Stuff and Nonsense: January 2012


Oatmeal Scotchies -- I Blame Netflix

Ever since Netflix sent us the first season of Warehouse 13 a couple weeks ago, I've been jonesing for oatmeal scotchies. While they're referenced very briefly in the pilot episode, that was just enough to trigger a very persistent craving for what was once a favorite cookie I used to buy, still warm, during my mad, bad college days. Oh, oatmeal scotchies, I didn't even realize I missed you, but now you're all I want to bake.

Oatmeal Scotchies

So (obviously) I baked some! I used Nestle's recipe for "Oatmeal Scotchies" (recipe is on the back of the butterscotch morsels' bag) and, woo, these were tasty cookies. Crispy on the outside with chewy centers and lots of delicious butterscotch bits.

Oatmeal Scotchie

This recipe is supposed to make 48 cookies, but I was a bit heavy-handed with my cookie scoop and only managed 35 large cookies -- of which I took half to work and kept the other half for us. This turned out to be an error on my part as The Husband and I could definitely have used more cookies at home. Cookies, om nom nom!

(My co-workers really enjoyed the cookies and certainly didn't think I brought them too many!)


A Tale of Two Cities, Four Ways

Charles Dickens's birthday is coming up next week so I thought I would celebrate and break in my snazzy slip-cased clothbound set by reading A Tale of Two Cities. Because I don't like to do things by halves, I've tried to completely immerse myself in the novel (and, possibly, drive myself barmy) by reading it in every format possible.

A Tale of Two Cities, 4 Ways

  • At home: I read the clothbound 2011 Penguin edition
  • At the doctor's office: I read on my Kindle Keyboard
  • At work: I read on my phone using the Kindle Android app
  • In my car: I listen to it CD (Tantor Audio, 2008)

I like the audiobook best, so far. Simon Vance is doing a brilliant job bringing the characters and story to life -- the audiobook just rips along, while the novel fairly plods in places. Dickens is one wordy mother and sometimes, frankly, I don't know what he's driving at with some of his more long-winded passages. Following along with the audiobook clears up most of my confusion!

Anyway, I expect things will soon become very exciting. What with Monsieur the Marquis being killed in his bed for crimes against humanity, Charles Darnay obtaining Dr. Manette's permission to wed Lucie, and Mme Defarge all busy-busy knitting, the Revolution can't be far off!


Christmas Pudding by Nancy Mitford

'Oh dear,' said Paul glomily, 'it really is rather disillusioning. When one's friends marry for money they are wretched, when they marry for love it is worse. What is the proper thing to marry for, I should like to know?'

Paul Fotheringay is in a funk. He has written a heartbreaking tragedy which everyone else seems to think is a ripping good comedy and this has made him very, very unhappy. His good friend, Amabelle, suggests he try nonfiction next time, because no-one could possibly misread nonfiction. Cheered, Paul decides to write a biography of the Victorian poetess Lady Maria Bobbins ... but is denied access to her letters and diaries by the current chatelaine of Compton Bobbin. Of course, he goes undercover (thanks again to Amabelle) as Bobby Bobbins' tutor and worms his way into the bosom of the Bobbins. There Paul thinks he falls in love with the lovely Bobbin daughter, Philadelphia, who is also pursued by one of Amabelle's old flames.

Witty and slightly absurd, Christmas Pudding was an extremely satisfactory read and I look forward to picking up Pigeon Pie and Don't Tell Alfred at the next opportunity.

Christmas Pudding by Nancy Mitford (Carroll & Graf, 1976)


Manga: Nightschool, Volume 1 by Svetlana Chmakova

Sarah was recently hired as the Night Keeper at Nightschool. A Night Keeper seems to run around the school, up holding school rules and making sure magic doesn't get out of hand. Sara is new at her job and frequently seems nervous or uncertain when interacting with students or staff (some of whom take advantage of that uncertainty).

Sarah has a younger sister named Alex whom she home schools. This seems a little odd -- surely Alex should go to Nightschool -- and I get the sense there's an unhappy back story just waiting to unfold in later volumes. Anyway, while Sarah is away at work, Alex gets in to some mischief in a graveyard. She manages to escape (she can't remember how) and get home. Alex thinks things will be okay as long as Sarah doesn't find out and she bribes her astral companion with cookies to not rat her out.

Then Sarah disappears. Seriously disappears. As if she never existed. Only Alex remembers her. And, of course, this means Alex must go to Nightschool and find out what happened to her sister!

Meanwhile, there are seers and vampires and Hunters all running about doing things that will probably make more sense in later volumes!

Whoosh. Volume 1 just galloped along with fast-and-furious character and plot introduction. I'm not sure who everyone is yet or quite what's going on beside the whole "face the thing I fear/find my sister" storyline, but I'm having a lot of fun. Despite the rushing about and too frequent "hello, new character!" moments, my interest never flagged and I can't wait to get the next volume from my library system.

Nightschool seems a little like Hogwarts meets Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with some Buffy thrown in for kicks. Really, it's whole lot of fun ... even though I suspect Alex is supposed to make Something Horrible happen later.

Nightschool: The Weirn Books, Volume 1 by Svetlana Chmakova (Yen Press, 2009)


Indian Pudding in My Slow Cooker, Pilgrim-Style

Friday, the weather actually felt like proper January weather. There was snow on the ground and the wind had a bitter edge to it. It was the kind of day that called for a hot bowl of Indian (corn meal) pudding. I'd never made Indian pudding before, but I had molasses, corn meal, eggs, and the Internet. How hard could it be? Not hard at all!

I used the slow cooker recipe for "Indian-Meal Pudding" from Pilgrim Seasonings, a Plimoth Plantation blog, as it had lots of photos to follow along with. I like lots of photos if I'm making a dish I'm not really sure of. I want to be able to look at my pot and then the pot in the photo and see that we have arrived at the same results.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding
Gather all your ingredients!

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

Bring corn (Indian) meal, milk, and salt to boil. 
 Cook, stirring, for 5 min. Cover and simmer for 10.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

Remove from heat and whisk in butter.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

Mix your molasses, eggs, and spices together. 
Whisk in a little cornmeal mixture to temper.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

Add molasses mixture to cornmeal mixture.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

Dump in hot, buttered, slow cooker.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

Come back after 2 hours & check your pudding. 
Panic, because it looks burnt.

While my pudding only cooked for two hours on High, it looked overcooked. The recipe said "the finished pudding will be firm around the edges than the center" and my pudding looked uniformly firm with brown edges that had pulled away from the slow cooker insert. When I took the lid off my slow cooker at the two hour mark, I could hear the pudding sizzling. I freaked out a little bit, you know, and was quite certain I had burnt the pudding.

Happily, my pudding still tasted very good. Redolent of spices, the pudding was soft and custard-y with a strong molasses finish. I ate some of it warm with unsweetened fresh whipped cream and the leftovers were tasty reheated for breakfast with a splash of milk. I'd guess this pudding makes four generous servings or six more healthful ones.

Slow Cooker Indian Pudding

(I fed some to The Husband and he said, in very snooty British tones, that it wasn't the worst thing I'd ever fed him so ymmv, etc).

Little Red Riding Hood by Trina Schart Hyman

For Christmas, The Husband gave me two children's picture books with illustrations by Trina Schart Hyman -- Hershel and the Hanukkah Demons and Little Red Riding Hood. While Hershel is an old favorite, I didn't remember ever reading Little Red Riding Hood, but looking forward to it as Hyman remains one of my favorite children's illustrators. There are so many books I picked up as a child because of her drawings!

Well, Little Red Riding Hood turned out to be fantastic read. The richly-detailed illustrations are lush and evocative -- the woods off the path are sun-dappled, green and tempting and Grandmother's zinnias practically bloom off the pages. I could look at the illustrations forever, I think, and notice something new in them every time. I was half-way through my third go-round when I finally noticed the half-hidden cat following Little Red Riding Hood through the woods. Little Red Riding Hood makes for a terrific game of I Spy and it's really no wonder it is Caldecott Honor Book.

Hyman's superb retelling is not sanitized, by the way. The wolf does eat Grandmother and the huntsman does kill (and gut) the wolf. However, Hyman's retelling isn't gruesome in its details and the illustrations describe the intent of the scenes, but not the action (the huntsman stands over the sleeping wolf, etc).

Little Red Riding Hood written & illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman (Holiday House, 1983)


Cookies, I Baked Them

I had promised The Husband cookies over the long weekend, but ended up using the last of the all-purpose flour in Sunday's silver dollar pancakes. I considered going to the store for flour, but in the spirit of the pantry challenge, it seemed a bit lazy to go buy flour when I had a mostly-full bin of King Arthur Organic White Whole Wheat Flour on hand. Surely I could make cookies with it? I use white whole wheat in roux, cakes, brownies, and quick breads so why not cookies? But could I find a recipe The Husband would like?

Happily, I found a Betty Crocker recipe for "No-Roll Sugar Cookies" which used white whole wheat flour. Since sugar cookies are the most basic, bog standard cookies I figured there was nothing about them The Husband would find displeasing and gave the recipe a go.

Sugar Cookies

And, you know, these turned out to be really lovely cookies -- crisp on the outside, tender on the inside, and richly perfumed with the heady scent of Penzeys Mexican Vanilla. I'm encouraged to try white whole wheat flour in more cookie recipes!

Manga: Chi’s Sweet Home, Volume 4

I swear that, right up until the end, this volume felt like nothing but pure, undiluted kitty-loving fan service. And that's not a bad thing! If Volume 3 left you feeling sad, Volume 4 will have you grinning from the first page!

Chi and the Yamadas move to a pet-friendly apartment where Chi no longer has to live in hiding. In the beginning, while the Yamadas pack everything into boxes, Chi’s attempts to play only get in the way and she suffers an (adorable) misadventure. After the move, everything at the new apartment is strange and Chi is confused and uneasy, but then she figures out how to make everything smell familiar and (sort of) masters the stairs so life is once again peachy-keen.

The chapters where the Yamadas introduce themselves to their new neighbors are my favorite, as every neighbor (and their animal) has a distinct personality and look (in some graphic novels, I have great difficulty telling secondary characters apart -- this is not the case with Chi). I am looking forward to more interactions between Chi and her new neighbors -- especially the snooty-looking purebred, Alice, and the enthusiastic beagle, David.

Chi’s Sweet Home: Volume 4 by Kanata Konami (Vertical, 2010)


Wordless Wednesday: A Transparent Partition

Chagall Windows @ Fraumunster
The three central Chagall windows at Fraumünster, Zurich.
"For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world. Stained glass has to be serious and passionate. It is something elevating and exhilarating. It has to live through the perception of light." -- Marc Chagall.


The Kindness of a Rogue by Nancy Butler

Sara Cobb has taken a position as governess at Tregallion House in Cornwall. Her charge is a very spoilt and impetuous miss she had the misfortune of instructing at Miss Bonnet's Improving School. Missing her old job, her friends, and a life she saw some future in, Sara is full of doubts about her new position. Doubts which are certainly not allayed by the cryptic warnings of a roguish stranger...

I enjoyed the "commonness" of our protagonists -- they're just "regular folks" thrown together under extraordinary circumstances. No nobs. No heiresses. Admittedly, Martyn's constant cryptic warnings got to be a bit much! Like Sara, I wanted him to speak plainly or shut up. Unlike Sara, I wasn't in love with him and couldn't be distracted from his annoying "man of mystery" airs by kisses. Much of the mystery hinges on the trafficking of young country women to brothels in London, and some of the dramatic twists that plot line took to its resolution seemed out of tune with the rest of the novel -- although that certainly didn't detract much from my overall enjoyment!

The Kindness of a Rogue by Nancy Butler (Signet, 2004)


Manga: Chi's Sweet Home, Volume 3

Chi's Sweet Home, Volume Three is a little darker and sadder than previous volumes. Still overwhelmingly cute, yes, but sad. In this volume, Chi spends more time with the bear-cat, Blackie, and learns how to do proper cat things like stalk prey, open doors, and steal fried chicken. Despite their differences in age and attitude, the two cats become good friends and Chi is very happy. Alas, the apartment building super finally discovers Blackie's home and his owners are told to chose between their apartment and their cat. They chose their cat and move away, leaving a confused and saddened Chi behind. It's a heart-breaking scene and things only get sadder when the Yamadas decide they must send Chi to live with friends in the country ...

You're all depressed now, aren't you? This volume does have a happy ending! Promise.

Look, a kitty!

Chi’s Sweet Home: Volume 3 by Kanata Konami (Vertical, 2010)


SoundCloud, I Think I Love You

As an audiobook lover I must have been living under a rock for the last few years, because I only just recently discovered the awesomeness that is SoundCloud, and I’m in love with it. I probably would have remained ignorant of it, except that I happened to read Simon Vance's blog where he wrote about #GoingPublic on Twitter. One thing led to another and I somehow ended up on SoundCloud, paging through all the tracts in the Going Public group. There are some real gems here and I strongly suggest you spend some time browsing the group -- Xe Sands reading of Frost's "Home Burial" is an excellent place to start.

Home Burial, by Robert Frost (read by Xe Sands) by Xe Sands

The Audiobook Lovers group, an interesting mix of adult and juvenile books, is also worth browsing. I was pleased to find The Velveteen Rabbit listed as it was one of my favorite children's books, but I'd never heard it read aloud. I spent a delightful 24 minutes listening to Xe Sand (yes, I have a crush) read it and it was really quite wonderful.

The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams (read by Xe Sands) by Xe Sands

And, if you like Penguin Books, Penguin Books UK is on SoundCloud with lots of delicious samples!



Cookies and Milk After Lunch

I brought Better Homes and Gardens' Very Merry Cookies (Wiley, 2011) home from the library last week and told The Husband to pick out a couple cookie recipes he liked. Ten minutes (and one chapter) later, the book was studded with sticky notes. Among others, The Husband desired "White Chocolate and Raspberry Cookies," "Mini Raspberry and White Chocolate Whoopie Pies," "Strawberry Cheesecake Tartlets," and "Raspberry Cookie Sandwiches." While they all looked delicious, I thought I should start with the simplest recipe -- the one for "White Chocolate and Raspberry Cookies."

Maybe it's because it's been a while since I ate a cookie, but these were really good cookies. And so easy to make! I will definitely be making them again -- perhaps next week? Or is that too soon?

Rasberry White Chocolate Cookies

Ingredients: white chocolate morsels, unsalted butter, sugar, baking soda, salt, all-purpose flour, seedless raspberry jam, shortening, red raspberry extract.

The recipe doesn't actually call for red raspberry extract, but I thought a cap full couldn't hurt (and it didn't). Also, the recipe says not to fill and decorate these cookies in advance but to wait until you were going to serve them. I don't know why it says that as I filled and decorated mine as soon as they had cooled and they kept fine for a week in snap/lock container. The trick seemed to be to poke little wells in the cookies' middles as they came out of the oven to hold the melty jam in. I didn't have this brilliant idea until my second cookie sheet came out of the oven, so some of my cookies didn't get wells and I didn't fill them with jam -- just drizzled the white chocolate over them and called them good enough. And they were.

Raspberry White Chocolate Cookies

Anyway, the wells keep the jam from running about and, once everything is properly cooled, the chocolate hardens up and there's no reason you can't store these cookies all filled and ready to go. They don't stick to each other. They don't ooze. They just sit in the container and say "Eat me! I'm delicious!"


Bride of Pendorric by Victoria Holt

I shall never forget that September day because it brought the beginning of the real terror which came into my life, and it was at this time that I began to understand how the pleasant picture had changed piece by piece until I was confronted with the cruelest of suspicions and horror.

On the island of Capri, Favel Farrington falls in love with the dashing and mysterious Roc Pendorric. After a whirlwind romance and hasty marriage, Favel's artist father dies unexpectedly and Roc brings her home to his family estate in Cornwall. As Favel accustoms herself to her new home and family, she becomes increasingly suspicious of her husband who is just a little too familiar with the local ladies and a little too elusive about his own past. And then there are all the rumors about the previous Pendorric brides and the bad ends they came to. Does Roc really love Favel? Or did he marry her for other reasons? Is someone out to harm her? Or are those accidents just coincidence?

Bride of Pendorric made for an entertaining read. The mystery elements were quite satisfying with lots of red herrings and murder suspects --  the sexy nurse, slutty town girl, upstart governess, mad twin, etc. I was misled enough by Holt to suspect the wrong character for a very long time and then, suddenly, my eyes were opened and everything came together over a glass of milk. I remember thinking, "Favel! You widgeon! Don't drink the milk!" but it was too late. Favel drank the milk. (Good thing I remembered this was a Gothic romance and that Favel couldn't actually die).

Bride of Pendorric by Victoria Holt (Doubleday, 1963)


Starting 2012 Off On A Sweet Note

Started 2012 on a sweet note with "Raspberry Buttermilk Cake" from the June 2009 Gourmet.  This is  a dynamite emergency cake for those days when you crave a fast, fruity, homemade cake. What? You never have cake emergencies? Well, we have them a lot in our house! Cake goes with everything, you see. So everything needs cake.

Raspberry Buttermilk Cake, Ingredients

Although the recipe calls for vanilla extract, I used Cook's pure red raspberry extract for extra raspberry-ness. You could just as easily use orange or almond or what have you depending on the kind of berry you use in the cake. Yes, it's officially "Raspberry Buttermilk Cake," but there's no reason it couldn't be blackberry or cranberry, instead. The recipe is a forgiving one -- just mess about and make what you like!

Raspberry Buttermilk Cake, Oven-ready

While still warm from the oven, we ate this cake plain and then, when properly cooled, with vanilla ice cream and more raspberries. It's good either way. A lot depends on whether you're eating it as breakfast or as dessert.


The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming by Lemony Snicket

It is very frustrating not to be understood in this world. If you say one thing and keep being told that you mean something else, it can make you want to scream. But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us, whether you are an electric form of decoration, peppermint-scented sweet, a source of timber, or a potato pancake.

Birthed screaming from a pan full of hot olive oil, the latke runs screaming through a village, encountering many Christmas decorations along the way. They are all friendly enough, but seem intent on fitting the latke somewhere into the Christmas tradition. The electric lights say the latke's basically a hash brown meant to be served with the Christmas ham, the peppermints thinks someone should write a Christmas carol about it, and the Christmas tree is all about hybridization/cultural appropriation. Is it any wonder the latke can't stop screaming? Happily, it's discovered by people who know exactly why a latke is and what it is for and it lives (a very short term) happily ever after.

This quirky little story does an admirable job teaching that Hanukkah is not a "Jewish Christmas" and remains one of my favorite Hanukkah stories (this is my third winter reading it).

An interview with David Handler (representing Lemony Snicket) and Lisa Brown:

The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming: A Christmas Story by Lemony Snicket with illustrations by Lisa Brown (McSweeney's Books, 2007)


Hot! Hot! Yo, we got it! Hot chocolate!

The Husband likes hot chocolate, but hates making it at home as he feels it never comes out tasting as nice as the really good stuff he sometimes gets at a restaurant or bakery. So, when I saw the Froth & Pour Hot Chocolate Pot on sale at Williams-Sonoma, I knew I had found the perfect Christmas gift.

Hot Chocolate Pot

I bought him the pot, a box of "artisan-crafted" marshmallows, and two tins of bittersweet chocolate shavings. I fiercely debated the purchase of the marshmallows as I really wondered just how good they could be. Turns out they're ruddy mahvelous, dahlings. Put the Kraft Jet-Puffed marshmallows to shame. Soft, puffy, vanilla pillows of delicousness. Bet they'd make brilliant s'mores if paired with Vosges' Mo's Bacon Bar!

Hot Chocolate

The hot chocolate is velvety smooth with a rich aroma and deep, but not bitter, flavor. The higher the concentration in milk fat, obviously, the smoother this beverage is. I usually make it with 1% milk, but have used 2% milk with extremely tasty results. There's a recipe included with the pot for hot chocolate made with a combination of heavy cream, vanilla, sugar, and milk which I kind-of want to try, but I suspect it might just be too decadent for my delicate taste buds. Also, The Husband might like it so much it will become something I have to make all the time!

Yes, I have been delegated The Maker of Hot Chocolate. The Husband loves drinking chocolate from the chocolate pot, but can't be arsed to make it when there is a wife around. So far, I've been happy enough to make cups for him, but he may soon find himself indoctrinated into The Way of the Chocolate Pot.

I have no secrets. Let the whole world know The Way of the Chocolate Pot:
  • Pour 8 oz milk in chocolate pot.
  • Put pot in microwave, uncovered, and microwave until milk reaches 180°F (about 1 min 40 sec in our microwave)
  • While milk heats, fill mug with hot tap water and set aside to warm.
  • Add 5 Tbsp chocolate shavings to pot.
  • Attach frother.
  • Hold down button and let frother works its magic for 1 minute.
  • Empty mug of hot water.
  • Fill mug with hot chocolate from the chocolate pot.
  • Garnish with whipped cream, marshmallow, and extra chocolate shavings.
  • Drink.
(Makes 1 serving hot chocolate. Double or triple as needed).

Making Hot Chocolate

While The Husband is loving this gift -- clear runner-up for best Christmas gift ever -- I am becoming increasingly suspicious of its longevity, because the pot has already been pulled from the Williams-Sonoma site as a seasonal item (isn't it winter for months yet?) and the Chef'n Corporation's (the company who manufactured it for Williams-Sonoma) site has no listing for it. If the frothing mechanism dies or I smash the pot, I see no clear way to acquire replacements. Must not break all the things, I guess.


Wordless Wednesday: Amaryllis

Amaryllis, 30 Dec 2011
Amaryllis, 31 Dec 2011
Amaryllis, 1 January 2012
Amaryllis, 2 January 2012
First year forcing an amaryllis bulb. Surprisingly simple.


Doubtfully Dithering Over Dickens

For Christmas, The Husband gave me a beautifully slipcased set of clothbound Dickens -- Great Expectations, Hard Times, Oliver Twist, A Christmas Carol, Bleak House, and A Tale of Two Cities. 2012 is Dickens' two-hundredth anniversary and Penguin is apparently pulling out all the stops. It is truly a lovely set of books ...

Christmas Book Loot, Dickens

Unfortunately, I don't know if I really like Dickens. I know, I know. English literature students everywhere Dickens. Well, I never read Dickens at college -- took a lot of courses focusing on (post)colonial literature and minor American poets and shizzle so I missed being indoctrinated. Tried to read Oliver Twist on my own, but failed miserably as I hated everyone in it. Had much better success with A Christmas Carol, but that's because it was funny. I don't think Hard Times is going to be funny, do you?
Oh my friends, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown! Oh my friends and fellow-countrymen, the slaves of an ironhanded and a grinding despotism! Oh my friends and fellow-sufferers, and fellow-workmen, and fellow-men! I tell you that the hour is come, when we must rally round one another as One united power, and crumble into dust the oppressors that too long have battened upon the plunder of our families, upon the sweat of our brows, upon the labour of our hands, upon the strength of our sinews, upon the God-created glorious rights of Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!
Oh, a right laugh!

Anyway, as Dickens is supposed to one of The Greatest British Authors of All Time and February seventh is his two-hundredth birthday, it seems like I should give the old fellow a go and see if I can't find more to love than A Christmas Carol. Where should I start, though? Which book is least likely to give me fits? Great Expectations, Hard Times, Oliver Twist, Bleak House, or A Tale of Two Cities?

I'm inclined to start with Hard Times, because it's the thinnest of the lot I believe it was Dickens' response to Gaskell's North and South, but I fear I'll be judging it against North and South the whole time and it won't come off looking very well!


Feijoas, The End

For my last feijoa dish, I made Frieda's "Feijoa-Chicken Curry" which was a very simple, straightforward recipe that took almost no time to prepare. I used Penzeys "Maharajah Style" curry powder which is a mild, almost sweet, salt-free curry with a scent so intoxicating that I'd happily buy it as perfume! Seriously, it's good stuff. (Sometimes, I just open the jar and take a long sniff. Do the same thing with cinnamon -- chases the blahs right away).

Feijoa-Chicken Curry

Ingredients: chicken, carrots, red bell pepper, onion, garlic, feijoas, curry powder, salt, black pepper, allspice, cornstarch, low-sodium chicken broth.

I served the curry on a bed of quick-cooking barley and it was pretty darn delicious. I didn't garnish the curry with raisins or shredded coconut as it didn't seem to need it.

The Husband won't eat curry or dishes that combine fruit with meat, so I took the curry to work for lunch all week and didn't mind a bit, because it was that omnomnomdelicious. Indeed, I looked with sadness on the empty bowl Thursday evening and wished I had more feijoas so I could make another batch!

Of the three feijoa dishes I made, this was certainly the best. If you have feijoas, I recommend making Frieda's "Feijoa-Chicken Curry."

And that's it for feijoas. It's been interesting, but I'm ready to move on to January's selection from Melissa's exotic fruit club -- baby pineapples!