Archive for the ‘sunday bear’ Category

Martin and Cornelius now have their own cooking show, “Bearly Cooking.”

It’s Julia Child Week!

No better way to meet Julia than through Paul Child’s eyes. This excerpt from a letter he wrote to his family when he and Julia were first dating is the best analysis of her character, according to biographer Noël Riley Fitch:

She never ‘puts on an act,’ or creates a scene. She’s direct and simple about natural functions such as defecation, urination and belching, and has no measly Mrs. Grundyisms concerning sex. She frankly likes to eat and use her senses and has an unusually keen nose. She appreciates the special local overtones of both places and people and never gravitates toward the stuffy and safe. She is unusually strong physically and marvelously healthy. She has a firm and tried character in seeing a job through and is naturally very clean and sweet at all times. She has a cheerful, gay humor with considerable gusto as well as subtlety, and appears not to be frightened easily and is therefore emotionally steady rather than hysterical when things get tough. She has a frank and warm liking for men, and no apparent bitchiness about other dames. She loves life and all its phenomena, a quality which shows to great advantage in traveling . . . She has a deep-seated charm and human warmth which I have been fascinated to see at work on people of all sorts, from the sophisticates of San Francisco to the mining and cattle folk of the Northwest. She would be poised and at ease anywhere. I should say; she tells the truth, and for the most part uses balanced rather than extravagant language. In this connection I believe that her thinking has become much more careful, logical and objective in the last two years, and I find her interesting and fun to talk to at any time. And I love her dearly.

~ from Appetite for Life: The Biography of Julia Child by Noël Riley Fitch (Doubleday, 1997).


♥ This week’s Sunday Bear Hug is brought to you by Martin and Cornelius, who think everyone should always have at least one rubber chicken on hand. A kitchen essential, like trick mustard.




Monday, August 13: Julia’s Favorite Chocolate and Almond Cake

Tuesday, August 14: Minette’s Feast with Susanna Reich and Amy Bates

Wednesday, August 15: Bon Appétit with Jessie Hartland

Thursday, August 16: Julia the Ham and Her Recipe for Cherry Clafouti

Friday, August 17: Paul Child’s Birthday Sonnets

Click to see how PBS is celebrating — recipes, videos, tributes, quotes, etc.


Copyright © 2012 Cornelius Bawk Bawk Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.

Read Full Post »

“Colette” by Muriel Townsend (Yes-No bear, tan merino wool, antique baby dress, velvet necklace, brooch, 1990. One of a kind.)

The Heart of a Woman
by Georgia Douglas Johnson

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

Source: The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems (The Cornhill Company, 1918)


♥ Today’s Sunday Bear Hug is brought to you, as ever, by your loyal friend Mr. Cornelius. His heart soars whenever he thinks of you. ☺

(((((((((((((((((((((BIG HUG))))))))))))))))))


Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.

Read Full Post »

“Chad” (Bialosky by Gund, 1985)

The Gift
by Li-Young Lee

To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.
I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
he raised above my head.
Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Had you followed that boy
you would have arrived here,
where I bend over my wife’s right hand.
Look how I shave her thumbnail down
so carefully she feels no pain.
Watch as I lift the splinter out.
I was seven when my father
took my hand like this,
and I did not hold that shard
between my fingers and think,
Metal that will bury me,
christen it Little Assassin,
Ore Going Deep for My Heart.
And I did not lift up my wound and cry,
Death visited here!
I did what a child does
when he’s given something to keep.
I kissed my father.
~ from Rose, copyright © 1986 Li-Young Lee  (BOA Editions, Ltd.).
♥ Today’s Sunday Bear Hug is brought to you by Mr. Cornelius, who wishes everyone a Happy Father’s Day. He would also like you to have a piece of lemon meringue pie, favorite of Jama’s father James. ☺
Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 750 other followers

%d bloggers like this: