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Five Reads!

If you hadn't already guessed, we can be a little prudish here at FIVE.

And by prudish, I mean none of us are super into bondage.

Or masochism.

Or Twilight.

(At least, not that I know of.)

If those aren't really your thing either, we have some book suggestions for you. If those are really your thing,  we have some book suggestions for you, too.

You can read them after your done with . . .

whatever.

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Between the sheets of this spare little volume lies a sweeping tale of waging war (both political and personal) and making peace (with circumstances, others, and ourselves). Taut, disciplined prose strikes a sharp contrast to epic narrative and lush landscapes, as we follow a young silk farmer back and forth from Second Empire France (and his simply devoted wife) to Shogunate Japan (and the enigmatic woman with whom he is obsessed). Fevers of ambition and passion fuel his quest and keep the always elegant, occasionally erotic, pages turning quickly. The searing conclusion elevates this otherwise Good Read

 to something much more profound - an eloquent meditation on the heartbreaking sacrifices we leave on the oft-opposing altars of lust and love. 

Looking for a revolutionary book about sex? Look no further than The Feminine Mystique: a seminal and

 eminently readable work about the ladies. While I don't agree with everything Ms. Betty Friedan suggests, I don't think there is a woman on earth who won't be able to relate to some of the challenges of "the gentler sex" that she so thoroughly examines.  It makes me grateful that we live in a world where I was encouraged to pursue an education and that I have a husband who does as many chores as I do!... (PS. A note to the male readers of our blog: 

Men doing chores

 is the epitome of sexy. Really.) 

Where to begin, perhaps with the end. For those of you who do indeed take my advice and read this truly gorgeous piece of writing, the end is not why it's sexy. Okay, moving on.

Arundhati Roy is a shamen of words. There are sentences within these pages that are so beautiful you will read them five times and then weep silently for the next 25 seconds. There are paragraphs that slowly and sweetly swaddle your heart, before tightening around it with a python-grip. You'll sit transfixed by the words, grasping for breath, until they release you to the kind of euphoria that only comes with pain. It is a tale of love, yes, but it is equally a story of shame, and belonging, and suffering, and family, and flaws. It is a book that will force you to wince, to mourn, to feel. And while story itself is not one of romance, the craft behind their telling cannot be mistaken for anything short of true love. 

If you’ve ever read a Russian novel, you know that they usually have at least fifteen important characters - and that every character has at least three or four names. Just keeping track of everything seems like an accomplishment! I definitely felt that way for the first few chapters of Anna Karenina, but as I got into the story, things became more familiar. I saw parts of myself in each character. In Kitty I recognized my idealism and naiveté, in Anna my selfishness and hypocrisy, in Levin my sincerity and indecisiveness, in Alexei my pompous piety and emotional detachment, in Vronsky my shortsightedness, etc. I learned about traits I had never realized – or admitted – I possessed.   Through these characters, I really got to know myself. Anna Karenina is a sordid tale of doomed love; it’s rife with passion and intrigue, but that kind of goes without saying. What really sets it apart is Tolstoy’s incredible ability to humanize the repulsive— and make the foreign familiar. He illuminates some of the deepest questions about 

what makes us each human - and 

what makes life worth living.

In the mood for a saucy book? Have I got a saucy book for you! Written by Nobel Prize-winning author Gabriel Garc a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera is a wrenchingly beautiful story about different types of love and living. Exquisitely crafted to transport you seamlessly across memories, years, and continents, it wraps you in a heavy blanket of lyrical musk, out from under which it's difficult to escape. Oh yeah, there's also a lot of saucy, saucy, action -- oftentimes high-drama and disturbing saucy action!

Now that we've spilled, it's your turn! What are your favorite spicy, saucy books?

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Flower map

 Supposedly, Hydrangeas symbolize heartfelt emotions; they can be used to express gratitude for being understood, or - on a less lovely note - heartlessness.

Rose meanings vary according to color. On the whole, they symbolize deep love, concentration, intelligence, balance, and passion. They can also send a message of healing, rejuvenation and courage. Tulips signify fame or a declaration of love. 

Poppies symbolize beauty, ::magic::, consolation, fertility and eternal life. They can also denote sleep and repose.

Ranunculus symbolize radiant charm.

Thistles symbolize nobility. 

Peonies symbolize bashfulness, compassion, a happy life, happy marriage, good health and prosperity, indignation, or shame  (mixed messages much?).

Anemones can either indicate fading hope and a feeling of having been forsaken, or anticipation.

These are some of my very favorites flowers.

What are yours (and have you ever looked up their supposed symbolism)? 

:-)

P.S. A few pretty guides to inspire your flower arranging 

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Let's do lunch


There’s something so deliciously naughty about a lunch date.

For me, it beats the pants off a fancy dinner any day. If you doubt me, just try it. Sneak off for an hour or so with your someone special. The food doesn’t matter as much as you might think, the company will be fantastic, and the knowledge that your colleagues are stuck shackled to spreadsheets and scenarios is…quite satisfying.

That said, I think the culture surrounding the midday meal needs reform. Lunch is underappreciated. Often swallowed down at one’s desk, with little attention paid to flavor let alone freshness or quality. Sharing a meal with pleasant company provides a real respite from the hubbub of corporate America. I know when I've had a happy meal, I'm a happier worker. Staying late at work isn't as taxing, and I'm more patient with those around me. A (reasonably) leisurely lunch provides a chance to recharge so you can charge ahead.



It's restaurant week in DC, and Premal whisked me off to our very favorite Indian restaurant this afternoon for three-courses of crazy deliciousness. It was so good that he took an order to go for his folks who are getting back from two weeks in India this afternoon!



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Fit for a Queen

Happy National Pancake Day! Calling this breakfast "fit" at all is totally deceptive -- it's only "fit" for a glutton. This is as much of a dessert as it is a breakfast. But so is a cream stuffed doughnut, so don't judge.  And I would take one of these over a doughnut most days of the month. The egg-y batter with the richness of the butter and the crisp bright spice of the gingered apples warms my heart. It's sure to warm anyone else's too! Here's the recipe ...


Chari's Apple Pancake ... also known in TD world as an apple flooflong

Serves 2-4, depending on how hungry you all are.

6 eggs
1 cup flour
1 cup milk
A dash of salt
2 tbsp butter
Stewed Apples

Ginger Stewed Apples
4 apples, cored and sliced
1 tablespoon grated fresh ginger
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tsp honey

Preheat oven to 400 and place two pie pans into it.

Core and slice apples. Place in saucepan on medium low heat with lemon juice, honey and ginger. Cover and let simmer. Mix milk, flour, salt and eggs 'til smooth.

Place 1 tbsp butter in each tin. When butter is melted and bubbling, add half batter to each hot pan.  Add 8-10 apples to the center of the batter (the butter will seep over the border of the batter and the apples should be inside that border).  

Bake for 20 minutes. The sides of the pancake should rise.

Serve immediately and eat with the rest of the apples, yogurt, sour cream, honey whipped cream or rice pudding and caramel or maple syrup.

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"Great things do not just happen by impulse, but are a succession of small things, linked together."

-Vincent van Gogh

A few days ago, after a particularly impassioned kitchen floor art session, Hettie led me on a guided tour of her highly abstract masterpiece -- pointing out which blob is a bridge, and where the river changes from calm to treacherous. I smiled and nodded and offered the perfunctory "it's beautiful." She beamed back her response with matter-of-fact pride: "I know -- I think I'm like Vincent van Gogh."

<bemused snort>

I'm gonna say Hettie's self-esteem is ...great.

Perhaps all those tortured, whiny, clandestine Cheerio-fueled trips to the Smithsonian weren't for naught! But, I can't help but think she should play to her strengths and consider art history rather than applied art.

Bless her sweet heart. 

Hettie's latest triumph

a watercolor by Phineas

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