@Away Laughing Ha! This was an actual problem when I was at UC Davis (way back in the early 90s). Olive trees dropping fruit, turning into olive slicks.
I remember being perplexed though that I was in the middle of olive country and you couldn't buy nice, oil-cured, local olives. The only local ones were in cans. Same with oil. I'd assume this has changed in the intervening decades as foodie-ism has taken over?
@Lily Rowan Oh yes, but the Tomato Aspic falls into the category of "foods no one really likes but we're irrationally attached to." The same cousin's mother makes an oyster gratin with saltines that none of us really like but her mother made it, and without it, Christmas just feels wrong somehow. So, Oyster Gratin, Tomato Aspic, a roast of some sort and whatever elaborate pastry my formerly-anorexic cousin makes. Joy Joy Love Love.
Oh my. My mother makes a tomato aspic ring mold for holidays -- strawberry jello, tomato juice, grated celery and onion all solidified in a ring mold. Fill the center with curried mayonnaise. Surround with hearts of palm and artichoke hearts. She tried to retire it a few years ago, but my oldest cousin was heartbroken -- apparently, mayo mixed with elderly curry powder out of a tin is one of the flavors of her childhood. So, there it is, every Christmas, the tomato aspic.
For anyone interested in O'Connor's medieval Catholic theology, I'd also highly recommend Habits of Being -- the letters to "A" are rich, strange, wonderful. She was a devout member of the One True, but also was continually annoyed by the pious -- her letters about her mother and the pious dragging her off to Lourdes are a wonder ... which reminds me, might be time for my once-a-decade spin back through that one ... it lives on my bedside table.
@cmf406 Ooh -- interesting. The other sweet part of the bracelet is that the links are little gold snaffle bits ... it is, unfortunately, very worn though. It was good to be the favorite granddaughter ...
I fought the Theoryheads all the way through my PhD -- and now, 15 years later, as I'm working on/wrestling with a book I find myself wonderstruck by Walter Benjamin -- how did I miss him the last time? Also Barthes. I love Barthes. Have you read the diary of his grief for his mother? Barthes always breaks my heart.
I did see Derrida once at Stanford -- he was so boring. He just stood there on stage "deconstructing" ideas like it was a party trick. Sigh.
Ooh! I have a bracelet with reverse crystals on it -- unfortunately, it came from my grandmother who was hard on jewelry, so the paintings on the inside are quite worn. But I love it. Weird little foxhunting scenes from my horsey grandmother.
I've been rocking the Bota Box Redvolution for months now. Not too sweet, nice French plonk, and it's way easier to recycle cardboard here than glass.
To quote my granny, who left us in December at nearly 102 years old: "I don't know why any of you girls would get married now that you don't *have* to."
RIP to the woman who told me over and over and over again "Always make your own money."
The Letters of Hannah Arendt and Mary McCarthy is one of my favorite books -- came out in the 90s, might be available on ABE. Really wonderful -- they talked about *everything* -- from sex to world affairs. Can't rec it highly enough ...