A TRUEBLOOD Tablescape

TRUEBLOOD is an HBO show about vampires, and I'm told, quite popular. I have never seen the show because the only vampire that doesn't make me cringe is The Count from Sesame Street, but I was awarded this premium from HBO through work. Seriously, how did they know about my little tablescaping hobby? I mean, what are the odds that I would end up with one of these? So, in honor of Halloween, I've put together what I imagine a sexy vampire dinner might be like . . . First, it would have to be a candlelight dinner . . .

With a nice fire built up in the fireplace . . .

Everything on the table was provided by HBO with the exception of the tablecloth, the flatware and the clear crystal wine glasses . . .

The studly vampire brings a rose to his beautiful, ethereal victim . . . It must be a red rose . . . What else . . . ?

The flatware is stainless steel and iron . . . no silver for this bad boy . . . The pattern is called Treble Clef, by Gourmet Settings . . .

Here's the underside of the plate . . .

Candlelight refracts through the crystal glasses evoking the shape of Gothic arches. The pattern is called Chartres by Atlantis . . . We've had these since our wedding, 26 years ago. I believe the pattern is now discontinued.

What will the vampire and his lady have for supper . . . ?

Will he use the napkin to wipe his fangs . . . ?

No garlic on the menu . . .

And the most important question of all . . .

Who's going to do the dishes . . . ?

I'm joining Susan at Between Naps on the Porch for Tablescape Thursday. Please stop by to visit so you can enjoy some wonderfully creative tablescapes. Here's the link: http://betweennapsontheporch.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-fall-tablescape-and-give-way.html

Tea Bread Tuesday: Country Applesauce Muffins

Uh . . . nope. Didn't like this one. Too dry. Eh . . . I'm done with apple breads . . . Apple pie: yes . . . Apple turnovers: yes . . . Apple juice: yes . . . Apple bread: not so much . . .

Fortunately, Creepy and Spooky are back . . . and they have voracious apetites!

Here's the link for the recipe: http://www.williams-sonoma.com/recipe/country-applesauce-muffins.html

Falling leaves

My uncle, Ricardo, passed away yesterday. He was one of my mother's three siblings and her only brother.

What a sweet, gentle man! He called me "Mi rayito" - my little ray (of sunshine). He never married or had children, so his sisters' children became his own. I remember the story of Ricardo being arrested in Cuba for getting caught with 5 lbs. of sugar that he bought in the black market. He did it so my aunt could bake her son a birthday cake (the charges were dropped after the arresting officers were bribed, despicably, a common practice in Cuba).

I also remember when he came from Cuba during the boat lift that took place in 1979. Castro emptied his jails during this mad exodus, but some very decent, hard working people also managed to get out, my uncle among them. The stories he told of the harrowing 90-mile trip on a storm-tossed little boat were terrifying. The thing is, he didn't want to come. Ricardo was always perfectly content with his circumstances. He came because he felt he had to watch out for his sister, Olga, and that was that. Two days after arriving in Chicago he was working. At one point in those early days, he held as many as four part-time jobs at a time. That is my most vivid memory of my uncle: He was always working.

He gave the biggest hugs. He loved olives. He adored me.

He may not have had children of his own, but those genes will not be denied. My brother's son, Colin, looks so much like Ricardo!

He has been preceeded in death by my mother, the youngest sister, and my Aunt Olga, the oldest. Only one sibling left on this branch. ¡Adios, tío querido! Good bye, dear uncle! I will miss you.

1922-2010

Loving son, brother and uncle

Rest in peace

Melancholic Autumn

I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest
wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

—Autumn Movement, Carl Sandburg

Tea Bread Tuesday: Apple Cake

I wanted to try apples on a tea bread, to immerse myself in the season - Apple Loving Season, that is . . . This one came from Ms. Paula Deen. She calls it Uncle Bob's Fresh Apple Cake . . .

It was good: The cake was dense and the Granny Smith Apples provided that sweet-tart combination that seems to work so well in tea breads. It tasted fine at room temperature, but I cut a piece while still warm and . . . it was sublime . . . Hmm . . .

My husband and taster par excellence, Leo, has been rating the breads lately. He rated this one a 7.5 out of 10 points. Then he experimented with a different rating system - 3½ teaspoons out of 5. He is committed to practicing until he gets it just right. What a guy! Here's the link: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/uncle-bobs-fresh-apple-cake-recipe/index.html

Tea Bread Tuesday: Hazelnut Muffins with Strawberry Jam

Simple and uncomplicated goodness . . . yum!

I didn't wait long enough to take the muffins out of the tins and some of the strawberry jam oozed out on the kitchen counter . . .

So I refilled some of the centers with a little more jam . . .

There was a lot of finger licking going on this time around . . . A tough job . . .

Here's the link for the recipe: http://www.williams-sonoma.com/recipe/hazelnut-muffins-with-strawberry-jam.html

Early Fall Downtown

We are a 15-minute drive from the downtown district . . . Downtown Naperville, that is . . .

Lots of places to eat . . . Some dressy, and some casual enough to just pop in without a lot of planning . . .

Now why didn't I think of these when I went out looking for new Salt and Pepper shakers . . .

Naperville has developed a delightful riverwalk along the west bank of the DuPage River . . . .

Peaceful, beautiful . . .

It may not be the bridges of Madison County, but it has its own charm . . .

It was a nice way to say good bye to summer . . .