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Category: Life & Spirit

a suitcase full of ‘wrong notes’ . . .

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We just heard an anecdote about pianists that some of you might enjoy. It appeared during “The Art of Piano,” a YouTube documentary almost 2 hours long which featured a generation of pianists gone by (Paderewski, Sergei Rachmaninoff, Josef Hofman, Alfred Cortot, Sviatoslav Richter, Claudio Arrau, Artur Rubenstein, Vladimir Horowitz and Emil Gilels among others including Edwin Fischer.)

Someone described a conversation between Clara Haskil, (a noted pianist in her own right and accompanist to Arthur Grumiaux, the violinist) and her companion on a train travelling in Europe. During the ride, the two musicians noted and discussed numerous pianists and what they thought of them. When they got to Edwin Fischer, Haskil said, “Oh, but he plays so many wrong notes! more than anyone we listen to.”

As they got up to disembark the train, a gentleman stood up in front of them who turned out to be none other than Edwin Fischer who had been sitting in the next compartment unbeknownst to Haskil and her friend. He turned to them with a smile and asked if they would help him lift his large suitcase from the upper luggage rack, saying it was very heavy because “it contains all of my wrong notes!”

Numerous contemporary pianists such as Daniel Barenboim, Evgeny Kissin and Piotr Anderdrewski commented on the pianists of yore. And even though the documentary was much longer than we had anticipated, there were notable omissions, at least to me: Dinu Lipatti, Jorge Bolet and Rudolf Serkin.

But it was worthwhile watching– and we thought the little tale about the suitcase containing wrong notes was very funny.

Here’s a link to “Art of Piano”

a jimmy carter meal . . .

jimmy carter mealI read that Jimmy Carter, who has just learned that he has cancer, likes to visit a favorite diner where he lives in Plains, Georgia (Mimmie’s Restaurant) and always orders the same thing: “three vegetables, cornbread and a glass of buttermilk.”

We wish Jimmy Carter well! He’s led by example and pounded the nails at Habitat, worked in the fields and still teaches classes in Sunday School. He hasn’t just signed checks and made speeches as a philanthropist – he’s “been there and done that” for decades since he was President of the United States. At ninety years old, he and Rosalynn are fortunate they’ve had each other while sharing their life journey for so long.

And tonight, we’re going to have a Jimmy Carter meal for supper!

Our vegetables will be leek/cucumber soup, pale green squash, creamed fresh corn and cornbread. I’ll probably have a cold glass of buttermilk too! The soup has already simmered and is cooling on the stove ready to be processed in the blender. I’ll make the cornbread later in the afternoon while catching up on how the PGA tournament is going. And the squash and creamed corn will be prepared right before we sit down to eat.

I’ve discovered a way to cook supermarket corn on the cob which is not usually as sweet nor as fresh as that found at farm stands. But if one doesn’t have time to run around, it’ll definitely do. We husk the corn and make sure that there are no silk strands adhering to the cob; then cut the kernels off the cob with a sharp, serrated paring knife. (the kernels like to hop all over the place but are easily picked up on the countertop if you line it with paper towels.) For 3 ears, I melt about a third of a stick of unsalted butter in a skillet and simmer the kernels gently to absorb the butter. Then, I’ll add about a spoonful of agave nectar (sugarless sweetener) which is the secret of this recipe – others might want to add some light brown sugar. As it cooks and combines, I’ll add about 3 tablespoons of cream towards the end and stir it in along with Maldon sea salt and coarse pepper. The corn thickens slightly with the cream in it and I serve the corn in small bowls alongside the rest of the meal.

It’s so satisfying to eat simple meals from fresh vegetable bounty during the summer and in the heat, it’s refreshing to start with a cool cucumber soup! An added treat after our meal is a key lime pie that I made yesterday (G. squeezed and zested the limes!) which is chilling in the refrigerator. I’ve started whipping cream for the topping right before we serve the pie, so we’ll have that to look forward to while we’re eating our “Jimmy Carter” meal for supper tonight.

Here’s hoping that Jimmy Carter’s remaining days will be filled with as much goodwill and heart as he and Rosalynn have extended to so many for so long.

summer eating . . .

zucchini batter

This morning, I looked at the wooden bowl of summer vegetables on the soapstone countertop to reflect on what to have for supper. There were three small zucchini that cried out for attention and four artichokes from Trader Joe’s. Midday, I boiled the artichokes and let them cool. I took the leaves off for us to eat as usual with curry mayonnaise. Trimmed the hearts and sliced them into thirds to saute in olive oil, fresh garlic and meyer lemon juice. I was surprised at how small the harvest of artichoke hearts looked and hoped they were worth it.artichoke hearts with lemon

On a box grater, I shredded the zucchini along with a third of a vidalia onion. Squeezed juice from the zucchini until it was dry. Mixed the vegetables in a spongeware bowl with 1/2 cup of Aunt Jemima Pancake mix (yep! always good and reliable too); 1/2 cup of yellow cornmeal, 2 teaspoons of baking powder, 2 eggs and enough whole milk to make a batter that wasn’t too thick nor too thin. Sprinkled the batter with Lawry’s garlic salt and coarse pepper and let it sit while we ate the artichoke leaves.

Then, I cooked the savory zucchini pancakes. I used a medium size skillet because I wanted the pancakes to be about five inches across. We each had two pancakes with a little melted butter drizzled with maple syrup. So glad to eat a couple of vegetable side dishes for our dinner!

And there’s still some zucchini batter left which I’m thinking I’ll use for breakfast or lunch tomorrow too.

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synchronicity to the max! . . .

anna & grammy

We just had a wonderful dinner visit with our granddaughter, Anna who will be going back to Johns Hopkins University in a couple of weeks.

I wanted to play the Schumann piece, “Abschied”  for her and as I started playing, I heard her say, “I know this piece!” and then she started whistling the melody at the same time as I played it! Turns out she studies to classical music at school and this somewhat obscure piece was downloaded from Spotify and saved in her phone on one of her playlists. So, it turns out that she was listening to the piece before I came across it and started playing it on the piano!

Afterwards, over fudge brownie frozen yogurt, we downloaded playlists from my ITunes music library (>90 selections) to a new flashdrive which she took with her when she left. We couldn’t get over the coincidence of her familiarity with the Schumann piece that I played for her!

I happened to have a spare CD with the Schumann piece on it, and it was playing in her car as she pulled out of our driveway. Synchronicity to the max for sure!

Postscript: here’s a YouTube link to Claudio Arrau playing “Abschied” :

 

 

 

a tuesday to remember . . .

Noho flowersToday, my daughter and I spent the day together, driving out to our alma mater town, Northampton, MA. where both of us went to school, a generation apart.

On Tuesdays from April to November on Tuesdays, a farmers’ market opens in the town’s courtyard at 1:30 p.m., the bounty of which comes from the rich soil of the Pioneer Valley (Connecticut River) in the surrounding area.

Even though there are only about a dozen vendors, the selection is of superior quality, ranging from vegetables to flowers, organic eggs and baked goods including small fruit tarts for dessert. Today, we had a leisurely lunch at our favorite Japanese restaurant, the Osaka and finished just in time to go to the market when it opened.Noho 2

It was a good thing too, because a thundershower front which looked ominously dark approached us. We made it out of town just in time, sharing a fresh fruit tart and iced coffee in the car. When we drew into our yard, the thunder began to roll in while we ran from the car with our bounty before the rain came down in a torrent of water.  Noho eggs

What a wonderful day it’s been – filled with music that I played at home and then in the car as we chatted and caught up on our activities while she’s been in Europe on vacation these last few weeks. We’re planning to get together again next week to see Meryl Streep and Rick Springfield in “Ricki and the Flash,” a movie about a mother who abandons her children while they’re young to follow her dream of singing with her rock band.

The thunderstorms rolled through the state, large hail falling and trees being uprooted all around us. But we moved through the day under a halo of sun that didn’t darken until we got home, safe and sound.

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appreciation . . .

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Sometimes people don’t see eye to eye. And sometimes, trying to explain oneself just makes things worse. That’s too bad because each point of view seems to be sincere and innocent. That is, nobody set out to make things difficult or hard to understand for the other. That’s what’s called a “misunderstanding.”

I’ve had this happen in my family. . . a lot, it seems. I used to chalk it up to a propensity for some people not to be able to admit that they were wrong. Or to take responsibility if they don’t feel that their intention was not amiss but somebody’s feelings got hurt in the process anyhow. Hard to take responsibility when you didn’t mean it in the first place when it turns out you’ve hurt somebody’s feelings.

I come from a place where I’ll take blame before anyone else — even more than my share of blame has been my impulse in the past. But lately, I’ve stopped doing that so much. I’ve come to a place where when I have been sincere and authentic, there isn’t much more that I can do to persuade somebody else different from what they want to believe: about themselves, or about me.

Friendship is made up of a zillion pieces of a mosaic like this. For someone who doesn’t have a lot of friends, my experience is limited. At my age, however, it’s probably more important to be authentic than it is to hold out for friendship. After all, isn’t that what friends are for?

 

 

fresh as can be . . .

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local peaches

farm fresh eggs

farmer’s market bounty from northampton on tuesdays! an added bonus to making the drive west is having a sushi lunch at the osaka restaurant, a hop, skip and a jump up the hill from where the farmer’s market sets up at 1:30 p.m. WEBS, a prime source for knitting yarn is also located nearby.

made fresh peach ice cream last night (more like a sherbert) and trying out mark bittman’s recipe for crustless quiche in ramekins with these gorgeous eggs and gruyere cheese for supper tonight.

http://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1017528-crustless-quiche

“Limitation” . . .

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The I-Ching (Wilhelm/Baynes edition, Princeton University Press) says about

“Limitation” Hexagram 60:

The Judgment:  Limitation. Success. Galling Limitation must not be persevered in.

             Limitations are troublesome, but they are effective. If we live economically in normal times, we are prepared for times of want. To be sparing saves us from humiliation. Limitations are also indispensable in the regulation of world conditions. In nature there are fixed limits for summer and winter, day and night, and these limits give the year its meaning. In the same way, economy, by setting fixed limits upon expenditures, acts to preserve property and prevent injury to the people. 

            But in limitation we must observe due measure. If a person should seek to impose galling limitations upon his own nature, it would be injurious. And if a person should go too far in imposing limitations on others, they would rebel. Therefore it is necessary to set limits even upon limitation. 

Six in the fourth place means:  Contented Limitation. Success.

             Every limitation has its value, but a limitation that requires persistent effort entails a cost of too much energy. When, however, the limitation is a natural one (as for example, the limitation by which water flows only downhill), it necessarily leads to success, for then it means a saving of energy. The energy that otherwise would be consumed in a vain struggle with the object, is applied wholly to the benefit of the matter in hand, and success is assured.”

 

 

“farewell” . . .

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Okay so today, I take back every complaint I’ve ever made about the music composed by Robert Schumann.

I had discovered “Abschied” (“Farewell”) the last piece in his composition, “Waldszenen” (“In the Forest”) played by Clara Haskil over the weekend.

This morning, I located the score online and printed it out to sightread at the piano. Here it is performed by Sviatoslav Richter.

 

 

 

a special occasion for no good reason . . .

Morandi pottery bottles

Except for the reason that I felt like putting these pottery bottles out today after saving them for a few years, it felt like a good way to celebrate the day. Some firecracker orange-red daylilies from the front garden spiced them up a bit. I purchased them because they reminded me of the austere, modest still-life paintings that the Italian painter, Giorgio Morandi painted over and over again.

Enjoy the day!