playing for The Secret Garden in a week, and it has an awesome alto flute part.  I looked at the screen.  The cheapest flute was $1500 for nickel plate. 

“I’m not sure it’s worth the money for the one time a year it’s going to come out of the case.”

“Well, then maybe the smart thing is to upgrade your C flute.”  My dad clicked on the link.  “Quite a range.”

“Whatever you want,” my grandfather said.

“Maybe you should talk to your accountant before you dive into one of these,”  my dad suggested. 

“No.”

I was starting to feel very uncomfortable.  Flutes can range really dramatically in prices.  $10 to $15 thousand dollars is fairly standard for a professional level instrument, and many are twice that.  I was fairly certain my grandfather did not know what he was getting into.  “Let me put my flute away, and then I need to do some research.”

I went back to my room and put my flute away.  I then called Cathy for some advice.  I have never looked at high quality flutes other than online.  I have never played any because I never wanted to know what the difference would be.  I wanted to remain happy with my flute because I figured I was not likely to upgrade it.  After quickly explaining the situation, I asked for what her advice would be.   “Can you play any of them?” she asked.

“No, this is all going to happen on line.  There’s no place anywhere around here that would carry such an instrument.”

“Hmmm…well I know people who play Haynes, Powells…  Do you have a budget?”

“Not really.  Not a specified one.  Yours is a Powell, right?”

“No, mine’s an Altus.”

“And you recommend the off-set G.”

“Yes, definitely.  And I would definitely go for solid silver if the sky’s the limit.  Have fun!”

Armed with this information, I went back to the office and sat down at the computer. 

“What I would suggest is find the one that you would want if cost wasn’t an issue.  Then go down from there,” my dad suggested.

I began my search.  I looked, briefly at the super expensive flutes, but immediately rejected them.  I just couldn’t ask for something that expensive.  I pulled three out of the catalog and then began Googling them.  I read all the reviews I could find and then ordered them in preference – the top two were Haynes and the last was a Pearl.  I tried to find instruments at three different price levels that would still be an upgrade from my current instrument.  I handed the paper to my dad.  He started looking at my choices.

“Did you look at Powells?” he asked.

“I did, but there weren’t any there that were under 30K, and I’m not comfortable asking for that.”

“Here’s some for around 6.”

I looked at the page.  He was right. 

“I’m really biased towards Haynes.  I don’t know why.  Maybe it’s because my high school flute teacher played one.  Or maybe I just like the logo.”

My dad looked at me.  Then he grinned.  “I do too.”  He showed my grandfather my top choice, who didn’t quite choke at the price. 

“You’re music better be fantastic!” he exclaimed.

“Here’s my thing,” my dad interjected.  “This is an instrument that she shouldn’t have to ever upgrade; it will be the last flute she’ll ever need.”

“Then get it.”

And like that, it was done.

I’m absolutely amazed and delighted by this unexpected generosity.  I’m also totally sure I don’t deserve it.  Maybe this is why I can’t wrap my head around it.  I played for the Children’s Ball yesterday, likely to be one of the last gigs I play on my current flute, and couldn’t process the thought.  I’ve played this flute since my dad gave it to me when I was twelve; it has served me amazingly well, and I can’t imagine not playing on it.   And yet, I can’t wait to try my new flute.  I can barely sit still at the thought.

I just hope I can do it justice.

Crossing

June 1, 2008 by Lynne

While I was in Arizona, I crossed the border into Mexico (on Memorial Day), something I had not done for years.  For the first time in my life I was walking into Mexico with a proof of citizenship requirement, a concept I found utterly bizarre.

I grew up in San Diego and crossing into Mexico was pretty much a weekly activity.  We would go to dinner in Tijuana or go to Ensenada for the day.  One of my first memories is attending one of my dad’s concerts in Mexicali and discovering that Mexico had pretty good Chinese food (there was also a horrible incident with an anchovy, but I digress).  We had a beach home in Baja for most of my childhood.  We RARELY carried citizenship papers with us.  I’m not even sure such a thing was required.  But, these days they technically are, and I had nothing on me that met the requirements.  The fact is, I don’t even have a current passport, and my birth certificate was barely legible the last time I saw it – which was years ago.  We decided to go anyway and chance it.  I figured that if they actually had to go through the process of verifying my citizenship it wouldn’t take very long. 

So, I followed my dad through the labrynthine foot crossing at Nogales, listening as he pointed out where he had an office and whether or not they were actually using the biometric device he had worked on.  We poked through the stores.  My dad bought Controy; I found some knick knacks.  Then we headed out.  As we waited in line, I noticed many people had their passports out and ready.  When we were next my dad told me to move far enough forward so that he could get through the gate too.  I handed the agent my drivers license.  He gave me a slightly annoyed look.  He looked at my dad’s passport and dismissed us without a word.  I didn’t even get the informational document about crossing requirements.

“Hasseling us would have been a hassle for him” was my dad’s logic, nodding his head at the growing holiday line.  I guess that’s probably true.  I certainly didn’t want to spend any more time there than necessary, and was perfectly happy to walk back into the US.  I’m not sure if a year from now when the requirements become more stringent I will even attempt this.

I just can’t help wondering if the situation would have been differenet if I had been alone.  Or had less of a WASP name or appearance.  Was it really due to holiday traffic? If so , what’s the point of having requirements if they’re going to be blown off because someone seems a low “threat” and there’s a line? This sort of inconsistency happens all the time, and it does little to encourage me.  These are in place, supposedly, to make me feel safe (though I think many of them go overboard and really have a different agenda).  That they are so easily bypassed does little to make me feel comfortable.

An Anniversary Poem

May 24, 2008 by Lynne

If memory serves, and my calculations are correct, today is Cathy and Jason’s 5th wedding anniversary.  I thought about doing a five for five, but I’ve already done that for someone else, and I don’t want to feel like I’m copying myself.  So, I regressed to my first day of ninth grade and devised a name poem in honor of this momentous occasion.  Hopefully, the words have meaning to them (I’ve supplied explanations below for the rest of us saps).

C – Cookies
A – Anachronistic
T – Troubadour
H – Honeymoon Suite
Y – Yummy Food

A – Adamant
N – Napa
D – Data Mining

J – Jamestown
A – Affinity
S – Sugar Mouse
O – Olive Garden
N – North Carolina 

Cookies: Cathy has always been a great baker.  She made cookies for us at least once a week.  I knew this match was perfect when she came home (all dreamy-eyed) from the first time Jason made dinner for her and announced that he had his very own cookie recipe.
Anachronistic: Their wedding was medieval themed.  The entire wedding party (except the priest) was in medieval garb.  To further crash the eras together, Jason and his groomsmen performed a parody of Wild Cherry’s “Play that Funky Music (White Boy)” – it became “Play that Funky Music (Knight Boy)”
Troubadour: Because this was a medieval wedding, they hired a troubadour to entertain us during the reception.
Honeymoon Suite: The hotel lost their room reservation for the first night of their married life.  I still can picture the scene of Cathy in her wedding gown on the phone in the lobby with the reservation office trying to track a room down.  In the end, they got a totally appropriate room and lots of champagne.
Yummy Food – Excellent reception food, complete with make your own pasta bar.
Adamant: Cathy’s ring is set with a polished emerald.
Napa:  Jason proposed at a spa in Napa.  The funny side to this sweet story is that he managed to trick Cathy about where they were actually going.  What makes this even FUNNIER is that this is the second time he managed to do this…to the same spa.
Data Mining: This is my favorite sweet story.  Jason designed and made Cathy’s wedding ring.  Cathy is a musician (he is not); her ring is two eighth notes encircling her finger.  The two note bodies overlap, which is where the stone is set.  He attended a jewelry-making course one night a week for a semester and told her he was taking a course in “Data Mining.”
Jamestown: The town where their wedding was held
Affinity: Do I need to explain this? So, no explanation, but my wish that they have many more happy years together. 
Sugar Mouse: My second favorite sweet story.  Cathy’s favorite childhood book was called The Sugar Mouse.  It’s this wonderful story about friends going to extremes to help each other succeed.  It is out of print.  Her mom stalked eBay until she won a copy.  The wedding cake designer copied the cake from the book (complete with sugar mice) for their cake.  It was amazing!
Olive Garden: This was where the rehearsal dinner was held.
North Carolina: The state where they were married.

 And oh, all right, one for the road.  The night before the wedding, Cathy and I (as Maiden of the Moat) were sharing a hotel room.  I was having a hard time sleeping (as I often do in hotels).  I also was trying VERY hard to not wake up the bride.  At some point during the night I got up during the night to use the restroom.  While trying to find my way back to bed in the dark, I tripped over my suitcase.  I then tried to climb into bed from the foot (to avoid tripping over anything else) and misjudged where the edge was causing me to fall unceremoniously to the floor with a loud “thunk”, hitting the night stand on the way down.  Cathy swears that she slept through the entire thing.

Today is also Cathy’s birthday.  While she thinks she’s turning an unlucky number, I think it’s cool because the second number is a power of the first number.  PLUS she can divide the first digit of her age not only into the year of her birth but also into both digits of the year.  Happy day!

Well that wasn’t so bad…

May 19, 2008 by Lynne

While I was blessed with and internal ultrasound this morning, my anxiety about it was fairly unfounded.  I found it less uncomfortable (physically anyway) than a pelvic exam.

The technician couldn’t see anything (other than I have a tilted uterus), but I won’t get all the results until June 13th.

Working Saturday

May 18, 2008 by Lynne

I spent yesterday at Peggy and John’s helping to finalize the look for our branch’s experimental blog.  I have to say, it was well worth it.  I love, love, love our new custom header.  John really deserves most of the kudos for that since it turned out to be a much bigger pain in the tail than any of us expected.  I think the end result was well worth it.

Plus, I finally got to see the rest of Studio 60.

Blown Expectations

May 16, 2008 by Lynne

In the continuation of my search for a definitive answer as to why my menstrual cycles aren’t, I am scheduled for an ultrasound of my ovaries on Monday.   I was not overly worried about this until my friend Yolanda (who has been through pregnancy and therefore her share of ultrasounds) suggested that the portable scanner-like device skating it’s way over my lower abdomen that I had envisioned was probably not what was going to happen.  I should, perhaps, prepare myself for an internal.

An internal? Does that mean what I think it does?

Apparantly it does.  Instead of a cold gel and perhaps a tickling sensation, I am now preparing myself for a condom-covered plastic rod.

Happy happy joy joy.