Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Cavanaugh Test Kitchen

Sunday night after church Jeff made French toast for us. He put on my red apron, and then, since I thought he was beginning to resemble the guy from America's Test Kitchen, he added a bowtie. I think Christopher Kimball had better watch out! :-)

(By the way, the French toast recipe in the America's Test Kitchen Family Cookbook is fabulous!)

Monday, January 08, 2007


. . . the bulb hangs in the hot dark
like a white blood drop.

~ Michael Dennis Browne

The 8th grade reaction to this simile was either cool or eeww.
I'm on the cool side.


My eighth grade English students read this poem over the weekend (we're looking at similes in a poetry unit). I'd never seen this poem before, but I really liked it.

The Day is Done

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness
from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Setting up House

After our wedding and a wonderfully relaxing honeymoon in Williamsburg, Jeff and I have been setting up house. Unfortunately, not in this one. :-) I think our place could fit in a closet here. We have a small apartment on the basement level of a rowhouse on Capitol Hill. We've been settling in this past week, and it's starting to feel like ours little by little. I'll post some pictures (when we get around to taking some!). Here are a couple more from Williamsburg.

And one photo from the wedding (via Jeff's sister Emily's blog!):