6.26.2009

sweet and sour

As I may have mentioned, while I'm a homekeeper at heart, I'm an academic by day and spend most of the year teaching and writing about women's literature. With academia comes highs and lows - as with any job, I suspect. This summer (so far), I've been on one long high (despite the revise and resubmit letter I received today for an article about Sylvia Plath that I have written), working on a new project about food writing, specifically the work of women food writers.

While I suspected this summer would be all about reading about eating, it started off with a reminder that I haven't left my old love of chick lit behind. In early May, I received an email from Joanne Rendell, whose written a new book entitled Crossing Washington Square. Her work, from what I gathered, was chick lit about academics, which, of course, immediately appealed to me. And, her new novel, which will be released in early fall, is about a chick lit scholar and a Sylvia Plath scholar who find themselves at odds and are forced to confront some misconceptions that they have about one another and the literature they love. Joanne contacted me to see if I'd be interested in reading an advanced copy. Of course! I replied.

You see Sylvia Plath was the author who really launched my whole graduate career. I had enrolled in graduate school in English only because I desperately wanted to complete a Museum Studies degree and work in the education department of a museum upon graduating. At the graduate school that I attended, you were only allowed to receive a certificate in Museum Studies if you were enrolled in a degree program. I picked English because I loved to read. Naive, I know.

Something curious happened, though, as I sat in on classes and began to teach. I found out that I really wanted to be a professor. And I found myself thinking critically about literature in a way that I never had before. I wrote a paper on Sylvia Plath and The Bell Jar (which I've since revised more times than I can count and which is the ill-fated essay that I spoke of earlier); I got interested in food and literature; and I discovered chick lit - a contemporary women's genre which is all about consumption (food, sex, shopping). Despite discouraging remarks from an older, female faculty member who noted I'd never get anywhere writing about "beach reading" (shame on her! bad feminist!), I wrote my dissertation on chick lit, looking at British and American novels - from Bridget Jones's Diary to The Cigarette Girl - and analyzing the way in which the books engaged with consumer culture, particularly women's advice manuals. So, I found it freaky when Joanne said her new novel was about a Plath scholar and a chick lit scholar - my self, split, it seemed. But, her book wasn't freaky at all. It's actually very, very good and speaks - on a fictional level - to a lot of the issues that I discuss in my own work.

So... how did I arrive at food memoirs this summer? In my disseration (which later turned into a book - out in paperback this month!), I had a chapter devoted to domestic-advice publications, like Martha Stewart's Living. My current project is slowly growing out of that chapter as I search for interesting food memoirs to read and write about. I've got a whole stack in my back room right now that I'm waiting to devour. It should prove to be quite a yummy summer.

Keep sweeping, Martha

Finished reading The Professors' Wives' Club and Crossing Washington Square by Joanne Rendell. Also read Shark's Fin and Sichuan Pepper: A Sweet-Sour Memoir of Eating in China by Fuschia Dunlop.

6.24.2009

pincher

Mr. Beeton and I are in the middle of a financial crisis. Okay... that might be a little extreme. We're not exactly broke. We just mismanaged our monthly finances during our trip to Savannah. We grossly overspent, which means these last two weeks we've been making due with what we've got in the fridge until the next paycheck comes.

It's been kind of fun, actually, foraging for food and coming up with recipes using the ingredients that we find. Our week started with Toscana soup, using some frozen chicken sausage stuffed with spinach and feta that we had from the last time we made Toscana soup. The next night, we used some old frozen hamburger meat to make tacos. Following that, we paired our frozen potstickers with a recipe for Basmati rice pilaf, which we'll use again this week for a modified paella, adding the leftover, leftover chicken sausage and red peppers. To satisfy my sweet tooth, I made chocolate chip peanut butter cookies, using leftover chips from Christmas.

Of course, we won't be able to not spend ANY money from now until the end of the month, especially since this week promises visits with a brother, a former roommate, and an aunt, but when we are able to eat at home, we're trying to do so wisely, stocking up with ingredients for cheap meals. I'll let you know how this week's adventures go, if they're as edible (and economical) as last week's.

Keep sweeping, Martha

6.20.2009

no cigar

We were so close to having a plot in the nearby community garden this past week that we could almost taste the homegrown lettuce and snap peas. We received an email from the garden manager noting that a particularly pesky plot was up for grabs. Usually, they just go down the list (we're about 2,500 on it), but since this plot was "challenging," there was a need for some experienced - or at least committed and enthusiastic - gardeners to take over what Mr. Beeton immediately called Plot 9 from Outer Space. We put our name in the ring, hoping that no one else would want the plot. Of course, that night, we walked over to the Whitehaven Community Garden to check it out, and it was like going to the pound. Don't do it. You'll get attached.

Our hopes were buoyed even further when we got another email message from the garden manager asking for "last call." I thought for sure that meant no one had responded to the first call, but later that day, we found out someone higher on the list beat us to it. 

So, for now, we'll have to be content with what we've got out back. A few containers of tomatoes, peppers, mint, basil, and a blackberry bush. Not bad for first-time urban gardeners but certainly no Plot 9 from Outer Space.


Keep sweeping, Martha

6.17.2009

the lady and sons, part deux

Mr. Beeton, Ella, and I just got back from a fabulous trip to Savannah. We headed down south to celebrate the wedding of two of our favorite friends from grad school who, after a long journey, finally found themselves together. 

By the title of this post, you're probably expecting me to write about our delicious butter-filled meal at Lady and Sons, but once again, we didn't make it to the restaurant early enough to garner a reservation for the evening. That's okay, though. We had plenty to keep us busy.

Wednesday night we stayed in Charleston, enjoying some room service and some night swimming. We spent the next morning and early afternoon exploring downtown. Like true tourists, we ate at Bubba Gump (mainly because of their dog-friendly policy). 

Our time in Savannah was, as always, wonderful. I'd been there before we were married for a conference, and later that year, Mr. Beeton and I took a night off from our honeymoon on Jekyll Island to visit these same Savannah friends. This trip, we did some shopping (I brought home a new Marc by Marc Jacobs bow bag - yippee!) and some wandering, but mostly, we ate... thai food, ice cream (for people and dogs), egg sandwiches, and some really, really good grilled scallops at B. Matthew's (where Mr. Beeton accidentally tipped on top of the included gratuity... our waitress must have went home happy...Mr. Beeton, however, did not). 

The food served at the wedding was one of the highlights of the trip as well. The wedding itself was small; the two were married in Whitfield Square, and the reception was held at Garibaldi's.
We knew we were in for a treat when the appetizers were passed around - vegetable spring rolls, chicken pate, fried mushrooms, crab salad in endive. I would have been happy with that, but then the she-crab soup, the house salad, and the crispy flounder (a house specialty) followed. I might go so far as to say it was one of the best meals I've had in a long time. The good company and champagne helped.

By far, however, the treat of the evening was my fun drink - a mango martini! It made me all warm and fuzzy inside, and seeing a happy bride and groom take off in a pedi-cab at the end of the night didn't hurt either.

Congrats and best wishes to k&d! Hope you're having fun in Belize.

Keep sweeping, Martha

Watched He's Just Not That Into You.

6.09.2009

founding farmers

This summer, my librarian partner and I have been using a project we've been working on as an excuse to eat out. Yesterday, we tried Founding Farmers, a place I've been dying to try for a while now. Founding Farmers has a mission - natural food, green design - and I was anxious to see if it lived up to the hype that I'd been hearing. 

Not only was the building design impressive (it did, in fact, feel like you were walking into a "very cool farmhouse"), but the food that I had was awesome. An Arnold Palmer, chicken pot pie, and campfire smores pudding for dessert. My only regret was that it was one o'clock in the afternoon. I really wanted to try some of the innovative cocktails that were listed.

The only other excitement around here was the party we attended this past weekend for my number one niece! Happy Birthday to Baby M!

Keep sweeping, Martha

Watched What Just Happened?, a lot of bad reality television (Bachelorette, I'm a Celebrity - Get Me Outta Here, Real Housewives of New Jersey), and am in the middle of Weeds: Season 4.

6.01.2009

click three times

Vacation does not really produce many "homekeeping" moments, I've noticed. When you're far from home, you can't cook, clean, and garden in the way that you would if you were. Vacation is all about eating out, shopping, and visiting with family and friends. A good vacation doesn't involve tearing apart someone's kitchen to make yourself scrambled eggs or ripping out their hydrangeas so that you can grow some tomato plants.

Mr. Beeton, Ella, and I have been on vacation, traveling first to Pennsylvania and then spending Saturday night in Virginia with Mr. Beeton's parents to celebrate his mom's 60th birthday with a sixties-themed party. The entire week was filled with fun though not particularly filled with "homekeeping" moments (though I'd love to get and post the recipe for some delicious cheese puffs stuffed with olives that Mr. Beeton's aunt made).

Perhaps the farthest we strayed from home was in our visit to the Sands in Bethlehem - the casino built on the South Side of Bethlehem, which used to house the massive steel plants. After a bit of a battle with city residents, the Sands was finally built at 77 Sands Boulevard in Bethlehem (though locals will know that Sands Boulevard is a fictional street... it's really off 412, near Fourth Street and the Minsi Trail Bridge). 

When I first heard talk of the plans, I didn't really know how I felt. My brother, his wife, and their baby girl live near Atlantic City, and I've heard first-hand the potential problems that might come with slots in the Christmas City. Yet, I didn't really feel like this would be the city's downfall. Not being much of a gambler myself, I also didn't feel as though this was the next best thing to Musikfest. The Sands had to prove itself.

My family decided to venture down on Friday night. They were curious to see for themselves, make their own judgments. My Pop-Pop had worked for Bethlehem Steel, so like many residents, we felt like we had a vested interest in whatever went up in those abandoned plants.

And, I can't say we were disappointed. As cheesy as casinos are (and cannot avoid being), the architects at the Sands did a great job of retaining the integrity of the building. You drive right under a steel structure as you enter the grounds, which firmly cements the contemporary building in the history of the city. Inside, too, the designers went to great lengths to connect the casino to what came before. In particular, there were orange and reds lights hanging artfully from the ceiling, reminiscent of molten steel. 

While none of us came away big winners (my dad won $6.50), it was definitely worth going. And, besides, a fancy casino is about the furthest thing away from our D.C. railroad apartment so being couldn't have felt more like a vacation.

Keep sweeping, Martha 

Watched Paul Blart: Mall Cop.