Thursday, December 5, 2019

November Favorites: Great Brains, So Many Nutcrackers, and Simon Loves Baz


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It looks like I got a lot of reading done in November, but that's a cheat, because most of those books are memoirs, graphic novels, and YA fiction, all of which go by quickly.

Y'all know how much I love musical theater, and I've discovered that there's a whole world of memoirs written by actors who've starred in Broadway musicals! The authors are primarily actors, of course, so the memoirs aren't exactly War and Peace (although there's a musical that's themed on War and Peace, if you're interested!), but the memoirs do contain exactly the kind of little, behind-the-scenes details of living, working, auditioning, and performing that I love to learn about:



And yes, I HAVE tried searching YouTube to see if I can find any of the performances of the Pokemon Live touring production that broke the spirit of Andrew Rannells, but no luck so far.

Another odd theme of November was books that are informed by the world of Harry Potter. Fan art is one of my main interests, and I love both fanfiction and professional works that take the idea of magical children in a school for gifted youngsters and run with it. One of my favorite books is Fangirl, a novel about a college student who writes Simon/Baz fanfiction, based on the wildly popular boy wizard series of novels in her world. The heroine is realistically portrayed, vulnerable and brave and the best kind of weird kid, and the author must love her a lot, too, because later, she WROTE that Simon/Baz fanfiction into a novel of her own!

And then... she wrote a sequel!

I'd read Carry On back when it first came out, of COURSE, but I excitedly read it again in November so that I could excitedly read Wayward Son and not miss a single detail:



The books are clever, and although they're informed by THE World of Witchcraft and Wizardry they are by no means Harry Potter knock-offs. They're more grown-up--in a good way!--more diverse, much more inclusive, and more playful--also in a good way!

Here's another novel informed by that world, and again, I super loved it. This is my favorite book of November!



Magic for Liars is solidly for adults. Imagine the magical children's boarding school from an adult's perspective, with all of the behind-the-scenes challenges of teaching and shepherding a bunch of magical teenagers. And for the plot, make it a hard-boiled detective novel, with a non-magical detective who has to outwit, outmaneuver, and suss out the culprit within a culture that she knows very little about. It's really good!

I didn't get as much non-fiction read as I usually like to, although I do have a LOT of non-fiction on my to-read list. Fortunately, my only non-memoir non-fiction book of November is my OTHER favorite book of the month!



Y'all know that I am a Laura Ingalls Wilder fangirl. Here's when I did a Little House study with my very little girls. Here's when I took them to Laura's house in Missouri. Here's when I took them to Pa's claim in De Smet! I've also done a lot of reading, of the "expanded universe" of children's fiction that cover the childhoods of Ma and Rose, of Laura's first attempt at a memoir, and of the numerous biographies that people attempt to write about Laura and Rose.

Prairie Fires, I think, is the most accurate of the latter. People love to speculate about who the "real" author of the Little House books was, mostly because it's clear that although Laura is their listed author, Rose, too, did a LOT of work on them. All the work on them does muddy their authorship, but this book seems the fairest in its designation. Rose did do a lot of work on Laura's writing; they collaborated, or perhaps she served as a kind of ghost writer. Interestingly, when Laura attempted to write without Rose, her work wasn't great, and when Rose attempted to write without Laura, her work was even less great. AND she plagiarized Laura. AND she was obnoxiously, heavy-handedly, didactic.

This book isn't the first that I've read that's painted an unflattering portrait, over all, of Rose. I mean, it's pretty clear that Laura, too, acted out a lot of trauma in her personal life, and co-parented Rose in a way that gave Rose lots of trauma, as well. Both of them could have used play therapy as children, talk therapy as adults, and twice a week family counseling, for sure. Rose, in particular, grew up to act a lot like a sociopath. And she was super weird about money. And houses. And she was SUPER weird about teen boys.

And I refuse to buy another Little House book first-hand ever again because I will not give anymore money to the Roger MacBride estate. Laura's writing legacy should have gone to the Mansfield Public Library and he knew it!

Here's what else I read in November!



As I mentioned a couple of months ago, Will is currently working her way through the entire children's department of our local public library... again. Will doesn't read every book on the shelf as she peruses the children's department in an orderly manner, so it's interesting to me to see the books that I know she's re-reading for the umpteenth time. I know for a fact that she's already read everything in print by Patricia Wrede and Bruce Coville, and everything that's not a graphic novel by Neil Gaiman, so it's sweet, to me, to see these books appear on her November reading log:



Some of the books that Will marked as her favorites for the month are also definitely re-reads:



I loved the Great Brain books, too, when I was a kid!

Here are Will's other favorite books from the month:



And here's everything else that she read!



Note: Will won't put a book on her reading log if it's "short," silly girl. So all the beautiful picture books that we read, all of the interesting short non-fiction that we read, it's all lost to time, alas!

As far as podcasts, I am still spending all of my free time listening to this:



I LOVE it. It's very different from what I usually listen to--almost entirely serialized postmodern fiction or investigative journalism.

There's not much mystery to Felicity, but there's still a LOT to unpack!

I love that the two hosts of this podcast demonstrate how compelling close reading and cultural analysis can be. There are a lot of powerful figures portrayed in these children's books, such as enslaved people and indentured servants and native peoples and people of color and women and girls, and it's always interesting to see what an author looks at/overlooks in these portrayals. I don't think there's a word for the Colonial times that's equivalent to "medievalism," the term that describes a pop culture reimagination of Medieval tropes that says more about contemporary culture than it says about the Medieval period, but if there is, let me know, because that word would describe the Felicity books!

Here's another thing that I am weirdly fascinated by: cheese boards! And not regular, normal, appetizing cheese boards--I am specifically fascinated by the over-the-top, conspicuously consumptive, pre-Revolutionary French feast cheese boards. The ones that have super expensive food just piled all over them, so the experience of eating 15-dollar cheese and out-of-season raspberries looks more like the experience of picking scraps out of a trough of slop. Olives touch watermelon, pistachios sit in their shells and pomegranates are displayed merely quartered--how are you even supposed to EAT those two at a social event in front of a bunch of strangers?!?

I'm disgusted, and I also can't stop looking at them on instagram. Here's how to make them, apparently!



It's definitely my emetophobia saying this, but I want people to wear gloves when they lovingly curl up slices of greasy prosciutto into rosebuds, touching every single millimeter of it with their fingers.

And the sauces. That honey is going to drip all over everything, and maybe you don't want honey on your cheddar!

And nothing is labeled! If it's fancy, expensive cheese, freaking LABEL IT so that I know what on earth I'm eating! No label, and it might as well be Velveeta.

When I wasn't trying to convince my family that cheese boards are a sign of the end times, I was introducing the children to one of my favorite shows as a kid, The Addams Family:



The Addams Family is kind of a deep cut these days (hell, it also was back in the 80s when I was binge-watching it!), but Syd always has the deeper cut, because she makes me watch Percy Jackson-themed vine compilations:



Another thing we've been streaming non-stop?

The Nutcracker, of course!

There are so many differently choreographed versions of The Nutcracker, and so many of them available on YouTube! Syd and I will skim just about every one we find--we always want to see how they handle the party scene, and the battle scene, and Mother Ginger, and if they include the angels/trees at the top of Act II. Syd likes it when young Clara is changed out for an older dancer en pointe, and I like to find the weirdest interpretations of Mother Ginger that I can. This is the weirdest I've found this year, and it's extra fun because the child of one of my Facebook friends dances in this production!



She's a soldier this year, not a baby clown, but their battle scene is also really awesome.

Syd and I watched the Bolshoi Ballet production in the movie theater last year, and it's one of my favorites. There's an actual human playing the nutcracker toy, a kid with insane ab and thigh muscles, as they've basically got to spend the entirety of Act I in horse stance, even when being hauled around by their middle:



It's good conditioning!

What did YOU read and watch and listen to obsessively in November?

P.S. I have tons more book and Spotify and YouTube recs on my Craft Knife Facebook page, because although I only list my recs here once a month, I'm reading and watching and listening to weird stuff every single day!

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

We are Foster Failures: Introducing the Ginger Prince

Once upon a time, there was a kid who loved cats. She already had a cat who she was obsessed with, but she also had a great memory, and she remembered that when she was very, very little, we used to foster kittens with our local Humane Society.

So she brought it up. A lot.

Whenever she brought it up, we always had a really great excuse. It was Nutcracker season, and we wouldn't be home enough. It was Girl Scout cookie season, and we wouldn't be home enough. The grandparents were coming to visit, and it would be too busy. We were planning a really big vacation, and we couldn't risk taking a litter and not having them up to their weight minimum before we had to leave.

But then we got home from that really big vacation, and the kid made some more really valid points, and she promised to be really responsible, and we didn't have anymore travel planned for a couple more months...

And so we got a litter of foster kittens. One litter. And if it worked out, we could maybe get another litter later in the year.



First pictures of Buttons, Jones, and Lionheart were difficult to obtain. They were more than half wild, and suffered quite a bit from the wiggles:



The only way that the kid could keep them still enough to weigh them on my postal scale was to pop them into a Tupperware:


The kid weighed them every day, and recorded their weights and general dispositions on a chart. When they wouldn't eat their nice kitten food and wouldn't gain weight, she convinced us to buy them chicken baby food. And then when we told her that we couldn't keep doing that (that stuff is something like a buck a jar!), the kid figured out how to take a baked chicken breast and blend it with water to make her own chicken baby food slurry for the kittens to eat.

Which they did until their little tummies were tight, and they thrived!




There is not a lot that's better than having a litter of kittens in your life--particularly if you're not the one taking care of them! The kid was impeccably diligent and responsible with their care, cleaning all the messes and stewarding their delicate health and socializing them so that they stopped being wild beasts and started being snuggly purr machines.

You might notice that in all of these photos, there's one foster kitten that seems to get the most coverage. Whereas Lionheart was the bravest, and Buttons was the sweetest, Jones is the ultimate Capital K Kitten, exactly what you think about when you think about what a puffy little ball of kitten fluff would be like.





It shouldn't have surprised us, then, that after a few weeks, the kid began negotiations to keep Jones. You can do this, of course, but then everyone knows that you're a Foster Failure. Negotiations went like this:

Three cats would be too many cats.
We used to have three cats, until Ballantine died. And we were totally going to adopt Tagalong after that, but then his owner miraculously found him.

The little kid already has her own special cat.
True, but that beloved kitty came into our lives nine whole years ago. The big kid got to pick out her very own dog just a couple of years ago, and the little kid didn't make a peep of protest.

The kid would have to do all the work to take care of a new pet. Nobody else is going to lift a finger to help.
She was already taking care of all three foster kittens all by herself, and that's even more work than taking care of just one healthy kitten.

Ultimately, the result was inevitable:



The kid finished out her run of getting three little kittens up to adoption weight (and weaning them off of eating only pureed chicken, which was the WAY harder job!), and we let the Humane Society know that we were going to be Foster Failures.

Here are her three little kittens, happy and thriving!




  

And here are their Official Portraits. This is Lionheart:



This is Buttons:



And this is our Jones!



He's close to six months old now, and he's happy and wild, alternately wreaking destruction wherever he goes and stretching out to purr contentedly somewhere in his domain:



I didn't want him AT ALL, and yet I can't stand how much I love him.

P.S. Want to follow along with my craft projects, books I'm reading, road trips to random little towns, looming mid-life crisis, and other various adventures on the daily? Find me on my Craft Knife Facebook page!

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Crafty Book Review: First Christmas Trees from Beginner's Guide to Kirigami


My kids think that this is so cringe, but I have GOT to make a major fuss every year about our first Christmas-themed project of the season!

I'm a purist, so the project has to occur after Thanksgiving. And we have to listen to Christmas music, and the first song that we listen to has to be The Pogues

We didn't listen to very many more Christmas songs after that before Syd requested a podcast, instead, and we transitioned to my current favorite podcast, American Girls, but whatever. We started with The Pogues so it counts.

This particular Christmas project is the First Christmas Tree from this book (I'm using Amazon Affiliate links. If you click through to Amazon and end up buying something, nothing changes on your end but Amazon might toss me a penny every four years or so...):


If you think you've never done kirigami, you're wrong. Paper snowflakes are kirigami, as are these Halloween window cut-outs that the kids and I also like to do. 

The First Christmas tree is a little more advanced, but it's a perfect project for teenagers--and me! It held our interest, and was challenging enough that we had to think about what we were doing, but not so challenging that we couldn't listen to stuff and talk to each other and reminisce about the time that Syd played a Star-Bellied Sneetch in a day camp play when she was just barely five and was so stinking adorable that the program STILL uses her photo from that play in their marketing.

And then I reached behind me and pulled a copy of The Sneetches off of our bookshelves (my shelves are alpha by author, because of COURSE they are) and read it out loud to the kids as they worked, and then I noticed that there was an inscription in the front from their aunt and uncle, who'd apparently given this book to the kids for Christmas 2006, so I snapped a pic and put it on the aunt's Facebook wall to show her that we're still reading it. And then I got back to my kirigami Christmas tree, too!



The cut-out stars are a little fiddly, and Syd actually skipped doing hers and her Christmas tree is still very pretty, but I think it's worth it to see the light shining through!


This kiddo is just as charming cutting out a paper Christmas tree as she was at five, standing on a stage and wearing a brown paper bag with a giant crayoned star upon thar:


We did not have the paper called for in the tutorial, which was fine. The kids are using cardstock for their trees and I used their shaving cream marbled paper for my star--


--and my tree used to be a file folder!


Everybody made their own tree, but of course, in our family you never really have to work on a project all by yourself. There's always someone to assist you!



Even with the x-acto knives out for the first time this season, Will is the only one who cut herself, and honestly, it was due--we hadn't even gotten into a single conversation about blood-borne infections at all yet that day! Gasp!

Somehow that inevitable conversation about blood-borne infections transitioned to a conversation about pinworms. If you don't know what pinworms are, don't Google it. Your peace of mind is more important.


I think these trees turned out ADORABLE!


See how Syd didn't cut out stars, but did embellish her tree with some scrap garland? SO cute!


Will used purple cardstock, which is just as pretty and makes me want to make an entire rainbow of trees.

So now we don't have our big Christmas tree up, or any of our Christmas decorations, or any of our Christmas gifts--in fact, we still have our Halloween decorations out, which I absolutely do NOT want to talk about--but still, our coffee table is now perfectly festive.

And The Pogues have called me a maggot and told me that they've built their dreams around me, so it's officially the Christmas season, indeed!

I received a copy of Beginner's Guide to Kirigami free from a publicist, because I can't write about a book if it hasn't gotten me wielding an x-acto knife while humming along happily to Irish punk!

Friday, November 29, 2019

Teach Your Kids to Make Applesauce (And Then You Never Have to Do it Again Yourself!)

Homemade applesauce is one of the official Things That We Do with Apples in the Fall.

It's tradition! I mean, you know, as far as tradition states that we buy waaaaaay too many apples at the apple orchard in the fall, and then have to find useful things to do with the ones that even we couldn't stuff ourselves with (in this family, we are VERY into apples).

I know that store-bought no-sugar-added applesauce is inexpensive, but our applesauce also has no sugar added, and it's fresh, and local, and we know where all the apples came from, and it's incredibly delicious, and it's good for the kids to learn how to make their own food.

Especially when it's this easy to make!

1. Peel and core the apples. You can prepare as few or as many apples as you want! I think it's a good way to use up any apples that are unsightly enough that the kids won't eat them as-is, mwa-ha-ha.

This bushel of apples did not keep as well as I'd hoped it would (I think it's because I let them all sit at room temperature, when I should have kept most of them stored somewhere cooler), so I had the kids pick through the entire bushel, taking out every apple that had a bad spot or was looking pretty bruised.

The kids peeled and cored each apple, and cut away any remaining bad spots. Then they tossed them directly into that big pot there in the middle of the table:


2. Cook the apples on low in a lidded pot until sufficiently done. The kids put the lid on the pot, then put it on the stove on low heat. This cooks down very gradually for most of the afternoon, and the kids just have to remember to check on it every hour or so:

 
Each time they check on it, they stir it with a wooden spoon and start to mash it down when it's soft enough, and when it reaches a consistency that they both like (chunky is yummy!), they take it off the heat and spoon it directly into large Mason jars.

The kitten helps, because of course he does!


Notice that I had them leave plenty of head space at the top of each Mason jar--we leave one jar in the refrigerator to eat right away, and store the rest of the jars in the freezer.

Well, except for two giant bowls full of applesauce that the kids eat piping hot, of course!

The kids made another, smaller batch of this applesauce a few weeks later, with the very last apples remaining from that bushel, at least the ones that Will didn't juice, and that was it for our orchard apples!

We like this applesauce recipe enough that I've never experimented, but sometime I plan to get enough time on my hands that I go a little stir-crazy and decide to try out something like these spiced or fruit-blended applesauce recipes. I'm also interested in the fact that the author doesn't peel the apples first; instead, the applesauce is blended afterwards, which apparently breaks up the peels enough to hide them? I'd love the nutrition and fiber boost of including the apple peels, but the one time I did try to make applesauce with the peels on, I was definitely left with woody bits of peel all through the applesauce, so I dunno.

P.S. For those of you playing the homeschool game, here are the boxes that we checked off with this activity!

  • Both kids used this as a step for the Girl Scout Senior Locavore badge (Syd is only a Cadette, but I let her earn Senior badges. Feel free to call the Badge Police on me!).
  • Will used this as an enrichment activity for the Girl Scout Senior Sow What Journey.
  • I'm also looping the Sow What Journey into Will's AP Environmental Science class, since food issues are intrinsically tied into land use.