Author: jill
•7:46 AM
I have a friend who has been encouraging me to read something by Stephen King as part of my challenge to read one hundred books in one year. Did you know that Stephen King reads seventy to eighty books each year? Suddenly, my pitiful thirty-five books read (to date) seems even more heartbreakingly pathetic.

In August I read, On Writing - A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King. I'm not sure if this counts as a Stephen King book to the general populous, but I sure did enjoy it. In fact, I loved it, however it is not for everyone.

For me, it was great to "talk" with someone who speaks my language. This is not to say that I feel like Stephen King and I are equals in the world of writers. Nothing could be further from the truth. However I completely understood everything that he wrote about with respect to the craft of writing. In fact, I learned a great deal, not the least of which is that I do have an understanding of the process. Some of the things he writes, I already do, some I understand the importance of but have not been able to achieve (because of the small people running around my house), and other things I had never thought of before, but completely appreciate. All that, just from reading this book.

His number one piece of advice to achieve great writing is to write a lot ... and to read, a lot. Well, that sounds like just about the perfect job to me. Does that mean that I can pick up a great book, hush the children (which means ignore them) and explain that Mommy is working? I'll have to try that one some time.

On Writing begins with a resume, of sorts. StephenKing remembers some of the early times in his life and some of the things that stand out from his childhood. He moves on to describe the events surrounding his first book (Carrie - 1974) being published, and he touches briefly on his alcohol and drug addiction. In fact, he admits that he has no recollection of writing Cujo (1981), which saddened him because he really loves that book and wishes he could recall the process of writing it. It is the kind of the auto-biographical writing that, when read, you want to share with someone else. So, suffice it to say, that Jonesy knows way more about StephenKing than he ever wanted to. But, having said that, I think he found the tidbits I threw out there, kind of interesting. Funny, gross, interesting ...

The other two thirds of the book are fairly specific to the craft of writing. Some is down-right instructional, other parts are teaching through example ... which I love. Sometimes he is specific - 2000 words per day- and other times he is more ambiguous, like when he says. "I'm doubtful about writing classes, but not entirely against them."

If you are a budding writer, I highly recommend picking this book up. But if you are just a fan of Stephen King and not really interested in writing as an art form, this may not be the book for you.

StephenKing - I cannot refer to him as King or Stephen, just StephenKing, all one word - is a really incredible person. I mean, aside from the writer; because as a writer, he is a genius and obviously, well-respected. I read lots of his stuff as a young girl ... Carrie (plus I saw the movie), Pet Semetary, Cujo are the ones that stand out. Of course, I have seen The Shining (red-rum, red-rum, red-rum) and The Green Mile which are movies based on his novels. And please, don't forget The Shawshank Redemption, based on the novella by StephenKing entitled, Rita Hayworth and the Shawhank Redemption -probably one of my favourite movies. I'll have to look for the novella.

But as a girl, my interests changed and I moved on to different writers, like Danielle Steele. Plus, at about the same time in my life, I developed a heavy social agenda, so I didn't have much time to read. Because when you are a teenaged girl, it takes approximately the same amount of time to "get ready" as it does to attend the actual event you are getting ready for.

He is a goofy looking man, whom I did not find compelling enough to really find out about the person behind the stories. For many years, I have thought of StephenKing as a grown up kid; like an adult with a boy's imagination. And, I don't think StephenKing would be offended by that statement; in fact, it would probably make him happy inside. Although he has matured, his interest still lies in the realm of science fiction. Just like it did when he was eight or nine years old and hitchhiking to movies in the nearest town. He wrote that he likes to get his character(s) into a predictament and then watch as they figure their way out of it.

Another admirable thing about StephenKing is that he has been married to the same woman for almost forty years. Which I consider a true accomplishment in the world of fame. He talks about her with respect and love and admiration. Don't you hope that your husband would describe your laugh as "adorable" or that he has a full understanding (and respect) for your lack of putting up with his bullshit - even after forty years of marriage?

Anyhow, after reading this book, I have my own piece of advice. Be patient as a writer. It is much easier to verbally tell a story than it is to write it down. Because most times, your brain moves faster than your fingers, so you have to slow down a bit and take the time to get it right. It is simple to invoke humor or expression using your face or hand-movements when telling a story. However, when writing a story you must be skilled at making your point (whether sad, or funny, or inspirational) using only words and punctuation. And you don't even get to read those words aloud to your reader ... you must hope that they can hear your voice.

Initially, I borrowed this book from the Public Library. I will be purchasing my own copy because I know I will refer back to it time and time again. That is how much I loved and appreciated this book. StephenKing is a natural teacher, and he has much to share. Do you want to learn from him?
Author: jill
•8:18 PM
Alcohol can make you do some really stupid things, don't you think? Even though it can be a part of a really fun night, it can also lead to some very stupid decisions. Don't deny it ... it's happened to you, too.

When I was in University, some bad decisions were made. What? No, no ... not by me ... by a couple of guys I knew. And, although I was not involved in these decisions, I heard about them the next day. Everyone heard about them the next day.

It all started with a David Wilcox concert at the University of Windsor. Do you remember him, David Wilcox? He was super popular on the University Campus tour circuit in the late '80s and early '90s. As I said, the evening started with a concert at the University pub, and then these two guys, who were friends of mine during University, decided that they needed something to eat. 'Cause everyone is hungry after a night of drinking at the local pub, right? Here is where the first of the stupid decisions occurs ... they decide to drive to a restaurant.

It is important to know that the restaurant they chose is on a 4-lane road ... the road that leads to and from the US boarder crossing. In fact, it is the busiest boarder crossing IN THE WORLD, heavily travelled by transport trucks at all hours of the day and night. I can attest to this first hand because, as any University of Windsor student will tell you, it is difficult to adjust to the noise made by the truckers honking their horns and downshifting gears all through the night. Anyhow, when these two guys pulled out of the parking lot (after consuming more drinks while they ate), they turned into on-coming traffic. That's right, they were driving in the wrong direction ... on a busy four-lane roadway. Luckily, they immediately realized their mistake and quickly pulled into a driveway, out of the on-coming vehicles. 

They began to ease out of the driveway in their drunken stupidness, and backed right into the front of a transport truck. It crushed the back end of their small compact vehicle, but (under the pressure, I guess) the car popped up further in the driveway. The truck driver got out to ensure the two boys were all right; then, he left them. Now, at this point, wouldn't you be so scared that the only thing you would consider is to abandon your car until the next morning? Me, too ... but not these two.

They get back in their car and drive home. This is when the really, really bad decisions begin to occur. Upon arriving home, they discover the license plate to their vehicle has been knocked off in the collision with the transport truck. They decide to go back to the scene of the accident and get the license plate ... because they are afraid that if the police find it, they will know about the accident.  And then they could get into trouble. So, they drive the completely destroyed compact vehicle back to the very busy four-lane roadway and the scene of the accident to look for the license plate ... because they are afraid they are going to get in trouble from the police. Of course, the police happen upon the drunk boys and arrest my friend for DUI.

Yes, alcohol can cloud your judgment, resulting in bad decisions. The book I just finished made me remember my friend's DUI arrest.

I just read Black Water by Joyce Carol Oates. This was not a bad decision, nor was it clouded by the consumption of alcohol. In fact, it was an excellent decision on my part.

Although Oates denies it, it seems to me that Black Water is closely based on the incidents that occurred at Chappaquiddick. Again, in my opinion, Chappaquiddick was the result of poor decisions as a result of drinking copious amounts of alcohol. The panic. The fear. The very bad decisions. The protection of an image and a family name.

Have you read all the details surrounding Chappaquiddick? It is fascinating ... you cannot make up stuff like that.

Black Water details the final hour(s) in the life of Kelly Kelleher, a 26-year-old political junkie who wrote her Master's Thesis on The Senator, as he is known throughout the story. When she meets the Senator at a party, she is enamoured by him immediately. And he becomes interested in her, as well - even though she is young enough to be his daughter. They leave the party together, the Senator trying to balance his drink and Kelly trying to balance her hesitation with the opportunity she has been presented with. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Kelly does consider an evening with The Senator as an opportunity ... but she's not a gold-digger. She does not want money, she does not want fame. She is truly inspired by him and his vision for the future. She is in awe of him, but I don't think she really wants anything from him, other than for him to think she is smart and an asset to his political team. However, I think you can guess The Senator's interest in a young girl.

Anyhow, they become lost in the dark and The Senator drives off the road into a river ... a dark, black, swampy river. As she awaits his return (with help), Kelly reminisces about earlier in the evening with The Senator as well as some memorable occasions in her life ... until "the black water filled her lungs and she died."

The brilliance of Joyce Carol Oates shines through in the way that she makes the reader feel as though s/he is in the car with Kelly, fighting against the black, smelly water. It's eery, really. Oates makes note of things like the radio suddenly going quiet, the crickets being the only noise. It forces the reader to think about the sounds Kelly listened to as she drowned ... or the silence around her, except for perhaps the running narrative in her head. She details the taste of the dirty black water and its foul, smelly odour, as well. The gasoline in the water. It interests me (as a wanna-be writer) the way in which a few well-placed words can make you feel as though you are experiencing the same thing as the character(s).

There is something about Joyce Carol Oates that draws me to her. And for a reason I have yet to discover, I just find her fascinating. I was first introduced to her when I was in University ... many years ago. I had an assignment to write an essay on a book of my choosing. Somehow, in the vast University library, I found Wonderland by Oates. And, I absolutely loved it ... it's a great read. Plus, I got an A on my paper ... the first A that I ever received on a University essay. I should have realized then that if you feel a connection with something, then you can write about it easily. The words just seem to come ...

But I did learn something from writing that essay ... Joyce Carol Oates was a professor in the English Department at The University of Windsor in the late '60s and into the '70s. In fact, when I went to discuss my essay with my professor, he told me that he worked with Oates when she taught at Windsor. And for some reason, the fact that she once taught at my school made me feel close to her. Which is ridiculous, of course; because I've never met her. But I would love to ... in fact, I would probably burst with excitement if I could ever meet with her.

In reality, the only way I'll really get to know her is through her writing ... so I will continue to read what she has written. A few months ago, I found a copy of her fourth novel, Them, which was published in 1969 ... during the same time she was a professor at The University of Windsor, and it was the same year I was born. I cannot wait to read it, but now I want to read Wonderland again. What's a girl to do? Read them both, I guess ...

Pick up something by Joyce Carol Oates ... surrender yourself to her.

Author: jill
•10:01 AM
In 1910, at the second International Conference of Working Women, a woman named Clara Zetkin, brought forth the idea of selecting one day, each year, in which every country in the world would recognize and celebrate women, coming together to work toward their advancement. The idea was met with unanimous enthusiasm and the International Women's Day was born.

The very first International Women's Day was held on March 18, 1911. Today is the 99th year it will be celebrated.

I am a strong believer that a woman can do anything a man can do. I believe that a woman could be the one to find the cure for cancer; I believe a woman could build a garden shed - if she wanted to; and I believe that nobody can kiss away the hurt, better than a woman. And, I also believe that my daughters can do whatever they set their minds to - professionally or personally. They will have many opportunities afforded to them. But it has not always been that way for women. So, take some time today and appreciate the women of the world, and the things they have accomplished. The Moms and the Gramas, those who have risen to the tops of their professions, those who struggle, those who lead, those who teach, those who heal, those who you admire for whatever reason. Celebrate their greatness, and not just because they are women, but because of who they are as people.

In acknowledgement of International Women's Day, I decided to investigate the women of Canada. I could write about my Mom, or my mother-in-law, or my Grama, or a neighbour that was a great friend to me when I was a teenager - they are all truly great women and wonderful role models. But I wanted to reach out, broaden my knowledge of the women who had made a difference in Canada, and I was drawn to one woman in particular ... the first woman to sell more than one million copies of her book. And guess what? Hers was the first book written by any Canadian author to do it - man or woman.

Margaret Marshall Saunders was born on May 18, 1861 in Nova Scotia. She grew up the daughter of a minister and co-founded the Maritime Branch of the Canadian Women's Press Club with Lucy Maude Montgomery. Who is Lucy Maude Montgomery, you ask? She wrote the Anne of Green Gables series - I'm sure you've heard of it, especially if you were once a little girl who grew up in Canada.

While visiting her sister in Meaford, Ontario, Ms. Saunders heard the story of a rescued dog, who had been horribly abused, and was inspired to write Beautiful Joe. The tale is told in the voice of the dog, and has been selected as one of the top-ten children's books in Canada. It was first published in 1893, and by the 1930's had sold more than 7 million copies world wide. It was also the first Canadian novel to be translated into Esperanto, and then later into fourteen different languages. Not bad for a woman who originated from a small town on the east coast of Canada.

I think I have located a copy of Beautiful Joe, so you can expect that it will be one of those substitutes I have talked about previously.

Ms. Saunders spent her life advocating for women's rights and the humane treatment of animals; she continued writing as well. Her home was always filled with pets, and she liked to name them after the location they were found; my favourite is a little doggy named Johnny Doorstep. Ms. Saunders died on February 15, 1945, at her home in Toronto. She was eighty-five years old.

And so, I will spend some moments today thinking of all the great women I know ... and some I wish I had met.
Author: jill
•10:44 AM
I finally have an assignment. I must write about that which I am passionate.

For me, this is easy … words. That’s right, I have a passion for words – to say them, to read them, and especially, to write them. I strive to find just the right one that perfectly conveys the message, the thought, the feeling, the idea.

Words are really powerful, and once used, they cannot be un-said or un-read; so they must be used with caution. Words teach me things and they help me to teach others what I have learned.

I bet you never thought that much about words, did you?

I say words a lot. I always have. When I was in elementary school, you would often find my name written on the chalkboard under the heading, Chatterboxes. I’m chatty, what can I say? I say words to empathize, to instruct, to vent, to disclose. I say a lot of words a lot of the time.

Reading words has been a passion since I was a little girl. My Dad likes to joke that I missed out on many family vacations because I had my head buried in a book. I read words to learn new things and for entertainment, and sometimes, I get so lost in them, I forget about everything else. Now I am reading the words in one hundred books in one year … and I am often lost in them.

I write words to express myself because people get bored always listening to my words … so I write them down instead. Writing words can convey feelings, memories, thoughts, ideas and sometimes it is scary to put yourself out there, kind of nakedly, for others to see. But, it’s a chance I’m willing to take.

I am passionate about words.


This post was written in application for Mabel's Labels BlogHer '10 Contest.
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Author: jill
•10:18 AM
Don't you just love the word, catalyst? It is a uniquely spelled word, and it is fun to say, too. Catalyst. Dictionary.com defines it as a person or thing that precipitates an event or change. Matt Jones has been a catalyst for our family.

He and I have been through so many things together ... super excellent things and really, really bad things. But, we have done them together. Sometimes, we feed off each other - one's enthusiasm for something or, at times, a dislike for something. We make each other laugh, when laughing does not seem possible. We know when to give each other space to figure things out on our own. Wait ... only Jonesy knows how to do this. My approach is more to ask a number of questions until I know what the core of the issue is, and then I back off and let him figure it out on his own, while I secretly solve the problem in my own way. Occasionally, we teach each other things. We always support each other.

So, when Jonesy told me that he was going to eat only raw food for one month, I was cautiously supportive. Cautiously, because I immediately understood that this was not to be taken lightly. Food intake is important because it is the fuel that keeps our bodies running. And, if you do not get the proper nutrition, your body can suffer. My "cautious-ness" (if that is actually a word) stems from my need to control, mixed with my own personality. I am not a "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" kind of girl. I had not researched how to eat a raw diet and maintain a good level of health. I knew it could be done, but I did not know how; thus, the cautious-ness. But, guess what? Jonesy did an enormous amount of preparation, and he taught me how to do it.

I quickly learned, however, that I could not eat only raw food. I enjoy a number of foods in their raw state, but I also enjoy cooked food, too. Stir fries, hot lattes, cooked grains, pasta, muffins, cookies, granola - these are all things I must have in my life diet. I did enjoy some of the things Jonesy prepared, though; and we discovered some tasty new foods. But, we'll talk more about that later.

When he began his challenge on February 1st, I was acutely aware of what he was eating. Partially to make sure that he was eating enough, but also because I was interested in what he was putting together. I felt bad cooking food and then eating it in front of him. I felt guilty for making his favourites, like spaghetti or baking cookies. But, I got over it; because I had to. We, the kids and I, couldn't not eat. So, I just continued on with my normal Mommy business, knowing that it would just be for the month of February. But would it end there?

I could see it was difficult for him at times. Like when I baked or tried a new recipe. But he never complained or whined. Not once. I think we all know that I would have weeped on a regular basis. Of course, I cry over many things; but, let me assure you that if (by some miracle) Jonesy baked ooey-gooey chocolatey chip cookies and I could not have any .... I would have weeped. And whined. But not him ... he was tough and manly because whining is a sign of weakness of you are a boy. Maybe you didn't know that. He had some tough things to get through in February ... days associated with food ... that is cooked. Caiden's birthday cake, Super Bowl Sunday, Valentine's Day, two weeks of the Olympics with no chips and salsa ... honestly, I think he should have done it in March.

The only negative aspect of the whole experience was that we did not eat supper together anymore. I do not know if it was because it was difficult to watch the rest of eat pizza on Friday night, while he munched on his salad du jour; or, if his body was just on a different timetable. But whatever the reason, our family time at the supper table suffered and, for that reason alone, I did not like the raw experience. The kids - especially the girls - made note of the fact that their Daddy was not sitting at the table with us at supper time every night.

"When will Daddy eat supper with us again?" Marnie asked, a few nights at bedtime. "I like when we all sit together."

The most incredible thing happened, though. Because Jonesy made a change in his diet, many things changed in our household.

We all eat differently now. My children enjoy dried fruits regularly, different kinds of seeds, new grains; and, they are eager to try new foods. They ask for fruit for a snack. The other night after supper, instead asking for dessert (that is, something sweet/chocolatey), Caiden asked for a banana; which was followed by the girls each asking for a piece of fruit. My children have new-found energy, although I am not sure that is good thing ... I'll have to get back to you about that! I, too, have dramatically changed what I eat, thanks in part to Jonesy, the sugar-free cleanse I did in February and the new cookbook, Food Matters, by Mark Bittman.

We have discovered new foods that we love. For me, probably the most loved new food is King Mushrooms. I always loved mushrooms, but these mushrooms are so good. When slightly cooked, they become like silk in your mouth, almost melting. I have learned about different grains, like quinoa, and the flours they make ... like, kamut and spelt. Organic dried apricots and blueberries are new loves as well ... for me and the children. And, a recipe for salad dressing, made creamy by using avocado. Might make some for supper tonight ...

We organized our spices, and the cupboards, as I already told you about in an earlier post. We said goodbye to some things, and also purchased some new tools for the kitchen, like a salad spinner and the most perfect glass serving bowls; and we discovered Bernardin lids to turn some of the many unused (canning) jars we have in the basement, into storage containers.

Jonesy and I re-discovered our love of nuts. Pistachios, macademia, cashews, hazelnuts. Now, for you, these may be things you enjoy every day. But for us, because of Caiden's allergies, we have been terrified to have them in the house. Matt could not have gone raw without nuts, so he had to devise a way of having them in the house that we could feel comfortable with. The result is that we get to have nuts again, and I had forgotten how much I love them. Don't be afraid of nuts ... they are a healthy fat and can be part of weight-loss and healthful living.

The Bulkbarn. We discovered The Bulkbarn. I now make a separate grocery list for The Bulkbarn. Enough said.

From a personal standpoint, I feel so much better. I do not crave sugar and bread anymore. I do not feel weighted down anymore, or sluggish. I have energy to burn ... and maybe I'll actually exercise again! And, although I have not been trying to lose weight, an added bonus was discovered when I stepped on the scales. I have lost just shy of 10lbs in three weeks.

And, I read seven books; which has nothing to do with Jonesy or the raw diet. But, still, I did it in February.

So, February 2010 marked a month of great change in the Jones family. It is amazing how one seemingly small change can spark so many others. There is that word again ... catalyst. Jonesy is always trying to tell me that he is on the cutting edge of change ... perhaps he was right.

So, I bet you are wondering ... I know I was dying to know. What was the first cooked food Jonesy ate on March 1st? It was the homemade Granola ... it must have killing him when it was toasting in the oven!

Anyhow, I cannot wait to see what March brings. You know, I surmised what his challenge for February would be, before he announced it ... by the types of questions he would ask me, or things we would discuss, or the information he would share as he was learning. So this time, he has been very tight-lipped. No hints, no information shared. Other than, the challenge would take up one week of the month of March. I was really hoping that it would involve travel to a new country for March Break ... but he has assured me that is not the challenge. Well, there's always April, right?
Author: jill
•9:49 AM
He pulled into the parking lot and saw the line of waiting customers through the window. He hates waiting, but this was important. He grabbed the empty bottles from the trunk and took his place in line behind a chatty fellow.

"Guess we all had the same idea, at the same time," the man commented.

"Yeah ... it's like we all have something important to do this afternoon," Jonesy added. "At about three o'clock." The stranger chuckled and agreed. What they both knew was that the biggest game in Canadian hockey history was about to take place, and it would be almost impossible to enjoy without a nice cold beer. Plus, it might help to calm their nerves.

"I just came from the grocery store," the man shared. "People were wearing Team Canada hockey jersies, and high-fiving each other in the aisles. It was quite a scene."

Both men grabbed their box of beer, hesitated slightly, then decided to skip the high-five. Each knew how the other felt. We all felt the same.

Hockey pulls people together in our country; and not just during the Olympics, but every Saturday afternoon at arenas everywhere. Could you feel the excitement on Sunday? I thought our television was going to burst ... either with the pride exuding from athletes in Vancouver or from the anticipation of one of those hockey games that will go down in history. Hockey history.

And, the hockey game did not disappoint.

Have you ever hosted a really big party? Like, a huge party. The biggest party I have ever organized was my wedding. I imagine, it is the same for most people ... unless you are a party planner, which I think would be a super  fun job. I had different coloured file folders for each aspect of my wedding ... the dress, the flowers, the food, and so on. Yes, every single person who knew about them, made fun of me. But I didn't care because I knew where every piece of information about my wedding could be located ... receipts, pick-up times, dates, etc. And, my wedding went off without one glitch ... except that we ran out of time for a receiving line, so I spent the reception trying to ensure that I thanked each and every person for joining in our celebration. But the most important thing was that everyone had a great time ... and I know this because people made comment about it for years. One time, a friend remarked that she wished she had known me when I got married because she had heard such great things about our wedding.

It seems as though Canada hosted a great party. I think people had fun in Vancouver and Whistler, and they will talk about their experiences at the 2010 Winter Games for some time to come. Memories were made, friendships developed, records broken. Canada hosted an unforgettable party. Celebrities were interviewed and had wonderful things to say about our country ... the atmosphere, the people, the beauty of it. The Canadian people were said to be friendly, and helpful; the support for their athletes and the pride for their country was something not seen before. The same passion and enthusiasm could be found throughout the city. And it was all done without flaunting heavy artillary and with a smile on our faces.

Makes you feel good to be Canadian, doesn't it?

I was thinking about our country. We have so many wonderful things in our vast land; things that we take for granted, I think. Our country borders on two different oceans; we have an incredible stretch of mountains; we have an astounding bounty of farm land, rich soil for producing the food we eat. We have a thriving beer industry ... huge corporations, but also many small award-winning microbreweries, like Walkerville, right here in Windsor. Don't forget about the wineries that can be found throughout Canada. Jonesy and I thought it would make a fun holiday to travel around to all the different microbreweries and wineries ... learning about the process as well as the areas in which these business thrive. Fishing industry. Theatres. French culture ... we are a country with two official languages. Are there any other countries who can boast that? I am sure there are many other things about Canada that I have forgotten on my list. But, I can assure you that, if you want to go on a vacation, there are wonderful places to visit right here in Canada. There is no reason to leave "home" ... just go exploring.

I hope that the visitors from around the world enjoyed getting to know Canada a little bit. And, I hope they enjoyed the hockey game, too.

Author: jill
•9:28 AM
The best things in life are the ones that are unplanned and therefore, not anticipated. A movie you've never heard of ... a sale you happen upon ... a great restaurant you stumble into off the beaten path. Even though, I had been trying to get pregnant for six years, when I did it was very unexpected ... and one of the best things that has happened to me. I am sure that I will encounter many pleasant surprises on my journey while reading one hundred books in one year ... and I have already. But none like Ruth Reichl's Comfort Me with Apples.

Reichl is the current editor of Gourmet (magazine), and she lives in New York. You know, she seems like a really cool lady ... someone I would love to hang out with. Maybe have lunch, or shop for food together ... she could show me all the great places to get real food ... and reminisce about the people she has met on her many journeys to discover what food is all about. She strikes me as the kind of person who, upon picking up an eggplant in the market, is struck by a memory and would openly share it with her companion. I want to be that companion. When I started to read Comfort Me with Apples, I didn't know who Reichl was ... never heard of her, never read anything she had written - restaurant/food review or otherwise. But now I feel like I have made a friend.

The book flutters between the movement toward real and local food in California during the late 1970s and early 1980s, and Reichl's own personal obstacles. It is beautifully written, in a way that makes you feel connected to her and take new appreciation for really good local food. And, in a sneaky kinda way, she teaches you things along the way.

Reichl travels all over the world, researching food and local culinary successes. For her, tasting food is like an epiphany. She often closes her eyes and gets lost in the food ... experiences every part of it, from the moment it touches her lips until it is lost down her throat. And, she is fearless because she will eat anything ... frogs in China, baby eels in Spain, brains anywhere she can get them. There were several things that I would never eat ... Jonesy would happily try unusual food, but you would have to trick me. In fact, on several occasions, Reichl is told to put something in her mouth before the food item is revealed. As fun as that may be for some, I would have to pass. I am too much of a control freak ... but wish I could be more free-spirited, like Reichl.

Reichl's views are along the same lines as the ones I have been writing/reading about in the past couple of weeks. Know where your food comes from ... and then enjoy it for what it is. Eat seasonally. Eat with friends - this is very important. You know, when a foodie encourages you to enjoy your food, they want you to sit down and take pleasure in what you are eating. Appreciate it. We all love brownies, right? But grabbing one off the counter and scarfing it down while running out the door to pick the kids up at school, is not the same as sitting at the table, fork in hand, and actually tasting what you are eating ... maybe pairing it with some fruit or a dessert wine. As soon as I am done with this restrictive cleanse, I look forward to sitting down with something appetizing and taking pleasure in it. Because let's be honest, sugar-free muffins and sugar-free chai lattes, are not that appetizing.

Ruth Reichl inpired me. She inspired me to keep writing. As I read about the assignments she was handed, I was so envious. So envious. I wish someone would hand me a project, and then pay me to write about it. I know now that this is something I would love to do ... but starting at the age of forty? Oh ... why do I make things so hard on myself?

Reichl makes the point that the food is not the only part of the story ... it's the people around the food. The people who make the food, the people who prepare the food, the people who share the food. That is what I love writing about ... making things personal and real for the person who is reading them. Some common thread that draws the reader in. 

There are some recipes included in the book as well. The ones that took on some special meaning ... some that I cannot wait to make. Like Channing Way Shrimp Curry, and Asparagus with Balamic Vinegar, and Miang Kam (Shrimp Lettuce Rolls) and Raspberry Ice Cream. Oh, and the Apricot Pie. Does anyone know an apricot farmer in Southwest Ontario?

I was moved to tears at the end of the book ... pick this one up ... you will not be disappointed. And check out Ruth Reichl's website to "sample" some of her writing ...
Author: jill
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Did you watch the Opening Ceremonies of the 2010 Oympic Games in Vancouver? I am so proud to be Canadian. I am proud of our vast land and the people who inhabit it. I would not want to live anywhere else in the world. I love to visit other countries and cultures, but I always love to return home. Anyhow, there are lots of places to visit right in my own country ... lots of places I have not seen yet as a matter of fact.

The athletes parade into the arena, their eyes filled with wonderment and excitement for the possibilities. And the future. They are full of hope and ready to capitalize on their commitment. They have spent their young lives training and dedicating themselves to their sport - motivated by hope of Gold Medal, but they do it for their country, too. Imagine dedicating yourself to something wholly, until finally the day arrives and you get to test yourself. And show off what you can do. They have missed out on school activities, and dates,and parties, and sleepovers. So, for them, this is like the ultimate prom, with friends from around the world. The unfortunate thing is that everyone from your "school" shows up in the same dress.

I am not athletic. I was never a part of any team. I guess I always wanted to make sure my hair looked good and that I did not sweat in front of any cute guys. Silly ... but I was a teenager ... what else can I tell you? I have enjoyed the thrill of athletics through Jonesy and his stories of the glory days. The Junior Maroons were like Gods in our small town ... again, silly ... but we were teenagers ... what else can I say? Jonesy remembers his life revolving around hockey, and his hockey buddies. During hockey season, he had time for school and the Maroons ... and not always prioritized in that order. I think the boys were allowed to be late for school if they had a game out of town the night before ... the Vice Principal was a Junior Maroon veteran himself, you see. Certain benefits were extended, and missing first period to sleep in was one of them.

So, can we all catch the spirit? Not just the spirit of the Olympic Games, but the spirit to fill our own eyes with wonderment. And excite ourselves about the possibilities of our own futures. Make something happen for yourself ... it's never to late ... you're never too young or old to start. Come on ... you can do it! I'm goin to ... 

"I believe the time is right now; to stand tall and make the world proud; I believe together we'll fly; I believe in the power of you and I."