Friday, October 05, 2007

I've Got a Disease . . .


It's called Book Madness. (Laugh. You really thought I was serious, didn't you?)

Well, I am serious.

Celsus Library was built in 135 A.D. and could house around 12,000 scrolls.


(This library, Celsus, was built in 135 A.D. and could house 12,000 scrolls!)

I sat in the library last night and looked. Books! Books on the shelves, books on carts. Books in hands and books on desks. Books were being talked about. Phone calls made concerning late books. books in bags and books in arms. Overloaded books and one single book. Everywhere I looked there was books!


I thought about books and how very precious they are to me. How I loved to shower my sons with books. It was never considered a waste of money to buy a book. In fact, my husband just called me (both of us traveling our own directions) and told me about a book sale in town--he'd just happened to see the sign.

An uncut book; the pages must be separated before reading

So that got me to thinking about books. Here's what I came up with. (in case you haven't figured it out, I love lists!)

Fiction books
non-fiction books
adventure books
thriller books
romance books
suspense books
romantic suspense books
mystery books
cozy books
science fiction books
fantasy books
women's fiction books
historical books
period books
porno books (YUK)
picture books
kids books
travel books
advice books
craft books
school books
photography books

I'm taking a breath . . .

Career books
Bible books
Cop books
lawyer books
doctor and nurse books
psyciatric books
encyclopedias
online books
e-books
research books
map books
geneology books

And . . .

books for dummies
books for smarties
books for men
women
kids
teens
books to help me be good, lose weight, go to heaven, learn a new career, get a GED, research the past. Books to teach me how to learn a trade, file my taxes, write a book.

books to make me think, cry, laugh, get disgusted, write a letter, be encouraged or discouraged. Books that make me want to go on . . . or quit.

books I love, hate, will never read again, keep.
books that I recommend or warn about.

and someday . . . my books will be there. Waiting on someone to read, love, cry, and be encouraged. I hope.

Woman holding a book (or wax tablets) in the form of the codex. Wall painting from Pompeii, before 79 AD.




Here's a treat for an early Saturday or Sunday breakfast. Great in the fall!

Pumpkin Waffles (or pancakes!)

Makes 4 waffles

Ingredients:

  • 1 1/2 cups cooked pumpkin, either canned or prepared yourself (you can substitute sweet potatoes, yams, or squash
  • 1 tablespoon melted butter
  • 2 eggs, lightly beaten
  • 1 1/2 cups milk
  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 cup chopped, toasted pecans (optional but highly recommended)

Start heating your waffle iron. Mix together the pumpkin, butter, egg, and milk in one bowl and the flour, baking powder, spices, pecans, and salt in another bowl. Pour the dry ingredients over the wet ingredients and stir everything just until smooth. Avoid overbeating.

When the waffle iron is hot, spray both top and bottom grids with cooking spray to keep the waffles from clinging to the iron. Add about 3/4 cup of the batter to the center of the iron. The exact amount will vary depending on the style and manufacturer of your waffle iron, so check the instructions. Close the iron and cook until done, 3-4 minutes or until the waffles stop producing steam. Serve the waffle immediately or place in a warmed oven to keep hot.

These waffles are best served hot with real maple syrup and maybe a sprinkling of more chopped nuts.



I love this quote:
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
-- Carol Bishop Hipps




Warm autumn blessings!

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