I have a tomato problem. I didn’t think it would come to this, but it has. There are just too many tomatoes in my garden. Every day the children are bringing in buckets of them.
I thought that having six tomatoes plants would be manageable because I treated them so poorly. In fact they’re just lying all over the ground in a tangled mess.
But I guess one can mistreat tomato plants, and they’ll still produce.
This is a problem because I don’t “can.” I don’t know how to can, nor do I have any desire to can, but I do hate wasting good produce, so lately I’ve been making fresh salsa every day.
But that still didn’t get rid of all these tomatoes.
So I sallied forth and made my very first pot of homemade tomato soup. I did this by roasting a bunch of tomatoes, onions, and garlic first.
Then I blended them all in batches with basil from the garden.
My husband loved this soup, but the children thought it needed a little cream cheese. Me? I don’t care, I’m just trying to decide what I’m going to do with these:
In the meantime, what have I been listening to while chopping tomatoes? The Patrick Coffin Show. Have you heard his September interview with Joseph Pearce? It’s soooo entertaining! He and Pearce talk books for an hour and a half. It’s delightful, especially because they’re mentioning such great books like Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables and Belloc’s The Path To Rome.
Speaking of good books…if you’ve never read Joseph Pearce’s autobiography Race With the Devil, you should. I have a tremendous respect for that man. He went from being the leader of white supremacist group to writing Catholic biographies and editing a series of literature books for Ignatius Press.
Incidentally, my local Saturday Morning Book Club will be reading Pearce’s book Unmasking of Oscar Wildein a few months. I can’t wait for it.
The other day I was wandering around the religion section at Barnes and Noble, when I spotted a pretty little book, tucked in between some really humdrum-looking titles. It caught my eye, as the cover was face out and, like I said, beautiful.
I immediately picked it up upon recognizing the author, Anne Bogel. She’s the creator of Modern Mrs. Darcy, a fun website that I’ve perused for book titles. I’ve also heard her interviewed on Sarah Mackenzie’s podcasts.
But this particular book caught my eye not only because of it’s pretty cover, but also because of it’s snarky title and quaint size. (It’s about as long as my hand. I love small, hardcover books.)
I immediately and randomly flipped it open to Chapter 8 How to Organize Your Bookshelves, and I was hooked. I love books. And I love organizing. But I snapped it shut. No! I won’t buy another book for myself. I’m here to find something for my husband after all. (Our anniversary was just days away.)
Somehow, though, the book stayed in my hand.
I wandered over to the Beer and Wine section. Hmmm, maybe he hasn’t gotten me anything yet? Maybe I should help him out and buy Anne Bogel’s book and then gave it to him, so that he can give it to me? Yes! That’s just it.
And that’s just what I did. I bought the book, gave it to my husband, who gladly accepted it, and then had to wait two days before opening it at dinner on our 13th Anniversary.
Thank you, Honey!
So, I’d Rather Be Reading
I read this book in 24 hours, and this was restraining myself. You know, like putting the book down to make supper and attending to the baby. It was such a short, fun read, though, that I didn’t even have to lock myself in the bathroom to finish it.
But man is she crazy! I’m not sure she sleeps at all, with all those books she’s reading, and I found this a little inspiring. I really shouldn’t waste time putzing around on my phone or the internet. Rather, I should just pick up a book. And this should never be a problem either because I should keep a book on me at all times. (Another reason that I love small, hardcovers. They easily fit into my purse/diaper bag.)
Anyway, I thought I’d answer a few of her questions that she poses in her book.
What was the last story you wished would never end?
Easy. My kids’ book,Jock’s Island by Elizabeth Coatsworth. If she was still alive, I’d write her a letter and beg her to write an extended adult version. Like 10 volumes long. Who doesn’t like volcanoes and islands and seas and a hopeful, young couple separated by it all?
Which was the last volume you hurled across the room?
Hmmm…besides Elizabeth Gaskell’s Cranford? Maybe Anthony Trollope’s The Warden. I tried reading that one last week. Nope. Not gonna happen. Boring!
Can every devoted reader point back to the book that hooked them on the story? …one that made them decide, for themselves, to make reading a part of their life, forever?
The first book I ever remember reading, on my own, and loving, was L.M. Montomery’s Anne of Green Gables. I still love that book.
And finally I’ll recommend Bogel’s book for the following kinds of people:
Those of you who max out your library check-outs.
Those of you who like to rearrange your bookshelves for the practical reason that you do not have enough space.
Those of you who think Dust Jackets present a Dilemma. (I hate them and chuck them, by the way. If there happens to be any interesting material on them, I will cut it out and tape it to the inside cover of that book, but the rest goes.)
Those of you who have “ever finished a book under the covers with a flashlight when they were supposed to be sleeping.” (That’s Bogel’s official Book Dedication.)
In the end, I am a bit concerned for myself, however, after reading I’d Rather Be Reading. You see, she has a chapter titled Book Bossy, and I’m afraid that I fit the bill, and this is not good. Dear Readers, I sincerely apologize for all my bossiness. You should pray for me.
P.S. She’s read all of Evelyn Waugh’s books and loves Brideshead Revisited. Ergo, she can’t be that crazy because Waugh is awesome.