Sunday, December 11, 2011

Our Christmas tree from Cal-Wood


We cut down our own Christmas tree yesterday at Cal-Wood Education Center, just outside of Jamestown.   Cal-Wood is a non-profit education center on 1,200 acres about 40 minutes from central Boulder whose primary mission is to introduce school children to the outdoors.    Both Cole and Carson had enjoyed two nights at Cal-Wood with their classmates as 5th graders.  On Friday, I learned from a friend that Cal-Wood hosts an annual Christmas tree fundraiser, raising money for their programs by allowing a small number of families to cut down a tree in return for a donation.  I was fortunate enough to get their last reservation.

We pulled into the remote Cal-Wood property at 10am,  received very basic instructions on where to seek a tree and headed out onto a well traveled trail, with crunching snow underfoot and blue skies above.  After about a mile, we found a tree and, using a saw that we found from the tool room in our house, we cut it down with little trouble.  We then carried it back to our car (not without a little trouble) and enjoyed a warm lunch in the Cal-Wood lodge.  Our tree will not be winning any beauty awards, but it comes with a full day of memories and needles so fresh we may keep it until Easter.

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Best Blueberry Muffin Recipe


The boys went to bed hoping for a snow day.  We had many inches of snow over the weekend and, to their great delight,  it was snowing again when we went to bed last night.  It was bitterly cold (4 degrees at 6am) this morning but school was definitely on.  I thought I would soften their disappointment with their favorite blueberry muffins.  They are "Quinn's Blueberry Muffins" because he and his buddy Banyan can eat the whole batch in one sitting.

Quinn's Blueberry Muffins
1 1/4 cup unbleached all-purpose flout
2 tablespoons toasted wheat germ
3/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons unsalted butter softened
2/3 cup sugar
1 egg
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons sour cream
2 teaspoons fresh lemon zest
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups fresh or frozen blueberries

Preheat oven to 375.  Grease 12-18 muffin tins.  (I always can get 18 muffins out of the recipe).
Stir the flour, wheat germ, baking powder, baking soda, and salt together in small bowl.
Cream the butter and sugar together with a mixer until fluffy and light yellow.  Mix in the egg, sour cream, lemon zest and vanilla until well combined.  Pour the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients and mix by hand with just enough strokes to combine.  Fold in the blueberries.
Spoon out the batter among the muffin cups.  Bake for 20-23 minutes (longer if using frozen blueberries).   Tops will become light brown.  Remove and cool for 10 minutes.  

Modified from A Real American Breakfast


Sunday, December 4, 2011

The best of Before and After home remodel pictures

 I love before and after pictures.  Here are a few of the most dramatic.

before: tv room

after: tv room
before:  kitchen west facing


after: kitchen west facing
before: kitchen south facing

after: kitchen south facing
before:  Grant's office
after:  Grant's office

before:  living room

after: dining/living room
before: living room
after:  living room
before:  master bedroom
after: master bedroom
before:  5th bedroom
After:  master bath

before:  hall bathroom

after:  hall shower


before:  Cole's room
after:  Cole's room
before:  porch
after: front porch


before:  front stairs
before:  front stairs

Upstairs bedrooms and baths at 1109 Pine


master bedroom

Master bedroom

master bedroom

master bathroom

hall bathroom
hall bathroom

Quinn's room


Carson's room

Carson's room and bathroom


Carson's bathroom

Carson's bathroom
Cole's room


The original layout of the upstairs at 1109 Pine included one hall bathroom and 5 bedrooms.  Our remodeling of the upstairs included remodeling the one existing bathroom and adding two additional bathrooms.  The master bathroom was created out of the 5th bedroom upstairs and the bathroom in Carson's room was created from the space created by taking out the back stairs to the downstairs and bumping out part of the wall of his room.    In order to create a clean, consistent look in the three bathrooms, some of the key materials are repeated.  The hall bathroom and guest bathroom (Carson's bathroom) have carrara marble counters and basket weave mosaic marble floors.  The fixtures are chrome and are made by Watermark and the shower and tub shower heads by Hansgrohe.  In the master bathroom, we added a claw foot tub and polished nickel fixtures.  The floor tile is a combination of marble hex tiles and a border of 12"x 24" carrara marble tiles.  In order to keep the master bath and bedroom consistent, the bathroom and the bedroom have the same dark trim.  In addition, the master bedroom walls are a similar grey to the bathroom's carrara marble on the counter and floors.  The overall effect is quiet and calming.  The boys' bedrooms, on the other hand, have a lot more color.  

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sandy Michael Besser 1936-2011

Grant lost his father on Friday.  He was a passionate man who never tread lightly, leaving his indelible footprints on the art world, his family and his beloved Santa Fe community.  

Santa Fe New Mexican

SANFORD MICHAEL BESSER, 1936-2011: Collector gave artists 'permission to dare'

Sanford "Sandy" Besser, who died at age 75 Friday at his Santa Fe home, was a man of first-rate parts.

Husband, father, grandfather. Navy veteran, investment banker, nonprofit volunteer and burr. Good friend, enthusiastic foe, community gadfly. And, of course, intensely perceptive and influential art collector.

There was only one small problem in keeping track of Besser. He wouldn't stay put. If you looked where he really belonged, at No. 1 on a list, you'd find that he had percolated right up over the top of the page, and stayed there.

"Sandy was a complicated guy and a collector of such stature," said Michael Bergt, one of the notable artists whose work Besser patronized over the years. "He had absolute confidence in his decisions. I don't think I've met but two or three other people like that in my career.

"The thing I admired most about him, he would go to a show and go right to the toughest work, the one most in your face, the one hardest to take. It would be the piece you knew was your best work, but that no one would ever want. And he would buy it."

Acclaimed blacksmith Tom Joyce, a close Besser friend and recipient of a 2003 MacArthur Foundation "genius" grant, agreed.

"The art he collected of mine started out with the bulls I showed at the Barbara Okun Gallery in the early '90s. After that, every step I took, he was buying what other people didn't want to buy. At my EVO show, he bought two charred paper drawings, the first I'd ever done. No one else would."

Besser didn't buy because he was sorry for the artist, Joyce stressed. He bought because the difficult always attracted him. Perhaps because of his own busy and exuberant life, perhaps because he never hesitated to be difficult with other people or an organization when he thought it was deserved.

That included newspapers, editors and reporters, state government officials, nonprofit boards, gallery owners, and for an intense period of time, the Museum of New Mexico Foundation and the state's Department of Cultural Affairs. Besser's letters to the editor and thought pieces were seldom examples of overflowing cheer or kindness, but he never left one in doubt of his views.

Born in St. Louis in 1936, the son of Ida and Herbert Besser, Sandy moved with his family to Little Rock, Ark., when he was 8. A Vanderbilt University graduate on an ROTC scholarship, he was stationed at Treasure Island in San Francisco while in the Navy. He spent the majority of his professional career as an investment banker with the Little Rock firm of Stephen Inc.

His collecting delight — perhaps mania is a more accurate word — began early, with items ranging from swizzle sticks to postcards. Later, he and his wife of 36 years — Diane Pettit Besser, who died in 2001 — collected avidly but with keen eyes. Their collection was weirdly eclectic, huge, and it never stopped growing.

One artistic concept Besser especially doted on, Bergt said, was that of the vessel — from small-scale and famously wild teapots to massive ceramics and varied glass pieces. Other genres included 20th-century drawings, Indonesian and African tribal art, and Northern New Mexican carvings and straw appliqué.

Among the institutions the Bessers supported with pieces from their treasure cave were the Museum of Indian Arts & Culture, Spanish Colonial Arts Society and the Museum of International Folk Art in Santa Fe; Arizona State University Art Museum in Tempe; and the Arkansas Arts Center in Little Rock. In 2007, following on a large gift to the de Young Museum in San Francisco, Besser celebrated his 70th birthday there with a party among the Diane and Sandy Besser Collection.

"Sandy was the kind of collector that everyone in the field knew, but otherwise he was as quiet about it as he could be," Bergt recalled. "He also served on a lot of nonprofit board where he was not quiet."

"Sandy was interested in stretching the known and predictable," Joyce said. "He was interested in supporting an artist to the degree they were willing to jump the track for him — artists at a transitional stage in their careers.

"He gave you permission to dare."

Besser is survived by his sons and their spouses: Matthew Besser and Danielle Schneider of Los Angeles, Grant and Alexandra Besser of Boulder, Colo., and Kenneth and Virginia Besser of San Francisco; grandchildren Cole, Carson, Quinn and Natalie; his sister, Maxine Marshall of Scottsdale, Ariz.; and his beloved dog, Ruby.

A memorial service for family and friends will be held Wednesday at the Besser home. In lieu of flowers, donations are requested to Coming Home Connection,www.cominghomeconnection.org. Anyone interested in purchasing remaining art from the Besser collection should email mbesser@sbcglobal.net for information.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Paperwhite bulbs

Single bulb in bulb vase

Candy bowl used for bulbs

Vintage Dansk casserole dish used for bulbs

Sunny spot for bulbs
Bulbs rooting in basement

During the holidays and the long days of winter in New York, my mom brightened our home with Paperwhite bulbs.  The smell of the flowers, bright and fragrant, remind me of the holidays and of my childhood.    As soon as I had my first apartment, I bought my first bulbs, beginning with a half dozen, then increasing it as my living spaces got bigger.    This year,  I decided to start earlier and force a greater number of bulbs for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  In an effort to save money, I ordered them online from the website Caladium Bulbs 4 Less Bulbs.  I received 100 Paperwhite 'Ziva' bulbs in the mail for less than $1 each.  They are usually around $1.50 in my local stores.  

The steps to forcing bulbs couldn't be easier, foolproof in fact.  First, find a container in which to force the bulbs.  My containers range from clear glass vases to shallow bowls and ceramic flower pots.  The only requirement is that they don't have holes in the bottom since they will be filled with water.  Next, I surround the bulbs with inexpensive gravel or river stones. I reuse the stones every year so I have a large supply.  I then add water to container so that the water covers 3/4 of the bulb, making sure that the top of the bulb is left dry.  Then, I leave the bulbs in a dark place for about 10 days while they begin to root (adding water as needed).  After 10 days, the bulbs have thick white roots and very pale green shoots that are about 3-4 inches high.  I then put them in a sunny window sill and watch them grow.   They grow about 18" and sometimes need to be tied so that they don't tip over.  After the flowers have faded, I compost them (my Colorado climate is too cold to plant them in the ground),  saving the gravel or stones for next year.   Bloom times vary, but these bulbs started blooming within 4 weeks of starting them.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Montreal

The venerable Arthur Quentin 


chic'd out Amy

Inspiration for winter greenery displays in Old Monreal


Biosphere from 1967 World Fair in Parc Jean-Drapeau

Parc du Mont-Royal
Adelaide and Ava preparing Amy's birthday cake
I visited my dear friend Amy in Montreal last weekend.  She has been living in the lovely neighborhood of Westmount for five months and I wanted to visit her before her departure back to California this Saturday.  Montreal has a great reputation.  People rave about its food, friendly citizens and beauty.  It's all true.  While it was an easy plane trip from Boulder,  I did feel at times like I was in France--at Atwater market, where the butcher makes extraordinary duck confit and stuffed quail; at the very French bistro Au Petit Extra, where the atmosphere, food and large carafes of house red made for a memorable lunch; and on the cobblestone streets of old Montreal, where chic restaurants and stores are tucked into the uneven streets.  On a couple of occasions I realized that this would be the best place to work on your French.  Nearly everyone is bilingual so my blended French-English sentences actually made perfect sense to them:  "C'est tres jolie, this dress.  S'il vous plait, size 6" C'est tres bon.  I love it."  My favorite spots:  the highly curated and stylish housewares shop Arthur Quentin,  the restaurants L'Express and Au Petit Extra, both delicious and decidedly French, the entire neighborhood of Westmount, and Parc du Mont-Royal, a sprawling park of wonderful paths and views that can be appreciated at 2am with no fear.  Beyond the delights of Montreal, all the hours of quality time with my lovely friend and her two wonderful daughters are what made it the get-away everything that I needed it to be...and more.  Thank you, Amy!