The roasted potato recipe that I made last year for Passover was one of the best discoveries I’ve made. I’ve tweaked it a little bit, but basically, you halve new potatoes, roll them around in olive oil and garlic salt, and pop them in the oven for 20-30 minutes. Basically any meal including roasted potatoes will make me happy. I’m really enjoying my dinner right now: rosemary chicken, broccoli, and a double helping of roasted potatoes, mm…
I read The Beginning Place by Ursula K. Le Guin on Thursday. I have read nine novels and two short story anthologies by Le Guin so far, and The Beginning Place is the first that I can say I disliked overall. There is usually something I can complain about in her shorter novels (the main complaint being that she could have developed the cultures further, instead of just using them as a backdrop), but usually I can point to a sentence that is just absolutely perfect, that resonates, an image of beauty, that would redeem the work. Not so with The Beginning Place. The premise was really promising, but I recommend it only to avid Le Guin fans. The only thing that did not disappoint me was that it followed her pattern of the public, then solitary journey. Perhaps I will appreciate it better after a reread in the somewhat-distant future. I am currently working my way through another anthology of hers, The Compass Rose: Stories, in which her genius continues to astound me.
Otherwise, the first few days of Spring Break have been spent sleeping. The quasi-cold/sinusitis monster is gradually subsiding after three nights of 10-12 hours of uninterrupted sleep. In my waking hours I have cleaned, organized, resumed work on Bede (I have an outline! Some sense of direction! And am nearly half-done with the chapter already), and have been watching the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. The second movie was better than I remembered it being, especially since this time I know there’s a 3rd movie. I haven’t seen the third one yet, and so I’m going to do that tonight.
We in the UK have finally sprung forward into British Summer Time. Whereas a few months ago I was complaining that the sun was rising at 9 AM, now I’m going to complain that it doesn’t set until nearly 8 PM. I’m already having to readjust my mental “dinnertime” paradigm to include daylight hours.