Sunday, December 31, 2006

Things To Do, 2007


A few more hours and this year too will have ended. Just back from South Carolina after a long 12 hours in the car, we are enjoying a lazy morning. In years past, my husband and I used the 31st of December to make a list of things we would like to accomplish in the new year. Along with such lame goals as losing weight and saving money, there were bigger goals such as starting a family and attacking some major work on our Brooklyn brownstone. Some of those goals were accomplished, some never were. We also projected into the future and wrote down how we wanted our life to be 5 and 10 years into the future. Looking at the lists now, I have to admire our optimism. But also our persistance. Remarkably, we accompished some of our loftier goals. Some others, which could have easily been attained, never got done. In 1995 for example, one of the goals was to redo the hallway. To this day, we have not finished the work, the paint can and brush standing in a corner as permanent design elements. We never moved to the country as planned in 1990, but did take a majority of the exotic trips we listed.
Our life is different as I imagined 10 years ago. But it is a good life. It is a very interesting life. As a young couple, we were naive enough to think that we could plan out the future. Wiser, I now know that life just happens,with all the joys and sorrows that we cannot imagine today. But basically, my life is what I wanted it to be like so many years ago even if the details are different.
So tonight, while we sip our champagne waiting for 2007, we will make our list once more and encourage the kids to write one too. Because it is nice to plan and to have goals and what better time to do it than on the eve of a new year.
So Happy New Year! May it be a good one. And may we finally finish the hallway. Read more

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Happy Holidays To All!


Brooklyn Brownstone at Christmas Time ( I swear its not my house)



My little family is heading South tomorrow to celebrate Christmas at Opa's house. Opa is the German word for Grandpa. This is the fourth Christmas without my mother, but we are managing to hold the family together. I think she would have been proud that we are still following the same crazy traditions she imposed on our family so long ago.
Though I am not crazy about the 12 hours of driving, I am looking forward to spending some time with my dad. I am kind of proud of the way he has been managing these last few years on his own. This last week, he has been calling me almost every day to talk about the elaborate Christmas meals he has planned. Its kind of cool that he got into cooking. He makes a killer paté and an even better coq-au-vin. Not that I would know, since I don't eat meat. But its impressive the way he has become domestic. If my mother knew...
So that is my Christmas this year! Wishing you all a great Holiday Season! Read more

Monday, December 18, 2006

Christmas New York Style



The temperature here in Brooklyn reached 60 degrees during the last few days. The week-end was more reminiscent of April than of December. It felt great having the windows open, especially because I had the oven going full blast. You see, as many Brooklynites were walking around in short sleeve T-shirts and shorts, I was making Christmas cookies. I should never have started. What a horrible job that is. But in my eagerness to get into the spirit of the season, I produced pounds and pounds of baked goods. I made coconut macaroons, hazelnut sablés with rasberry jam and almond crescents. Then there are the little cut-out ones. By the time I had the first batch of those in the oven, I wanted to cry. I wrestled with that dough like mad. It was either too thick, making the cookies look more like decorative floor tiles, or too thin. Do me a favor, if you have a fail safe recipe for those things, please send it to me.
You can tell that I went way overboard. I slaved for hours. So yesterday afternoon, just to get out, my husband rounded me and our teen offsprings up and we walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to the Manhattan side. It was beautiful. The sun was just setting over the Manhattan skyline. There were hoards of people on the bridge. Mostly German tourists, it seemed.
It was a lovely walk. We ended up in Chinatown at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant and ate delicious squid. Not too festive, but it was the perfect way to spend a Sunday evening. The pre-christmas chaos of Manhattan is hard to take sometimes, but it sure is a cool city. Back at home, we settled in to watch a movie, I lit some candles and we ate some of my cookies. They may have been misshapen a bit, but they taste pretty good. All that baking was worth it after all. Now if only it did not feel so much like spring outside! Read more

Friday, December 15, 2006

Mice On a Plane


First there was a movie about snakes on a plane, now little furry critters are running around the cabin. This would be my ultimate nightmare. EEEEEEEEEEK! But pardon me for asking! How come someone got away with entering a plane with a bagful of mice when I am not even able to take a lipbalm onboard? What do you think?

From the BBC News Website: Mass mouse escape on Saudi plane

More than 100 passengers on a Saudi plane were left panic-stricken by the unexpected appearance of furry fellow flyers - dozens of mice.
The small rodents - about 80 in total, according to a local newspaper - escaped from the bag of a man travelling on the domestic flight.
An airline official said the aircraft was at 28,000 feet (8,500m) when mice began scurrying around the cabin.
Some of the mice fell on passengers' heads, Al-Hayat newspaper reports.
The incident occurred on a Saudi Arabian Airlines flight from the capital, Riyadh, to north-eastern town of Tabuk.
The flight landed safely and the bag's owner was detained by police investigating how he managed to get the mice onto the plane.
No explanation was given for the man's cargo. Read more

Poem For A Friday Afternoon

I read the poem below a while ago, wrote down the lines on a snippet of paper and promptly forgot about it. Today, while cleaning my office, I found it again. So here it is. I can't loose it once its published in the blog, now can I?



Are You Tired Of Me, My Darling?

Are you tired of me my darling
Did you mean those words you said
When you spoke in fond affection
On the day that we were wed

Tell me could you live life over
Would you make it otherwise
Are you tired of me my darling
Answer only with your eyes

Did you ever rue the springtime
When we first each other met
And you told me that you'd love me
Words my heart can n'er forget

Traditional Read more

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Marie-Antoinette Sillage de La Reine



Everyone who knows me, knows that I am a history buff. My friends Eunice and Pearl share this interest and many a biography and historical fiction book is passed from one to the other. And then discussed at length. One of our favorite historical figures is Marie-Antoinette. So this little tidbit is for you, girls.
While doing research on Jean-Louis Fargeon, parfumeur to Marie-Antoinette, biographer Elisabeth de Fevreau unearthed notes on the queen's personal perfume. Originally named " Le Trianon," the perfume once used by the queen combines various scents including rose, iris, jasmine, orange blossom and sandalwood. The scent which was renamed "M.A. Sillage de la Reine" was developed by French perfumer Francis Kurkdjian, who combined the ingredients after detailed research. He adhered strictly to the 18th-Century custom of combining "100% natural primary materials" and the scent is "intensely floral".

10 prestige copies of it, bottled in Baccarat crystal were made available in June as a limited edition for the queenly sum of 8,000 Euros . In July 2006, 1000 limited edition copies in crystal bottles made by the crystal manufacturies of Portieux (founded by Marie-Antoinette's grand-father) were made available for 350 Euros (25 ml). Proceeds go towards the remodeling of places that were historically linked with Marie-Antoinette as well as a travel chest once owned by the queen.
Incidentally, Elisabeth de Fevreau's book has recently been translated into English in Great-Britain under the title "A Scented Palace: The Secret History of Marie-Antoinette's Perfumer."
So girls, what do you say: is this book next on our list? And please do me a favor, drop a hint to my husband. Christmas is coming up and I am running low on perfume. Read more

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Lowe's disses Brooklyn


This always happens before the holidays. For some strange reason, there is a flurry of home improvement activity in our household. So, in order to maintain the tradition, my husband and I walked down to our Lowe's Home Improvement Center here in Brooklyn. Its not a pretty walk. Our Lowe's is framed by the elevated F subway line, and the infamous, fetid Gowanus Canal. But the sky was blue, the air crisp and a walk seemed appropriate.
When the store opened about two years ago, I welcomed it as an alternative to our impossibly dysfuncional Home Depot. But the clean, well layed out store has managed to loose its competitive edge over H.D. in no time. And believe me, Lowe's really did not need to try very hard to surpass its competitor. My disappointment started with the sorriest looking plants in their garden center. All through the growing season, the store was displaying flowers so bone dry that I was tempted to pick up the watering hose myself . More recently, I had attempted to buy a lamp shade, but everytime I searched the lighting isle, the stock was so low that I either could not find the right size or the right color. It was more than frustrating.
The reason for this last visit was roll-down blinds . Nothing fancy, just something to keep the sun out. It took us a while to find someone who could cut the shades to our required measurements. That done, we asked for the little wall-mounted brackets which allow the installation of said-blind. Not an unreasonable request, I think. But believe it or not, Lowe's was out of stock. " You can pick those up at your local hardware store", the not-so friendly salesperson told us without a hint of irony. Say what? Lowe's is sending me to my local hardware store? The only thing that went through my mind was: "Does Mazzone's have roll-up blinds, too?" I felt guilty that I did not try our small but efficient neighborhood store first.
I was so irritated by the entire big chain shopping experience, that I decided to speak up. Confidently, I marched up to the Customer Service desk and asked to speak to the manager. A few minutes later, a balding, rotund man walked towards me. I started my little speech by telling him that I had been shopping at Lowe's since it opened, but that recently, I had found my visits to his store frustrating. I explained that the stock for some items was meagre. Slightly defensive, he asked me to show him what I meant. So off we went to the lamp shade department. I think he was shocked himself when he saw the slim pickings on the display carrousel. I held up one of the more tasteful shades and told him that I would have bought this one, If...it did not have a big dent in it. I held the mangled shade right in front of his eyes.
" You are right, ma'am, there is no excuse. This item should not be out on the floor." I started to think that this guy was on the ball, until... "But, you know, this is not Long Island. This is Brooklyn." he continued " And the people here are animals. They trash everything." Well, I was stunned. First Lowe's sends me to my local hardware store, then they diss Brooklynites. Where did this guy think I lived? Long Island?
I quickly regained my composure: " You also make more money in this store than in any of your locations on Long Island" I replied. " And you are right. There is no excuse. I should not have to come back three times for the right-sized lamp shade. I hope that you appreciate that I am taking my time to give you some useful customer feed-back." With that, I turned my back to him and walked out of the store.
Minutes later, my husband and I were standing in Mazzone's hardware store. Within a few seconds, the cheery salesperson had located the wall mounts for the blinds and brought them to the cashier for us. We felt like valued customers. I know for a fact that in this store, they don't poopooo people from Brooklyn. They are locals themselves. So next time I need something hardware related, I will give my money to merchants who actually like Brooklynites. Read more

Sunday, December 03, 2006

The Young Poet


I was just looking through my 15 year old's homework and found a poem he wrote for writing class. I was impressed!


The sirens sound and my fingers turn numb
I grab my belongings and turn to flee
Trying to run from what I cannot see
I think to myself I must have been dumb
Two years enlisted and still things look glum
Heaped in a bunker with more men like me
Search this building, you'll find no show of glee
All that I have is my guilt-coated gun

I have done things that I am not proud of
I'm in a place in which I don't belong
Thousands of miles from the things that I love
The days over here are painfully long
My hands are locked in these drab combat gloves
Gun shots ring out to form a morbid song

Written by Max Read more