Truffles, Candies, and Confections: Techniques and Recipes for Candymaking
Author: Carole Bloom
CAROLE BLOOM studied pastry and confectionery arts in Europe and has worked in world-class hotels and restaurants in Italy, Switzerland, and California. She is the award-winning author of seven cookbooks; her feature articles have appeared in magazines such as Bon Appetit, Food & Wine, and Chocolatier; and she has appeared on The Today Show, CNN, and World News This Morning. Carole lives in Carlsbad, California, with her husband and their two cats.
* Revised and expanded edition of TRUFFLES, CANDIES, AND CONFECTIONS, featuring more than a dozen new recipes plus 20 full-color food and how-to photographs.
* Recipes are organized into categories: truffles; more chocolate candies; caramel candies; nut brittles and marzipan; fudge, nougat and divinity; and fruit candies.
Interesting book: The Food Revolution or Roasted Vegetable
The Tender Bar: A Memoir
Author: J R Moehringer
The bestselling memoir that captured the hearts of readers and critics nationwide is now available in paperback
In the tradition of This Boy's Life and The Liar's Club, J.R. Moehringer's The Tender Bar is a raucous, poignant, luminously written memoir about a boy striving to become a man, and his romance with a bar. A national bestseller that was named one of the 100 Most Notable Books of 2005 by the New York Times, The Tender Bar will reach an even larger audience in paperback.
J.R. Moehringer , winner of the Pulitzer Prize in 2000, is a staff writer for the Los Angeles Times Sunday Magazine, and a former Nieman Fellow at Harvard University. He lives in Denver, Colorado.
Entertainment Weekly -
"The best thing about The Tender Bar is that it is many stories in one."
The New York Times - Janet Maslin
… the real richness of The Tender Bar lies in its including so many of these individual events while still keeping a larger literary context in mind. After all, the bar was called Dickens. The patrons loved talking about writers. And Manhasset was "Great Gatsby" territory. One of the book's funnier moments comes when two of Mr. Moehringer's many mentors realize, in horror, that the Kid has never read it.
The Washington Post - Bob Ivry
The book ends up being funny, vivid and clever, peppered with self-deprecation and populated by larger-than-life lugs.
Vanity Fair
In his gimlet-eyed memoir, The Tender Bar, J.R. Moehringer lovingly and affectingly toasts a boyhood spent on a barstool.
Publishers Weekly
Moehringer capably reads his own memoir, which takes him from a peripatetic Long Island childhood to life as a budding journalist at the New York Times. Torn between the feminine comfort of his mother and the masculine camaraderie he finds in a series of bars and taverns, Moehringer details his difficult but loving upbringing. Having lived the experiences of his book, Moehringer brings to life colorful characters, like his stuttering grandfather. His soft, deep voice complements the warmly rendered history that celebrates the oddly composed parts of his childhood, and how time spent in a series of bars carousing with father figures formed him. The uniform tone of the audiobook is hampered by the jazz noodling that appears at the beginning of each track, which interrupts the book's passage through time. Still, listening to Moehringer's soothing voice is like basking in the glow of a barroom storyteller-not the one who shouts to be heard over the din, but the one whose story is good enough to make everyone keep it down. Simultaneous release with the Hyperion hardcover (Reviews, June 27). (Sept.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
KLIATT
In this coming-of-age memoir, Moehringer narrates his upbringing in Manhasset, Long Island with the luster of a pure storyteller and the sensitivity of someone who has gone through it all and survived. He was a fatherless boy who loved nothing more than the Mets, and wanted nothing more than happiness for his mother. The two of them lived in the smelly, falling-apart home of his grandparents just steps from the local watering hole. There Wall Street execs and blue-collar workers alike were made to feel at home, and literature and war were discussed with the same frequency and emotion as New York sports. While J.R. knew his father, a disc jockey in Manhattan, only by his voice on the radio, the men at this bar, from the time he was ten years old, guided him, loved him, and made up the only paternal influence in his life. These hodgepodge characters included his best friend and cousin, McGraw, who chugged glasses of milk and always wore a plastic Mets batting helmet, and perfectly nicknamed local men (Joey D, Bobo, Cager, Colt) who lived all of their evenings on the barstools at Publicans. J.R. found comfort and companionship where others might have seen buffoonery and drunkenness. J.R. dreamed of being a lawyer and buying a house for his mother. At Yale he struggled academically and went through the euphoria of love and the pain of a broken heart. Coming home to Manhasset after graduation, he sold kitchenware before landing a job as a copyboy at The New York Times. He began a novel about Publicans, becoming a regular at the place he most revered, jotting notes on napkins. He drank more and more, until one event changed him, and the bar, irrevocably. All the while we are remindedof how each milestone in his life, good or bad, was cheered or lamented, gin or scotch in hand, alongside the men at Publicans.
Library Journal
Moehringer, a Pulitzer Prize winner, Yale graduate, Harvard fellow, and national reporter for the Los Angeles Times, grew up in a bar. Specifically, Publicans, a Manhasset, Long Island, NY, bar. Abandoned by his radio host father and raised by a strong but luckless mother, he looked to the neighborhood bar for male role models. There he was taught such disparate lessons as how to throw a ball, how to bet on horses, and how to analyze a poem. His teachers were a hilarious, flawed, and diverse lot-Wall Street financiers, actors, poets, cops, bookies-and Moehringer's knack for characterization brings every one of them to life. At Publicans, the author found a home, the masculinity he yearned to assume, and eventually, the strength to leave. Just like at Cheers, everybody knew your name at Publicans. They also knew your cousin's name, your grade point average, and the best Frank Sinatra song to mend a broken heart. Highly recommended for all collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 5/15/05.]-Jan Brue Enright, Augustana Coll. Lib., Sioux Falls, SD Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
It takes a gin mill to raise a child-or so one might think from this memoir filled with gladness by a Pulitzer Prize-winning Los Angeles Times correspondent. In the early '70s, grade-schooler Moehringer lived with his mother in her father's house in Manhasset, a small town 17 miles east of Manhattan that F. Scott Fitzgerald used as the setting for The Great Gatsby. Listening to the radio for his absent father (a drunken deejay), puzzled by his slovenly grandfather, the boy had no male role models until Uncle Charlie took him to the local saloon where he bartended. Moehringer evokes the sights, sounds and smells that gave Publicans (originally known as Dickens) its sodden charm: not just the beer and the fund of coins accumulating in the urinal, but the "faint notes of perfumes and colognes, hair tonics and shoe creams, lemons and steaks and cigars and newspapers, and an undertone of brine from Manhasset Bay." Sporting Runyonesque nicknames like Bob the Cop, Cager, Stinky, Colt, Smelly, Jimbo, Fast Eddy and Bobo, the bar's denizens included poets, bookies, Vietnam vets, lawyers, actors, athletes, misfits and dreamers, all forming "one enormous male eye looking over my shoulder." Moehringer captures in all its raunchy, often hilarious glory the conversations of these master storytellers, as intoxicated by words as by alcohol. Their saloon community later provided a retreat for the author following a disastrous collegiate love affair and failure as a New York Times copyboy. The 1989 death of charismatic owner Steve began Publicans' demise, but also propelled 25-year-old Moehringer into growing up, as he left his buddies behind and began his journalism career anew out West. A straight-upaccount of masculinity, maturity and memory that leaves a smile on the face and an ache in the heart.
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