Deep Dish Pizza at High Altitude!

It is possible. It works. It is not a myth! Deep dish pizza DOES exist for those outside of Chicago! You just have to have a mixer with a dough hook, four hours with nothing else going on, and endless patience. Here is the proof:


In other news: Thousands of Chicagoans ran the Shamrock Shuffle this morning in crappy weather (icy rain and snow, which the race officials only deemed "less than ideal"); the health-care-bill vote is today, which will probably end up just being one vote in a series of votes making this whole attempt a joke; and Kansas lost against West Virginia yesterday!
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Go See Avenue Q

I saw the musical Avenue Q this evening and was diverted by the wit, engaged in the music and thoroughly impressed by the talent of the singers/puppeteers. Avenue Q is described (in a number very much like Skid Row) as being the cheap neighborhood where you live while you're figuring it all out and waiting for your dreams to come true. Before I continue, let me just disclose that the show is a bit raunchy (think puppet sex). (Okay. Now stop thinking puppet sex.)

A cast of characters (mostly puppets) going through what might be called a Quarter-Life-Crisis host comedy in a Sesame Street-like world, where counting lessons (five night stands vs. one-night-stands) and vocabulary lessons (schadenfreunde) are the interludes between story and singing/dancing numbers. My favorite numbers were "Everyone Is A Little Bit Racist," "Internet is for Porn," and "The More you Love Someone, The More you Want to Kill Them."

Focusing on a recent college graduate with a B.A. in english who is facing the reality of finding his place in a world that doesn't have a meal plan or a faculty advisor, the show traces hardships, friendships, relationships (I feel like there should be another ship here) as they grow or are accepted (all with uncouthe jokes and fabulous puppeteering).

As far as I could tell, the wholesome evangelical people of Colorado Springs were tolerant of the quip about Republicans, supported the born-again-Christian puppet, and were not offended by Ernie outing Bert as gay. Wait. Not Bert and Ernie. Anyway, what I learned: Everybody is a little bit unsatisfied, It sucks to be me/you, You save money in the long run by buying beer in bulk, and everything in life is only for NOW. So, hang in there?

A Dance to the Music of Time: First Movement

Through much of the beginning of this book, I kept thinking of Proust and his introverted, neurotic narrator. I think that is because it is hard to get a good handle on Powell's narrator, Jenkins - and his naivete in viewing the rest of the characters and musings on the ways of the world are so much like Proust's narrator, whose name escapes me at the moment. This book though, had a lot more action to it (not hard), and the narrator was MUCH less depressing.

The story begins in a boys preparatory school in England, where four teenage boys are in a loosely-formed friendship based on circumstance. Upon graduating and entering the literary world (as novelists, critics, politicians, etc) the four let go of their friendship only encountering eachother in the small world that is London's literary sphere.

Taking place between the two World Wars, much of the focus of this book is on relationships (not just romantic) and their tenuousness as well as their significance in how we mark the passing of time.

It took me a long time to read this book, but I finished the last quarter of it in two days. It gave me a great picture of England in the 1920s.
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Spare Room/Tigger

My kitchen table is where you want to be!

I just got back from a shopping adventure at The Spice House and I can't wait to start cooking!

I picked up some mustard (it is going to be great for making dressing for a tuna nicoise salad), some white truffle salt (to fancy-up a baked potato), three different types of dried mushrooms, dried sage (I'm making mushroom sage ravioli), dried bell pepper (for the Cuban red beans and rice), chilis (for the alu roti, once I learn how to make my own ghee), himalayan pink salt, basil, and dried lemongrass (for the noodle soup).



Tonight though, it is sweet potato latkes (with some new maple sugar) and squash ravioli. Dinner is at seven.

In other news: Ice skating is at 9:15pm at McFetridge - the amateur kind, not the Olympic kind - I can now skate backwards, foolishly; Volkswagon has a new car that is supposed to get a whopping 170 miles to the gallon; Elephants might be able to count; And King Tut was killed by Malaria.

(I'm also REALLY excited about making some goat cheese.)
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Kreisleriana, Op. 16, Movement 2

Okay, so in the spirit of sharing and listening (my New Year's resolutions - sort of), here is a small clip of a recent performance of mine, along with what I wrote about it in the program notes.

Kreisleriana, Op. 16, Movement 2, performed by me, November, 2009

Romantic music (music written between 1820 and 1900, generally) tends to emphasize melody with warmth and expressiveness and with something of a searching, restless quality. The music of Schumann is an excellent example of these qualities as his compositions are known for having a moody nature - varying suddenly and wildly between exuberance and deep depression.

Until 1840, Schumann wrote almost exclusively piano music. Written in the 30s, Kreisleriana was based on a character by E.T.A. Hoffmann. A literary experiment, Hofmann tried to depict a novel written by both a philosopher of sorts and his housecat! Schumann, being the son of a book dealer and publisher and grew up with a thorough knowledge of literature, which he maintained an interest in throughout his life. Though titles for his pieces usually didn’t come to him until after he had finished composing them, Schumann purposefully determined to translate Hoffmann’s character into music with this experiment in eight movements.

The first three of these eight I played on a recent concert. In this one, the second movement, listen for the dramatic changes in character, evidence of the extreme uses of the piano in the romantic period, and those portions of the pieces that might represent the philosopher, and those that might represent his cat.

Again, for those who may think this post is copyright infringement:

Schumann has been dead for over a century, Monte approved my use of his photo, the performance is ME, and the original performance was free and open to the public. Considering all of that, please enjoy the performance of a piece I intend to always keep in my repertoire.

- Aubrey

Merry Christmas!

As 2009 comes to a close, I'd like to offer this image to delight you:


Pictured above is family that traveled all the way out to Colorado for Christmas this year. By snowmobile! I hope it was worth their while - we went on brewery tours, did some hiking and ate and celebrated all week.
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Sundays at Sherwood

Click to listen to:

Brahms Hungarian Dance No. 4, Aubrey and Chris
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Picture taken by April Faith-Slaker
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For those who may think this post is copyright infringement:
Brahms has been dead for over a century, April approved my use of her photo, the performance is ME and a friend, who also approves this post, and the original performance was free and open to the public. Considering all of that, please enjoy one of my favorite performances.
- Aubrey

November

Diamond Fever

I could go for a diamond or two today..... maybe a yellow diamond. Square or princess cut, surrounded by smaller, white diamonds, in a palladium setting. You know. If you're in the area/the market/or just want to make me smile. Hahahaha. ?

Recently I went to a very educational and extravagant exhibit at the Field Museum on diamonds. It was fascinating and beautiful and we ended up spending hours in the exhibit.

Did you know........

• Diamonds repel water?
• Diamonds are better heat conductors than copper?
• Diamonds are carried to Earth's surface by magma?

Now you do! To learn more about diamonds, check out the Field Museum's overview of the exhibit, which is running until March 28th.

My personal favorites were:


The Incomparable Diamond: 407 carat golden-colored kite-shaped diamond, found in the 1980's by a young girl in the Congo who was playing in a pile of rubble.


The Milky Way 2000 Collar: designed by Dieter Huebner, it contains 2,000 diamonds totallying 67.96 carats.

A pink diamond ring designed by Christian Tse. This isn't the same one, but it is almost as fabulous!

Other wonderful parts of the exhibit were Catherine the Great's necklace, sold by the Russian Government in 1926; a huge diamond given by a czar to some child upon growing her first baby tooth; the Mirage World Peace Egg; and this gecko brooch made of 1, 524 green diamonds (62.16 carats) designed by Stefan Hemmerle in 2001.

Welcome Winter!

It is nearly twenty degrees colder than it should be at this time of year. I’m staying cheerful these days by watching Madmen, preparing for performing a faculty concert in November, and baking!

Pictured below are the fabulous chocolates that I try to get every time I’m in Omaha, Nebraska. They are so good that I’m working on making my OWN Rosemary Chocolate and Lavender-Vanilla Chocolate recipes. I started with making my own extracts. I still have leftovers from my first batches and I need tasters! Stop by and try them out! I’ll be trying to get them perfect by Thanksgiving!

Chicago Wildlife

In other news: Cool apps are no longer only for the elite; It hailed in WestTown today; And Chicago NPR has almost reached its fall pledge drive goal.

My First Camping Trip

This past weekend, I was taken on my very first camping trip. I was privileged to go with experienced campers who (as I found out - to my delight) don't rough it at all - even though we didn't use any of the premade campgrounds. We had everything we needed to enjoy a very comfortable time. There were so many aspects of it that I loved (the view, hiking, the fire, the coziness, the fresh air) and only one that I didn't (I'm planning on getting better at camp sleeping in the future).

The road to camping......

With our friends, Doug and Liz, we drove from Fort Collins (after sampling some excellent (Dark Knight HBA) and not-so-excellent (Belgian Style Kriek Ale) beer at Coopersmith's Pub the night before) to the Poudre Canyon for some scenic and idyllic camping. We followed the Poudre River along until we started heading up into the mountainous forest to find a campsite. We passed people hiking, fishing, swimming, and lazing around in tubes in the river. While the boys were chopping wood, Liz, Curry and I went on a mini-hike (mini because the altitude was bothering me). I wish I had taken pictures, but with a dog attached to one hand, and a beer in the other, over uneven terrain, I had no easy way to document it.

Satisfied with the site and the setup - it is time to get the cooler out!

Found it!

The four of us passed the evening playing a board game (The Alhambra - check it out!), cooking dinner (potatoes and onions, chicken with zucchini and couscous, and bread with rosemary), roasting marshmallows, and catching up.

Then came the real fun: sleeping. In a tiny two-person tent, broad shouldered Monte, restless and wanting to be indoors Curry, and claustrophobic me tried to pass a comfortable night. Every time I felt too confined and had to unzip the tent to get some air, Curry got up to try to find a more comfortable spot; every time Monte fell asleep and started snoring, he woke me up; every time I elbowed Monte to stop snoring, he woke up; every time an animal made noise, Curry stepped on both of us and woke us up. Thankfully, morning finally arrived (I woke up wedged in between the two inflatable mats we had under our sleeping bags) and we got up to have tea and read while the sun slowly started to warm the forest.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

It is the end of the summer and time to get back to school. Starbucks Coffee is already serving Pumpkin Spice Lattes and winter is just around the corner. I'm so glad I got to spend a weekend outside like this and can't wait to do it again next summer!


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Letters to Sartre

Letters are so funny. Especially when you can only access one side of the correspondence. One of the things I love about reading letters is that you get a particular picture of the writer and the reader that one wouldn't get if the story had been told as just that - A STORY.

I read this book most nights before bed - one letter at a time for nearly a year and am feeling a little of a loss. I think I'm going to miss DeBeauvoir!

These letters gave me a very good picture of Paris during World War II and even Chicago and Hollywood in the 1950. And this couple - DeBeauvoir and Sartre knew everybody! So, the letters are riddled with names of famous philosophers, artists, musicians and politicians.

In other news:  Hold onto your appendix - it may be necessary afterall!;  Trees around the world are colonising new territories in response to higher temperatures; Lindsay Lohan robbed her own house; it is back to school time!  

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It's all happening at the zoo

Trying New Things (or the sibling adventure)

Even though I've been hiking, been to the beach, seen concerts, gone to museums, met new people, and am going to be doing some traveling soon, my newest adventure took place at a chain restaurant in Westmont, Illinois.

After taking Sibling #2  to his new dorm for the year, I returned to the Chicago area and stopped by to see my family and say, "bye," to Sibling #3, who was packing to leave the next day, and see how Sibling #4 was preparing to leave for her first year in college.  (Sibling #5 is moving into his new dorm as I type and Sibling #1 has a few weeks before she will settle into her school-year residence.)  And YET...... that isn't the adventure I'm here to blog about!

Ahem.......

Have you ever had oysters?  I hadn't.   That shortcoming has recently been remedied:

My oysters.  Oh!  And some battered and fried alligator.  I forgot!  I hadn't had that before either!

This is, apparently, how it is done.

And since no blog is complete without a picture of what I had for dinner:

Hazelnut crusted tilapia and green beans.  A new recipe for me to play with.

Stay tuned for pictures of my composting worms!

[The above numbering order of my siblings is not representative of when they left for college.  Nor is it representative of how much I love them.  It is merely their birth order after me.  I apologize for any confusion.]

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All the Boys I Know

What's a glute?!

Early morning after a rough night of bad dreams..... cheez-its and chocolate mousse for breakfast.... throwing my phone in the washing machine and not realizing it until it was too late.... tater tots and gin and tonics for dinner.... driving for over four hours today.... up to my ankles in mud.... a day in nature.... warm, dry and clean clothes - and also a warm, dry, and clean puppy....

Here is one of the the highpoints:


For much better photos that give a better idea of what we actually experienced, check out my sister's blog.
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In other news: There IS no other news.
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Sunday Soiree

In the spirit of the Fourth of July, several of my musician friends came over for a soiree of sorts. The program included Brahms, Amy Beach, Bach, Henry Martin, Faure, some jazzy musical theater pieces and a flashy Romanian piece by ?????? (Otilia - please fill in the blank!).

It was festive and dorky and I was so excited to hear my piano played so beautifully today. I recorded everyone, but without being given their permission, I'll only include my playing here.


This is the opening of a Schumann piece titled Kreisleriana, which is based on a very strange book by E.T.A. Hoffmann.

Kreisleriana opening

A slightly more typical and festive way of celebrating the Fourth of July is with a picnic near the beach:

The above photos were taken by my sister April.

Four Seasons in Rome

I read the perfect book recently. Four Seasons in Rome is an eloquent account of an author's experience living in Rome for a year with newborn twins and a book-writing project. Anthony Doerr got to experience fatherhood in a foreign country - where experiencing something as little as going to the grocer can seem alien.

The book alternates between stories of raising newborns and impressions of Rome. My favorite was when many months into the trip, when needing to communicate, Doerr found that most of his vocabulary had to do with where Romans he met could find a double stroller such as the one he brought with him from the states.

In other news: A Polish Catholic monk publishes a book providing married couples a theological and practical guide to spicing up their sex lives; Goldie Hawn thinks Kate Hudson needs to stop dating and settle down; And Ted Kennedy is going to be given honorary knighthood in recognition for his work as peace advocate in Northern Ireland.