Reading lately- Blood, Bones, Butter.

This weeks library haul included this, this and this. I immediately had to dig into Blood, Bones and Butter- I mean with that title, I could hardly resist. This is a food memoir but so, so much more. Gabrielle Hamilton is a gal who can speak her mind, no doubt or second guessing in sight. She's not one for sentimentality and sometimes that's utterly refreshing to me. The descriptions of her food education make me want to hit the kitchen and make brothy, salty, beef stocks to slurp down on these chilly fall days. But what gets me more, are her perspectives and her often hilarious descriptions of people.

"The only person from the co-op who's been with us from the beginning and still with us today is a renter; an elderly woman who looks like she's been avoiding animal protein for so long that her skin is now tissue paper and her hair is as brittle as shredded wheat." G.H.



"I have never understood the heartless Ferber people who let their kids "cry it out". If you are inclined to view your three-month-old infant's cries as "manipulative," as a means of discovering if she can get you to come into the room and pick her up "on command," then you should rethink parenthood in the first place. I don't think you are mature enough, frankly. An infant, to be sure, can't haul herself downstairs and help herself to a glass of water, can't call upon a good friend at two in the morning to discuss the finer point of her fears and anxieties. I feel compelled- involuntarily compelled- to pick up and try to comfort my child when I hear him wailing. After all, they are crying. I'm going to assume they are crying for a good reason."
G.H.