Tuesday, February 6, 2018

White Houses

White Houses by Amy Bloom
    Things I knew:  Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt had an estranged marriage, one where they lived together separately.  Eleanor was, as people said then, FDR’s legs. She could and did travel the country getting in touch with the people and reporting back. Eleanor was smart and FDR’s equal in that.  Eleanor was no beauty and Franklin kept several women who were, nearby.  The media was different in those days.  Behavior that was tolerated and kept hidden from the public then would not be now.
    Things I didn’t know:  The extent of Franklin’s dalliances openly accepted and not reported on by the media.  Eleanor openly had her own lover.
      Lorena Hickok, known as “Hick” was a self-made woman who came from nowhere and a past nothing life.  She became a renowned journalist and was assigned to FDR’s presidential campaign in 1932.  This is when she met Eleanor, who didn’t completely impress Hick at the time.  But over time Hick saw the intelligence and soul that was inside Eleanor’s less than beautiful body and a love became mutual between them.   It amazed me now to know that she lived openly in the White House, her relationship with Eleanor common knowledge even to FDR.  I read this thinking that by “allowing” that relationship his own dalliances with his entourage could be excused.
    This story is Eleanor’s and Hick’s and is told by Lorena Hickock. It is a quiet love story between two lost souls. In the telling we are given insight into Lorena’s upbringing and the treatment Eleanor received from her mother and FDR’s.  It’s no wonder two souls searched out for the beauty that lies beneath and found it.  No matter the ups and downs, the together times and separations, in the end Hick and Eleanor had a love that endured it all.
    I didn’t know that.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Mike

Today is our Mikey's 5th birthday.   We all had a great fun time at his bowling alley birthday party.
Happy Birthday sweet boy!

Friday, February 2, 2018

Summer in a Bottle

Yesterday as I was prepping for a dinner for friends I discovered way back on a top cupboard shelf the raspberry cordial we made last summer. This stuff is like heaven in February.  It's raspberry strong, summer strong, sweet and unforgettable.
  So, in the midst of slicing, dicing, chopping in preparation, I brought it out to strain for tonight.


PH and I each had a glass, it can't help but make us smile as we look out the window at snow.



Raspberry Cordial

2 quarts raspberries 
1 cup water
2 cups sugar
1 quart vodka

Heat the sugar and water in a pan until sugar is melted then cool.  (You don't want to put the hot syrup over the berries.)  
Put the berries in a large container, preferrably one with a wide opening.  Pour the cooled syrup and vodka over the berries, put a tight fitting cover on the container and store it in a dark place and forget about it for at least three months.  

Strain/funnel/however you can, but DON'T EAT THE BERRIES.  You'll get a straight alcohol overdose shot to the brain.  Trust me. 

How easy is that?  We make this in July and usually open it in November but this year it hid itself well and I just found it.  

I have also made this with blueberries and almost like it better.  Almost. When I say this out loud I get called out for it.  Cherries?