blogger book club

Yes, it’s a self-portrait with 10…TEN…people. Be impressed.

So, I finally made it to my first book club ever. I have been part of the group for a while. I actually read (well…am currently reading) the book from last month, The History of Love. I’m really sad I missed the discussion. I think it would have been really interesting to hear everyone’s thoughts about it. Some of the girls didn’t love the ending, so…we shall see.

Last night, however, we did not discuss any book in particular. It was just a party…with much discussion about many things. I love meeting new women and getting to know them (in small groups). Admittedly, I was a little apprehensive, as I only really felt like I knew a few of these girls, but I had so much fun. And, there was such good food…I need to get the recipes. If I hadn’t have been so tired, I would have stayed into the wee hours of the morning. I have a feeling a few of the girls were there very, very late (I didn’t leave until after 11) and I hate missing out on a good chat.

Next month’s book: The Thirteenth Tale

the art of letter writing or how to not regret an email

On my post about friendship, a comment was left about writing emails/letters in certain cases when dealing with a difficult friend situation…specifically “dumping” one. And a reference was made about how writing could be a cop out. The comment has inspired another post.

There is something to be said about written communication. As most of you know, being that you are bloggers, writing and speaking are two very different art forms and the same words can have very different effects. Where spoken words can resonate for a long time and can be very hurtful, they are not easily read, over and over and over again, as are words on a page (or a computer screen). With speaking, intonations, body language, and facial expression all play part in communicating. In writing, emoticons are about the limit of non-verbal communication. For these reasons, I don’t see writing as a cop out (although it is easier) as much as I see it as a very, very powerful weapon that can easily do irreversible damage.

I, unfortunately, have a lot of experience with the negative effects of writing. Yes…I am confessing. Anyone who knows me knows that I have (or have had) a problem with this. I can be absolutely ruthless. I know how to write things in just a way to rip someone apart and, in the past, I have done this intentionally. Are you wondering why I have friends? Me, too.

I have learned a lot about written communication over the course of my life. I would like to share some thoughts with you so that you can, if at all possible, learn from my mistakes, and hopefully avoid your own. I will be referring to letters/emails, but not text messages. I don’t think text messaging should ever be used as a form of communicating anything that is emotionally important, so there is no need to address them. Another disclaimer, these thoughts are only in reference to communication that is about you and the other person. When acting in behalf of someone else, my thoughts/rules are different. Now, let’s begin.

  1. The very first thing to contemplate is whether the conversation is even necessary? Is their a benefit to having this interaction? What is it? The bottom line…you are about to hurt someone’s feelings (assuming she has them…sorry, that was rude). You better have a good reason for doing it.
  2. Assuming the conversation is necessary, before beginning a difficult letter, you need to consider what your motivation is for writing rather than speaking. In my opinion (which is often flawed), speaking is always a better choice, even if it is more difficult, unless you are dealing with a manipulative person who always manages to turn things around so that you end up being the one to apologize or back down. (And these people are often not malicious, they have just learned how to get things through manipulation…often they don’t even realize they are doing it).
  3. The next thing to consider is your purpose in writing, period. Not as opposed to speaking, but in terms of what your desired outcome is.
    1. The biggest mistake a person can make in writing to someone (or having a conversation) is to do it in hopes of changing the other person. You are not going to change them.
    2. The second biggest mistake is to think that you are doing the person a service by telling him whatever it is you want to say. This is because you have just made an assumption that you know how someone should be. You are not God and you don’t get to do that. You may not like how the person is acting. Fine. You can say that. But don’t assume that you are right.
    3. The best motivation (and I think only) is to explain your behavior (which includes feelings). I know that might sound weird, but think about it. You are the one who doesn’t want to spend time with that person any more. It is your choice.

  4. So, you’ve established that you want to write and that your motivation is correct. Now it’s time to construct the letter. The one thing that I have learned is shorter is always better. Keep it short and simple. It is going to hurt your friend no matter what. The fewer words, the better. Not just to avoid hurting a person as much as possible, but also to protect yourself. Words get twisted. The easiest way to avoid a massive tangle of words is to not use very many.
  5. State facts. This happened, this is how it made me feel, which is why I don’t want to… Don’t ever, ever, ever go on the attack. Trust me. It’s ugly. Not only that, but your chances of having any kind of positive effect generally drop to nil.
  6. The final step is to have someone else read the letter. Someone you know, and trust, who you consider to be a kinder person than you are, but who will also tell you when you’ve gone overboard. I use my sister. She is a great editor. Last year I was dealing with a difficult situation. I wrote out an email without any tempering or control, and sent it to my sister so that I could enjoy hitting the “send” button (once again, it really is amazing people like me). She promptly emailed me back telling me that I would regret saying anything that was in that email. Admittedly, it felt good to get it all out, but then I constructed a very simple, short email, resent it to my sister, got the stamp of approval, and I was done.
  7. Generally speaking, the actual letter writing itself may be just the therapy you need to deal with your issues with another person. I have written many more letters than I have ever sent (destroying them promptly) and through the process, I can often see where I am at fault and how modifying my behavior may, in fact, remedy the situation. Or see that writing them a letter would not solve the problem. Or that, as immature as this may sound, avoiding the person may, in fact, be the best solution.
  8. You probably want to consider a few things: Would I be willing to say these things to this person’s face (and if so, why am I not doing that)? How would I feel if I read this about myself? How would I feel if someone I really respected read this? How will I feel when I run into this person?

Final words…a conversation can be shared, but it will be paraphrased. Words on a page are exactly as they came. In email form, they can be sent to more people than a person actually knows (consider your own contact lists) in less than 30 seconds. How would you feel knowing that your letter was being sent to every friend that person has ever had. Trust me. I’ve done this. I received an email from someone once basically ripping me to shreds and you better believe I had forwarded it along to my closest friends within minutes. When a person is being attacked, she wants someone to comfort, validate, console her. You can’t blame me (or anyone) for forwarding those emails along.

The truth is, in 30 years, I only feel like have done this well one time, out of four or five (see…I really think when it comes to the tough stuff, in person is much better than written). And a couple of the bad times were very, very, very bad. Horribly bad. If I could take them back, I would. I just don’t want you to live through the same things I have. So, if you are dealing with someone you need to “dump”…good luck.

alsatian apple tart


Or…Tarte aux Pommes a l’Alsacienne

When I lived in Europe as a missionary, another missionary and I were visiting a family that belonged to our church. As we sat and visited, Soeur Perrier threw together (and baked) this amazing tart. As Sunday was going to be my holiday dinner with my friends, but it was also Sarah’s birthday, I had planned on making a red velvet cake (birthday cake for Sarah)…but to no avail. Harmon’s was all out of red velvet mix and, while I do love baking from scratch, I have yet to find a recipe that is as good as Duncan Hines box mix.

I had a dilemma. It was 1 am Saturday night (Sunday morning…whatever). I love Sarah dearly, but I had no desire to spend more time out in the snowy streets, driving to another store, at 1 in the morning. What’s a girl to do? Well, I decided that, since dinner was a traditional Swiss meal (December 9th is both Sarah’s birthday and Raclette Day), I would bake a delicious tarte aux pommes to go with it. I had a rough idea of what ingredients I needed, added them to my cart full of potatoes and cheese, and headed home.

I’m sure many of you have had an apple tart. It’s pretty basic. Pastry, apples, some sugar, maybe butter and glaze (usually strained apricot jam). But this is a little different. So, without further ado…here’s the recipe.

Basic dough (because there is quite a bit more sugar in this recipe, I didn’t use a sugared shell)

  • 1 1/4 c. flour
  • 1 Tbsp. sugar
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/2 c. cold, unsalted butter
  • 3 Tbsp ice water

Stir together dry ingredients. Cut in butter – use a pastry cutter for a truly flaky crust. Add water until the dough just pulls together. Do not chill. Roll out in a 13 inch circle for a 10 inch tart pan (the dough should be about 1/8 inch thick). Fork the bottom of the shell (this allows air and steam to escape without destroying your tart).Filling

  • 2 lbs of apples (I used about 6 large Jonagold apples)
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/4 c. sugar (plus a little for sprinkling)
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 c. heavy cream

Preheat oven to 375 F with rack in lower 1/3 of oven. Peel, core and slice the apples. Place apples in the tart shell in some kind of layered pattern. Sprinkle with sugar. Bake for 30 minutes (until apples are tender and barely golden).While baking, combine eggs and sugar. Mix until light yellow. Add vanilla and cream. Stir to combine.
When apples are tender, remove tart and pour custard mixture over apples. Return to oven and bake another 10 – 15 minutes, until custard is set. Serve warm or chilled.

nobody puts Baby in a corner

Yes…I do have the raddest friends ever.

The following are poorly shot videos (sorry if they make you a little sea sick), captured with my Nikon Coolpix point and shoot (I thought it would be handy to have for pictures…but didn’t even consider the video possibilities). Oh, and for some reason, I feel the need to talk in a different voice when filming…I mean, my voice is fairly high-pitched, but it’s amazing on the video.

We went skating for Sarah’s b-day (it was Kelly’s first time) and then over to Emily and Jacob’s for a bit o’ fun with Karaoke Revolution, where Richard and Bre stole the show.

Happy Birthday Sarah!

Today is one of my BFF’s birthday! We had a fabulous weekend of celebration. The pictures and play-by-play will appear soon, but for now, I am exhausted and can’t get my computer to upload my pics, so…I am going to just share a few thoughts about how great Sarah is.

Just after I moved back to Utah last year, I went to my friend Jennifer’s bridal shower. It was at her friend Sarah’s house. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this friend of Jen’s. She was the one throwing the bridal shower and I was a little intimidated. She was this über cool designer, with great style and taste, who had made the super cute shower invites. When I finally met her (after imagining just how cool she really was), all of my fears were confirmed. She was cute and stylish, with great fashion sense, and she had the upper hand…she had been living in Utah. She had friends. She didn’t need to be friends with me. (Yes, sometimes I really do think things like that.)

Without boring you with all the details (at least not again…since I have already written most of them on the blog), here we are, a year and a little later, and Sarah has become one of my very dearest friends. She has all of the same intimidating attributes she had when I first met her, but now I know that she really is one of the most selfless people in the world. I wish everyone could have a friend like Sarah. She is so talented and so generous with her talents. She is so busy, and yet so generous with her time (she created my banner…and actually, she took the picture that’s in it, as well). She is extremely wise, and yet she listens without giving advice, unless it’s solicited. And even then she doesn’t say much…just shares her thoughts and leaves it at that.

Sarah has been my partner in crime and foolishness for the past year or so and I can honestly say that this last year has been one of the best years of my life, and that is, in large part, due to Sarah.

Happy Birthday Sarah! I, for one, am very, very, very glad you were born (for very, very selfish reasons).