The recipe given for the appetizer in The New York Bartender's Guide involves only two ingredients: Dubonnet rouge and freshly squeezed orange juice. The quantity of OJ indicated is unusual. Whereas most of the book's ingredients are expressed in specific terms of ounces, an appetizer simply requires the juice of one orange.
Fortunately, my wife ended up with six already peeled oranges one day that needed immediate squeezing. So, there was enough for our cocktails with plenty left over for the girl, making everyone happy. To me, few things are more inherently magical than fresh OJ, pulp and all, and our daughter has inherited that love.
The result was most pleasant. The Dubonnet supplies the color and enough grape flavor to complement the orange without being overpowered.
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song over hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
The Cephalopod Coffeehouse: March 2018 Blog List
Greetings to all! I hope you'll join us for the next installment of
the Cephalopod Coffeehouse, an online gathering of bloggers who love
books. The next meeting is set for Friday, March 30th. If you're
interested, please sign on to the link list at the end of this post.
The idea is simple: on the last Friday of each month, post about the best book you've finished over the past month while visiting other bloggers doing the same. In this way, we'll all have the opportunity to share our thoughts with other enthusiastic readers. Please join us:
The idea is simple: on the last Friday of each month, post about the best book you've finished over the past month while visiting other bloggers doing the same. In this way, we'll all have the opportunity to share our thoughts with other enthusiastic readers. Please join us:
Friday, February 23, 2018
Cephalopod Coffeehouse: February 2018
Welcome one and all to the Cephalopod Coffeehouse, a cozy gathering of
book lovers, meeting to discuss their thoughts regarding the works they
enjoyed most over the previous month. Pull up a chair, order your
cappuccino and join in the fun. If you wish to add your own review to
the conversation, please sign on to the link list at the end of my post.
Title: The Theory of Poker
Author: David Sklansky
I first learned to play poker on an airplane. I was flying home from my grandmother's in Cleveland. The kid next to me was also an unaccompanied minor so the airline sat us together. He was quite friendly. He was from Las Vegas so, naturally, he taught me how to play poker.
It wasn't until much later that I learned to play properly with the subtleties of betting, bluffing and so forth. In recent years, I've been playing with relative frequency. We have an annual game in our neighborhood. My teacher friends - mostly the old broomball crowd (see here) - also used to play a lot, though less so as small children have entered many of their lives. While I have enjoyed occasional success with both groups, I am eager to improve my game.
David Sklansky is a professional poker player and the author or co-author of 13 books on gambling. The Theory of Poker was first published in 1987. It is now in its fourth edition, eleventh printing. It is chock full of sound advice - in fact, way more than I could possibly absorb in a single reading. Long term, though, I think it will serve as a strong reference. In the meantime, the book has helped me to look at the game in a different light. I have, quite deliberately, established a certain persona at the table and now I need to learn how best to take advantage of it.
No, I'm not going to share any specifics about how I might alter my strategy. There is, after all, the remote possibility that one of my real world friends might actually read my blog! I can't go carelessly divulging such sensitive material.
I do, in fact, have games coming up with both groups. The neighborhood gathering comes first: $20 buy in, second place wins back his money, first place takes the rest. I've never won but I've come in second three times. It reminds me of that old joke: when they voted for Most Likely to Be Runner-Up, I came in second.
Please join us and share your own review of your best read from the past month. This month's link list is below. I'll keep it open until the end of the day. I'll post March's tomorrow. Meetings are the last Friday of each month. Next gathering is March 30th.
Title: The Theory of Poker
Author: David Sklansky
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It wasn't until much later that I learned to play properly with the subtleties of betting, bluffing and so forth. In recent years, I've been playing with relative frequency. We have an annual game in our neighborhood. My teacher friends - mostly the old broomball crowd (see here) - also used to play a lot, though less so as small children have entered many of their lives. While I have enjoyed occasional success with both groups, I am eager to improve my game.
David Sklansky is a professional poker player and the author or co-author of 13 books on gambling. The Theory of Poker was first published in 1987. It is now in its fourth edition, eleventh printing. It is chock full of sound advice - in fact, way more than I could possibly absorb in a single reading. Long term, though, I think it will serve as a strong reference. In the meantime, the book has helped me to look at the game in a different light. I have, quite deliberately, established a certain persona at the table and now I need to learn how best to take advantage of it.
No, I'm not going to share any specifics about how I might alter my strategy. There is, after all, the remote possibility that one of my real world friends might actually read my blog! I can't go carelessly divulging such sensitive material.
I do, in fact, have games coming up with both groups. The neighborhood gathering comes first: $20 buy in, second place wins back his money, first place takes the rest. I've never won but I've come in second three times. It reminds me of that old joke: when they voted for Most Likely to Be Runner-Up, I came in second.
Please join us and share your own review of your best read from the past month. This month's link list is below. I'll keep it open until the end of the day. I'll post March's tomorrow. Meetings are the last Friday of each month. Next gathering is March 30th.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Squid Mixes: Bushranger
A bushranger combines light rum, Dubonnet rouge and Angostura bitters with a lemon twist. My recipe from The New York Bartender's Guide puts the rum and Dubonnet in 4:3 ratio. I'm always impressed by how the bitters, even in tiny quantity, plays such a defining role in the flavoring of any drink. In the bushranger, the Dubonnet, a wine-based aperitif, brings out the warmth of the bitters more than the other way around. The end result is pleasantly sweet and sufficiently wintery according to my wife.
Bushrangers were escaped convicts during the early British settlement of Australia. In national folklore, they represent rebellion against authority. While the drink is presumably Australian in origin, I couldn't find a precise history.
Bushrangers were escaped convicts during the early British settlement of Australia. In national folklore, they represent rebellion against authority. While the drink is presumably Australian in origin, I couldn't find a precise history.
Friday, February 16, 2018
A Window Above: Appalachian Spring
Piece: Appalachian Spring
Composer: Aaron Copland
Premier: October 30, 1944, Washington D.C.
Side 1 of the tape from Grandma - see here.
Even before I got the tape, I was well-acquainted with the piece's main theme, "Simple Gifts", from my quasi-Quaker upbringing at the Tree Farm (see here). I've always been especially fond of the French horn blast at the piece's climax. At least, it's a French horn in the recording I first knew. I've heard it as a trumpet (less effective) in others. Our daughter recently played part of the piece, Variations on a Shaker Melody, in her youth orchestra. Once again, the music on Grandma's tape has passed on to a fourth generation.
The piece was originally commissioned by Martha Graham to accompany a ballet of the same name. The ballet was first performed at the Library of Congress on a set designed by Isamu Noguchi. Copland won the Pulitzer Prize for Music for the work.
Appalachian Spring was initially scored for a 13-piece chamber orchestra. Here is a performance with the original instrumentation:
Finally, here is a taste of the ballet:
Composer: Aaron Copland
Premier: October 30, 1944, Washington D.C.
Side 1 of the tape from Grandma - see here.
Even before I got the tape, I was well-acquainted with the piece's main theme, "Simple Gifts", from my quasi-Quaker upbringing at the Tree Farm (see here). I've always been especially fond of the French horn blast at the piece's climax. At least, it's a French horn in the recording I first knew. I've heard it as a trumpet (less effective) in others. Our daughter recently played part of the piece, Variations on a Shaker Melody, in her youth orchestra. Once again, the music on Grandma's tape has passed on to a fourth generation.
The piece was originally commissioned by Martha Graham to accompany a ballet of the same name. The ballet was first performed at the Library of Congress on a set designed by Isamu Noguchi. Copland won the Pulitzer Prize for Music for the work.
Appalachian Spring was initially scored for a 13-piece chamber orchestra. Here is a performance with the original instrumentation:
Finally, here is a taste of the ballet:
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Squid Mixes: Cossack
A cossack combines vodka, cognac, lime juice and bar sugar. My recipe, as usual, came from The New York Barternder's Guide. The lime flavor predominates. If I've learned one thing about flavor from all of this drink mixing, it's that few tastes can compete with citrus.
I first learned about the Cossacks of Ukraine and southern Russia in my Russian history class in high school. I wrote briefly about the class in this post from (gulp!) nearly five years ago. The teacher was known to all of us as the Tsar. He was, without a doubt, the best teacher I've ever had - old school, lecture style and thoroughly captivating. Within the context of the classroom, we were all assigned roles. We all began as peasants but those who kissed up to him became nobles. The nobles claimed serfs - I was a serf. A particularly artful class clown might attain the much coveted title of Village Idiot. One friend of mine managed to become Village Priest, highly amusing as the student himself was the son of a rabbi. The Cossack was the class military cop, the very role performed by many Cossacks in Tsarist Russia.
Late last year, the Tsar passed away. The outpouring of grief on social media from devoted students spanning decades was impressive, though hardly surprising. Long live the Tsar!
We had a loss in our own home this past month. The Little Squirt in the photo above is now our only cat. The Big Lug has passed on - diabetes took a brutal toll in the end. He entered our family as an impulse purchase. We walked into a pet store to buy fish food. Instead, we fell in love with a little grey kitten, buried under a couple of his sleeping crate-mates. He was not the easiest roommate at first. He was obnoxious to our two older females and was the toughest sell when our human child entered the mix. But he was unfailingly loving with us and was the softest cat I've ever known. He and my wife had a particularly nice bond. As she said, she always knew exactly what he wanted and to his credit, he was never an especially demanding cat - a man of simple pleasures.
Eventually, the two older cats died and he was clearly unhappy on his own. After a couple lonely years, we adopted the Little Squirt and the Lug fared much better as an older brother. The Squirt adored him and he was surprisingly tolerant of her. All the manifestations of his anxiety disappeared.
Fifteen years is a long time to share a home with someone. Indeed, I lived with the Lug for nearly as long as I lived with my older sister. The house isn't the same without him. There is talk of adding another cat sometime though we may try to get the current resident's weight under control first. Unfortunately, the Squirt is no longer so little.
I first learned about the Cossacks of Ukraine and southern Russia in my Russian history class in high school. I wrote briefly about the class in this post from (gulp!) nearly five years ago. The teacher was known to all of us as the Tsar. He was, without a doubt, the best teacher I've ever had - old school, lecture style and thoroughly captivating. Within the context of the classroom, we were all assigned roles. We all began as peasants but those who kissed up to him became nobles. The nobles claimed serfs - I was a serf. A particularly artful class clown might attain the much coveted title of Village Idiot. One friend of mine managed to become Village Priest, highly amusing as the student himself was the son of a rabbi. The Cossack was the class military cop, the very role performed by many Cossacks in Tsarist Russia.
Late last year, the Tsar passed away. The outpouring of grief on social media from devoted students spanning decades was impressive, though hardly surprising. Long live the Tsar!
We had a loss in our own home this past month. The Little Squirt in the photo above is now our only cat. The Big Lug has passed on - diabetes took a brutal toll in the end. He entered our family as an impulse purchase. We walked into a pet store to buy fish food. Instead, we fell in love with a little grey kitten, buried under a couple of his sleeping crate-mates. He was not the easiest roommate at first. He was obnoxious to our two older females and was the toughest sell when our human child entered the mix. But he was unfailingly loving with us and was the softest cat I've ever known. He and my wife had a particularly nice bond. As she said, she always knew exactly what he wanted and to his credit, he was never an especially demanding cat - a man of simple pleasures.
Eventually, the two older cats died and he was clearly unhappy on his own. After a couple lonely years, we adopted the Little Squirt and the Lug fared much better as an older brother. The Squirt adored him and he was surprisingly tolerant of her. All the manifestations of his anxiety disappeared.
Fifteen years is a long time to share a home with someone. Indeed, I lived with the Lug for nearly as long as I lived with my older sister. The house isn't the same without him. There is talk of adding another cat sometime though we may try to get the current resident's weight under control first. Unfortunately, the Squirt is no longer so little.
Friday, February 9, 2018
A Window Above: Rainbow Connection
Song: "Rainbow Connection"
Writers: Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher
Original Release: June 1979
Performer: Kermit the Frog (voiced by Jim Henson)
Album: The Muppet Movie: Original Soundtrack Recording
This is my second-favorite Muppets song after the one featured in this post, which also explains my lifelong devotion to the felted franchise. The song opens The Muppet Movie and ranks high among the great musical moments in cinematic history, even drawing comparisons from some with "Over the Rainbow" in The Wizard of Oz. The song garnered an Oscar nomination for Williams and Ascher, though they lost out to "It Goes Like It Goes" from Norma Rae. Nope, I've never heard of it either. Time is the truest judge.
Of course, there are plenty of covers. Here are two of my favorites:
Writers: Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher
Original Release: June 1979
Performer: Kermit the Frog (voiced by Jim Henson)
Album: The Muppet Movie: Original Soundtrack Recording
This is my second-favorite Muppets song after the one featured in this post, which also explains my lifelong devotion to the felted franchise. The song opens The Muppet Movie and ranks high among the great musical moments in cinematic history, even drawing comparisons from some with "Over the Rainbow" in The Wizard of Oz. The song garnered an Oscar nomination for Williams and Ascher, though they lost out to "It Goes Like It Goes" from Norma Rae. Nope, I've never heard of it either. Time is the truest judge.
Of course, there are plenty of covers. Here are two of my favorites:
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Squid Mixes: Rosita
A Rosita combines white tequila, Campari, dry vermouth and sweet vermouth with a lemon twist. The recipe in The New York Barender's Guide puts the liquors in 4:4:1:1 ratio. The drink was fun to make if only for the succession of strong smells. The finished drink is mostly tequila in the nose and Campari on the tongue. The recipe yields more than the photo would suggest. We were a few sips in before I remembered to take a picture.
The drink was tasty but a bit too strong for my wife's preference. She also noted that Campari seems more of a summery liquor. As such, I shall endeavor to incorporate more wintery spirits in the coming weeks. Of course, first we have to sort out which ones would qualify...
Friday, February 2, 2018
A Window Above: Rhapsody in Blue
Piece: Rhapsody in Blue
Composer: George Gershwin
Premier: February 12, 1924, New York
One Christmas when I was a boy, my maternal grandmother gave me an audio tape of Appalachian Spring and Rhapsody in Blue performed by the Los Angeles Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein conducting (and playing piano). I was young enough that what I really wanted was toys and this gift was a little disappointing. Taking note of my reaction, Grandma urged me to look at it as an investment in my future.
She was right, of course. Over time, I fell in love with both pieces and the tape she gave me became one of my most treasured possessions. I lent it to a girlfriend once who nearly lost it. Grr...
When my daughter first started to explore classical music, Rhapsody emerged as her favorite piece. I suspect the fact that her two main instruments, piano and clarinet, are both prominently featured in Rhapsody is not entirely coincidental. One year, her maternal grandmother got her a copy of the sheet music for Christmas. The piano arrangement is beyond her current ability but she still enjoys noodling around with it.
The original setting was for solo piano and jazz band. Gershwin himself played piano for the premier, a concert at Aeolian Hall entitled An Experiment in Modern Music. The following is Bernstein, conducting and performing with the New York Philharmonic.
Composer: George Gershwin
Premier: February 12, 1924, New York
One Christmas when I was a boy, my maternal grandmother gave me an audio tape of Appalachian Spring and Rhapsody in Blue performed by the Los Angeles Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein conducting (and playing piano). I was young enough that what I really wanted was toys and this gift was a little disappointing. Taking note of my reaction, Grandma urged me to look at it as an investment in my future.
She was right, of course. Over time, I fell in love with both pieces and the tape she gave me became one of my most treasured possessions. I lent it to a girlfriend once who nearly lost it. Grr...
When my daughter first started to explore classical music, Rhapsody emerged as her favorite piece. I suspect the fact that her two main instruments, piano and clarinet, are both prominently featured in Rhapsody is not entirely coincidental. One year, her maternal grandmother got her a copy of the sheet music for Christmas. The piano arrangement is beyond her current ability but she still enjoys noodling around with it.
The original setting was for solo piano and jazz band. Gershwin himself played piano for the premier, a concert at Aeolian Hall entitled An Experiment in Modern Music. The following is Bernstein, conducting and performing with the New York Philharmonic.