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a journal of the cha(ca)os (and fig) year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 1, 2025 by xi'an

 Read the last part of The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell, which still  takes place in the early 1800’s at the Dutch East India Company trading post Dejima in Nagasaki, as the historical aspects—like the attempt by a British ship to take over the outpost—beat the weakest features of the story. The end does feel rushed.

I made my first attempt at a chocolate tablet by mixing the cocoa—cacao in French—paste (kako in Créole) I brought back from Guadeloupe—made from the cocoa seeds I had bought at the market, roasting and crushing them—with crushed biscuits and a tiny bit of butter. The result was keeping with the bitter chocolate flavour I enjoy in 100% cocoa tablets, if presumably richer in fat and sugar, and more on the chocolate biscuit side! As the fig tree is now delivering at full speed, I am making compotes and office deliveries on most days, along with picking great tomatoes (which survived the heat waves) and the second chili pepper that grew from the chili tree this summer—sadly so low on the Scoville scale that it didn’t much differ from the peppers that also grew there—. In a bountiful year, the only failure was the buckwheat attempt, since no single flower came to deliver. Expert advice is thus sought for next year! This did not prevent me from resuming cooking whey (from skyr) and buckwheat, rye, or chestnut crêpes (on the Amazon iron griddle that no longer sticks!).

Watched and enjoyed the series Dept. Q, a gritty, depressing, and engrossing detective story that mixes cold cases, domestic violence, PTSD, sexism, several levels of guilt, and a variety of Scottish accents, from Edinburgh to the Western Isles. Despite the captivity thread in the scenario that I always dislike as a weak option in this kind of story, albeit making more sense as the episodes unfold. The grey areas surrounding most characters keeps the series at quite an acceptable level of engagement, as does the range of personalities thus displayed. This includes most victims that could have fallen into the poor-dear trap, but remain ambiguous and equally guilty to maintain the balance. Looking forward new seasons (not in the Scottish sense, where most days usually cover all four of them!). Also watched the second season of Wednesday, enjoyable enough if on the light and repetitive side. With Jenna Ortega still running the show, along with a stronger presence of Catherine Zeta-Jones. Just missing the Cramps moment of Season 1!

a journal of the elderberry father

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2025 by xi'an

Read The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell, which takes place in 1799 at the Dutch East India Company trading post Dejima in Nagasaki, with Jacob de Zoet being a young Dutch trader. There are a lot of threads, from the Tokugawa closure of Japan to foreigners (called sakoku), to the hidden Christians, to the mutual xenophobia of Dutch and Japanese officials, to the emergence of a global commercial system (with de Zoet carrying Adam Smith in his travel box), to supernatural powers of zen monks, &tc., &tc… As The Guardian puts it,  “the final effect is confused. The main problem seems to be that Mitchell hasn’t decided if he’s writing a straight historical novel, a grandly themed fable or a cheerfully trashy romp.” Also read a BD taking on Animal Farm, called Animal Castle where the dictator is a massive bull and the enforcers Dobermanns. With a modern twist and both humour and resistance in the face of tyranny.

Made more rhubarb preserve, more galettes and more almond butter. Of which the later may have costed me dear since a parking car presumably damaged my most useful bike to a point of no repair, while I was purchasing those almonds. (I ended up find a used and cheap version of my light city bike to be cannibalised for parts.) I also tried to make the galettes on a traditional cast iron billig (pancake pan), but could not keep the galettes from sticking. And became a Holy Grail father by making a jar of elderberry jelly out of the berries growing from an old elder in our garden, a first attempt if the last type of berry I made use of! It proved rather time-consuming from collecting the berries on high branches to combing them from the stems, to cleaning them and to finally press them into a juice (that need be well-boiled to avoid poisonous cyanide effects!). Also made a few jars of blackberry jam out of invading vines from a deceased neighbour’s garden, which took about a tenth of the time necessary for the elderberry jelly.

Watched Old Guard 2, irremediably terrible (in The Guardian‘s terms, “this delayed Netflix sequel is an incomplete mess”). And the 2009 Japanese series Jin, another time-trap scenario when a character gets sucked into an earlier era (1860’s Edo Japan in this case) and brings changes while trying to avoid impacting the current era. As a neurosurgeon having to fight cholera with no drugs. Enjoyable enough, with a crazy samurai reminding me of Mifune Toshirō.  Apart the soapy parts and the long periods when the surgeon stares at the sun (without turning blind). But not as funny as the South Korean Mr. Queen. However it made me aware of the time when the Tokugawa shogunate ended and the Meiji Imperial Government took over. The characters include historical figures like Katsu Kaishū and Sakamoto Ryōma. I also discovered how much France and Britain were involved in this transition.

a journal of the chaos (and rhubarb) year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2025 by xi'an

 Read Fjellet, geværet, vannet (A mountain, a gun, a lake) by Lars Ramslie (in French, published by the Chamonix based Paulsen editions). A perturbing recollection of a broken childhood between the Norwegian outdoors and violent parenting, in the shadow of an out-of-control father. To the point I found it rather hard to finish the book, the author (and son) being often borderline apologetic for his father’s violent outbursts. That he survived such a trauma is astounding. That local social services could not keep his father away is a shame… I also read E.M. Forster’s A Passage to India classic, while travelling to Chennai, which already reviewed in a separate post.

Beyond indulging in South Indian dishes and a never ending range of appams and local fruits, I made rhubarb preserve from a home-grown rhubarb planting, sometime supplemented with the first figs from our fig-tree and sometime augmented by farmer market sticks. Picked too hot a day to make a ceviche, despite a quick dip in lemon as I returned from the market. (No aftereffect, it just did not taste nice.) And panned an experimental monkfish liver that proved nice and ejnoyable (and with a very mild taste compared with the veal liver I had to eat once a week as a child).

Watched nothing on the flights to and from India. Not even my neighbours’ screens! But watched the Japanese TV series The Hot Spot that is rather funny if not hilarious, and on the lengthy side (esp. all the lunch meetings in Mont Blanc (!) restaurant). Still, the mundane lives of all characters, including the alien—who suffers from all too human shortcomings!—, and  the ever-present backdrop of Mount Fuji make the show worth watching for a while. (A second season feels superfluous, mind.)

a journal of the wars year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 18, 2025 by xi'an

 Read Patrick Dewdney’s La Maison des Veilleurs, the fourth volume in this fantastic fantasy series. Only to realise by the end that this was not the end! The setting is the same as in the previous volumes, which makes this one less exciting and prone to extended lazy episodes. The main character, Syffe, keeps puzzling about his destiny and culpability in past events, and it took me a while to get re-hooked, but this remains a remarkable creation. Hopefully soon to be completed! During my Singaporean trip, I also read Sayaka Murata’s Earthlings which is a short fantasy in the Murakami sense, a disrupting mixture of realism (and nostalgia of childhood days) and of unreal behaviours of the characters. The story revolves around mental and sexual aggressions of the main character as a pre-teen, from a paedophile teacher as well as an abusive mother and a transparent father. The story gradually turns away from any pretence to realism and the end is a wee bit of a disappointment. Still worth reading imho. As well as Graham Greene’s The Man Within, which I had not read before (during an episode of intense exploration of his work, following the discovery of The End of the Affair and Brighton Rock). This is one of the earliest Greene’s, and it does contain many hints and premises of the great books to come, with the themes of pursuit, guilt, salvation already there, but as such, the story is rather awkward and contrived, with unnatural dialogues, inner thoughts revolving in circles, and a complete lack of realism in the scenario. The style itself is definitely Greene’s, with beautiful descriptions of the landscape. (I wonder why the cover features the famous Preikestolen cliff on the Lysefjord  rather than the more sedate Shoreham downs, where smuggling French alcohols makes sense!)

Made no cooking for an entire week but enjoyed the almost infinite variety of Singaporean cuisines, with some nice discoveries. If missing the chili crab session on two consecutive nights! (And, coïncidence!, sat next to the same passenger on both flights between Paris and Singapore. If not the same crew as it happened once between Amsterdam and Calgary.) Had a weekend to recover and make most of my “classics”, incl. the weekly whey buckwheat galettes. And missing once again to keep an aquafaba mousse mouss-y enough!

Watched one episode of When Life Gives You Tangerines, which features Jeju women (haenyeo) diving for abalone harvesting (which I tasted in Singapore, if not likely from Jeju). And (at last) Oppenheimer on my flight back, as a way to fight sleep towards resetting my internal clock. Which I mostly enjoyed, despite some awkwardness in the scenario and an old-fashioned way of flipping between different eras, with black and white episodes in case one does not notice. And a very poor treatment of female characters. The ghastly moments when the team celebrates the destruction of Nagasaki and Hiroshima or when officials refuse to drop from the nuclear arm race are quite strong, especially these days. Among the MCMC originators, only Edward Teller is involved in the story, from his obsession with the H bomb to his testimony against Oppenheimer at the high of the McCarthy Red Scare… I also sped through Companion, a lame movie about support robots turning into killers that offers little in either thriller or comic perspectives. Possibly written by ChatGPT?!

a journal of the cherry year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 1, 2025 by xi'an

 Read La Maison des veilleurs (last part of Le Cycle de Syffe) by Patrick K. Dewdney, still a pleasure to read (and even more to complete) if a wee too much skewed towards self-inspection by the main character, Syffe, and some unnecessary and homely episode. (And with a profusion of characters that I have mostly forgotten since Volume 1.) It remains an original series, the closest being Robin Hobb’s The Soldier Son trilogy, (Without the boarding school almost compulsory episode!) Alas, thrice alas, it is not yet over!!!

Given the profusion of cherries in our cherry tree (didn’t even bother with the second tree producing smaller and tarter cherries), made clafoutis, preserve, and marmalade for a ten-days, before a succession of rain and hot weather ruined the few kilos remaining in the tree, all at once. But raspberries, blackcurrants, rhubarb, and juneberries are still around for the picking, enough for all meals! I also planted buckwheat, hopefully more successfully than last year, when it did not appreciate my fortnight away in Venezia….

Watched The Residence, hilarious Cluedo-style sleuthing (and birding) taking place in the White House, “132 rooms. 157 suspects. One dead body”! With no connection with the current and all too real (if similarly unimpressive) resident and no political intent (except for the satire of a congressional hearing). With Uzo Aduba as The Detective and Giancarlo Esposito as The Murdered. There are plenty of characters (albeit not 157 of them!) and I am definitely missing on famous actors and other show references. Very light, obviously, but nonetheless funny.