A new exhibit opened in the art gallery at Whitworth last week, so I spent one of my lunch hours there. The artist, Ben Frank Moss, is a Whitworth alum who donated a sizeable portion of his work to the university. I've seen his work before and loved his landscapes. Seeing all of these works together really made me appreciate how he captured wind and light through thick brushstrokes, with partially revealed colors.
I walked out of there and immediately started seeing things differently. This is what art does.
Watching: I suddenly remembered that there was one whole unwatched season of the Great British Baking Show and I got to work on it immediately. I'm glad Paul Hollywood stuck around, but I'm already acclimating to the new hosts and the new Mary Berry (but not enough to remember her name without looking it up). The showstopper challenges seem increasingly ridiculous. I still love it.
We went to the movies on Saturday to see how Emily Mortimore portrayed the character I pictured as way more dowdy when I was reading The Bookshop. The movie version was as quietly clever as the book, with Bill Nighy bringing a welcome dimension to Mr. Brundish. You could probably read the book aloud in as much time as it took to watch the movie, but I recommend both if you are an Anglo- or bibliophile. The cinematography was a gorgeous compliment to the plot.
Reading: There's a guy who rides my bus in the morning who always eats chips, burps loudly, then says "Excuse me" slightly less loudly. The other morning he was sitting behind me as I was reading The Story of the Lost Child. I am about halfway through it. I heard him say, "Is that the same book?" I realized he was talking to me. "Yeah, it's a big one," I answered. It's funny how you notice and characterize people, but don't always stop to wonder what it is about yourself people notice. To him, I'm that woman who's always reading the same book. (To my credit, I've been tearing through this one.)
Also, Anne Lamott wrote this lovely thing about hope we all should read.
Recipes: This week I tried focusing on one cookbook - The Sprouted Kitchen - for all my recipe inspiration. I got the cookbook about five years ago and really enjoyed it, but I haven't cooked out of it much in the last year or so. So on Sunday I played recipe roulette and asked Joel to pick two numbers between a certain span of pages. I vowed to make one of them no matter what. One of the numbers corresponded to a recipe for edamame dumplings, served in a vegetable broth, and so that's what we made. Somebody posted the recipe here (as well as photos of other recipes I've tried from the cookbook and love). They were delicious, though I'm not sure I ever need to make them again when it's so easy to buy similar gyozas at Trader Joe's.
I also made portobellos with crispy kale and creamy millet again (I made these during my Vegetarian Week 2013), and pumpkin pecan granola, which is a winner in my growing list of granola recipes (recipe posted here). And finally, apple chipotle turkey burgers with homemade herbed aioli. I still love and recommend this cookbook.
Joel's continuing through The Flavor Matrix. This week he made a pan-roasted dish with marinated chicken thighs (perhaps our new favorite marinade), radishes, baby turnips and apples. Save for a couple bitter bites of turnip, it was my kind of meal.
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Making: I have a knack for losing my knitted hats, so I'm making my third or fourth rendition of the same "spring beret" pattern. It's easy to memorize and it's pretty, and it is a great use of yarn I brought back from Paris a few years ago.
I finally finished the Francis sweater. She's currently drying on my blocking mats.
Listening: "By the Light of Common Day" by David Crosby is playing on the speaker right now, it's Saturday night, and this is a nice way to end this post.
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