Showing posts with label Katherine Hall Page. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Katherine Hall Page. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Devilishly Delicious: Guest post by Katherine Hall Page

Katherine Hall Page is the author of twenty-three previous Faith Fairchild mysteries. The recipient of Malice Domestic’s Lifetime Achievement Award, she has received Agathas for best first mystery (The Body in the Belfry), best novel (The Body in the Snowdrift), and best short story, (“The Would-Be Widower”). She has also been nominated for the Edgar, the Mary Higgins Clark, the Macavity, and the Maine Literary Award. She lives in Massachusetts and Maine with her husband.
 

Katherine Hall Page:
Devilishly Delicious 

I have always wanted to write a country house mystery, compressing the action to only several days—a “Saturday to Monday” the British called these weekends—with the cast of characters limited to those invited. Well, perhaps a surprise uninvited guest or two. We first met Hercule Poirot at Styles and Agatha Christie set many other books in manor houses, as did so many others in the Golden Age. Many of these books revolve around a particular celebration— coming to one’s majority, a wedding anniversary, or a significant birthday.

In The Body in the Casket, Max Dane is throwing himself a 70th birthday party at Rowan House, his secluded mansion not far from my series sleuth Faith Fairchild’s hometown, Aleford, Massachusetts. Dane is a legendary Broadway producer, famed for musicals, but his last, Heaven Or Hell, was such a flop that even Joe Allen’s didn’t put the poster on the 46th Street restaurant’s notorious wall of duds. Max never produced another show. It’s twenty years later and after receiving a death threat in an extremely unusual form with the failed production’s Playbill tucked inside, Max sends out invitations to a carefully selected group of cast and crew: ______________________________________________________

Max Dane Presents 
A Birthday Party 
Mine 
Come As You Are— 
Or Be Cast 
Rowan House 
Havencrest, Massachusetts 
January 29-31 

____________________________________________________________

He also gets in touch with Faith and after giving her a tour of the sprawling house, tells her he wants her to cater the weekend more for her “sleuthing ability” than her culinary skills—fine as they are. In short, it’s Faith’s job to unmask the killer before he or she is successful and no one will be sending Max a birthday card again.

Growing up near New York City meant, growing up with theater and especially musicals. Preparing to write Casket, I had a great deal of fun going back over Playbills saved from favorites, reading biographies of producers like David Merrick and Hal Prince, listening to scores, and recalling my own brief experience trodding the boards as Emily in Our Town at Livingston High School. But what became equally enticing was researching devilishly—and heavenly—delicious food. Max suggests the birthday dinner include a few dishes referencing the musical’s title and Faith runs with it.

Devil’s Food Cake immediately came to mind—and there is a terrific mystery, Devil’s Food, by Janice Weber. So too did Angel Food Cake. A guilty treat, sinful? There seemed to be plenty of desserts referencing heaven and hell. I found Angel Frosting, a fluffy marshmallow one that Faith decides to use for one of the two chocolate cakes, leaving the Angel Food one unadorned with a mixed berry coulis on the side for those who wished. She also bakes a few dozen mini cupcakes, including red velvet ones to suggest certain fires, and decorates them with fondant halos and pitchforks.

Max wants all the food more than over the top, giving Faith an unlimited budget. This means the deviled eggs—always the first items to disappear at a party or picnic—are topped with caviar. And for a first course, the primo, the pasta Faith selects is Lobster Fra Diavolo. It is unclear where Fra Diavolo, “brother devil” style originated, but most sources place it in New York’s Little Italy on or before the 1930s. Some insist that it was brought over here from Naples. Whatever the truth, it is a blessing with just enough red pepper flakes to give the lobster a kick!

I began asking friends for suggestions and in so doing discovered a dish to include that I have also been making this fall. Andrew Palmer, a wonderful cook, told me about a German farm dish, Himmel Und Erde (Heaven and Earth), which combines potatoes, from the ground, and apples from above. It is a variation of mashed potatoes with plenty of butter. The apples should be slightly tart, and it’s delicious with pork or chicken.

Finally, I wanted a special libation and discovered the perfect one from London’s Savoy Hotel bar, a Fallen Angel Cocktail. It combines gin, fresh lime juice, white crème de menthe with a dash of Angostura bitters. Not sure whether the “fallen” part refers to one’s behavior before or after, but it packs a wallop and may send you searching for a flapper headband or top hat.

Recalling Thackeray’s apt quotation—Next to eating good dinners, a healthy man with a benevolent turn of mind, must like, I think, to read about them—I hope you will enjoy The Body in the Casket’s food as well as the crime!

Monday, July 25, 2016

New York -- It's a Wonderful Town: Guest post by Katherine Hall Page

To date, award-winning Katherine Hall Page has published thirty books: twenty-three in the Faith Fairchild series with The Body in the Wardrobe (April 2016), five juvenile/YAs, a cookbook, Have Faith in Your Kitchen, and Small Plates, a Collection of Short Fiction. She is Malice Domestic 28’s Lifetime Achievement Award recipient. This essay missed being included in the New York issues of Mystery Readers Journal, but so glad it found a place here. Thanks, Katherine!

Katherine Hall Page: 
It’s a Wonderful Town

The Big Apple. Jazz musicians coined the city's familiar moniker in the Twenties. There were plenty of apples to pick from the tree, but only one "Big Apple", only one New York. If you had a gig there, you had it made. The ultimate destination. And as the title of this piece indicates, it’s impossible not to hum, or sing out loud, about it. Tony Bennett may have left his heart in San Francisco, but if he wanted to make it anywhere, he had to head East.

I set two books—The Body in the Big Apple and The Body in the Boudoir— in New York City, both of them prequels covering the time in my series character, Faith Sibley Fairchild’s life before she was married and transplanted to the more bucolic orchards of New England.

Growing up in Northern New Jersey, as teenagers my friends and I used to say we lived "just outside the city", omitting the fact that we had to cross a state line to get there—the coolest place on earth. At twelve, we had been deemed old enough to take the DeCamp bus together to Port Authority —in the day time. Armed with the small penciled maps my artist mother would draw, we'd head for Manhattan. One Saturday it would be museums. My cousin John convinced me to stand in line with him for several hours outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art to catch a sixty second glimpse of the Mona Lisa, on loan from the Louvre. It's the wait I remember best now, the mix of New Yorkers and out-of-towners, the jokes, the stories—holding places while people dashed off for a dog from the Sabrett's All Beef Kosher Franks stand with its bright yellow and blue umbrella. Another Saturday, we'd go from box office to box office on Broadway until we got tickets to a matinee (prices were much lower in the early Sixties). We saw everything from Richard Burton in Hamlet to Robert Preston in The Music Man. Sometimes we'd just wander, walking miles, entranced by the dramatic changes in the neighborhoods from one block to the next. Bialys and bagels gave way to egg rolls followed swiftly by cannolis as we moved Uptown.

No time of year was more magical than December and from the time I was a small child, there was always a special trip during the season to look at the Rockefeller Center tree and the department store windows. Other times of the year, my parents took us to the ballet, opera—the old Met with the cloth of gold curtain—, concerts, and special exhibits at the museums—the Calder mobiles like nothing anyone had seen before spiraling in the enormous spiral of the Guggenheim.

Then there were the restaurants—or rather one restaurant: Horn and Hardart's Automat. My 1964 Frommer's Guide advises: "Inquire of any passer-by, and you'll be directed to one that's usually no more than a block-or-two away." Sadly, they have all disappeared and trying to explain the concept to my son—you put nickels in the slot next to the food you wanted, lifted the little glass door, snatched it out and watched the empty space revolve, instantly producing another dish —is well nigh impossible. Fortunately there are old movies. Just as difficult is describing the food—the superb , crusty macaroni and cheese with tiny bits of tomato, the warm deep dish apple pie with vanilla sauce, the baked beans in their own little pot. Most New Yorkers of a certain age wax nostalgic about automat food—the meat loaf! And a whole meal for $1.00.

My husband is the genuine article. A native New Yorker, born and bred in the Bronx. "The Beautiful Bronx" when he was growing up and we have a book of the same name to prove it. When he meets someone else from the borough, talk immediately turns to the Grand Concourse, the "nabe", and egg creams. Where he lived is now part of the Cross Bronx Expressway, but he can still point out his elementary school as we whiz past. New Yorkers are very sentimental.

And to continue in the manner of Faith Fairchild's sweeping generalizations, New Yorkers are also very rude, very generous, very funny, very stylish, very quirky, and very fast. Genetically, they have more molecules than most other Americans. The moment I step off the train or plane from Boston, in imitation my pace quickens, gaze narrows, and senses sharpen. Forget all those New York designer fragrances. The essence is adrenaline, pure and simple.

These two books are paeans to New York City past, present, and future—always keeping in mind what the comedian, Harry Hershfield said, "New York: Where everyone mutinies but no one deserts." No matter the time—some things never change. It's a wonderful town.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Culinary Crime I: Mystery Readers Journal (31:1)

The latest issue of the Mystery Readers Journal: Culinary Crime I (Volume 31:1) is now available as a PDF. Hardcopy to follow shortly. To order a print copy go HERE and scroll down. If you contributed to this issue, don't fear! Culinary Crime II will be out this summer. We're still looking for more Author! Author! essays for this issue. Let me know if you'd like to contribute!


[cover]Culinary Crime I
Volume 31, No. 1, Spring 2015

Buy this back issue! Available in hardcopy or as a downloadable PDF.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ARTICLES
  • My Criminal Cookbook Collection by Mary Anderson Seeger
  • Food… It's Complicated by Jill Vassilakos-Long
  • What Exactly Is a Red Herring? by Kate White
AUTHOR! AUTHOR!
  • Bad Taste Leads to Crime by Katherine Hall Page
  • Food for Thoughts by J.L Abramo
  • Food as Memory and Murder by Ellie Alexander
  • Murder in Provence by Julianne Balmain
  • Fat Cats and Dessert Bars by Janet Cantrell
  • Bon Appétit by R.E. Conary
  • Murder On The Menu by Matt Coyle
  • I'm a Good Eater by Lesley A. Diehl
  • Eating Up Mystery by Vinnie Hansen
  • Food Is a Family Affair by Kari Larsen
  • Don't Read While Hungry by Edith Maxwell
  • How Five Authors Became Serial Killers by Lise McClendon
  • Is It Dinner Time Yet? by Mary McHugh
  • Will Write for Foodies: Mystery Lovers Kitchen
  • Historic Haute Cuisine by Amy Myers
  • You Are What You Eat by Russell Hill
  • Mysteries, Fudge and Vacation Spots by Nancy Coco
  • Welcome to My Luau by Neil Plakcy
  • Dying for a Daiquri? by Cindy Sample
  • When in Rome… Eat as the Romans Ate by Steven Saylor
  • Food Fights by B.K. Stevens
  • Mangia! by David P. Wagner
  • Kitchen Nightmares—Mystery Style by Tracy Weber
  • How I Use Food in My Books by Reba White Williams
COLUMNS
  • Murder in Retrospect: Reviews by L.J. Roberts and Lesa Holstine
  • Crossword: Hail to the Chef by Verna Suit
  • Children's Hour: Food Mysteries by Gay Toltl Kinman
  • Crime Seen: A Cook's Tour of Christie and CSI by Kate Derie
  • In Short: Food and the Mystery by Marvin Lachman
  • Really Murderous Menus by Cathy Pickens
  • From the Editor's Desk by Janet Rudolph

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Katherine Hall Page Literary Salon June 19

Join Mystery Readers NorCal for an afternoon Literary Salon in Berkeley (CA) with award winning mystery author Katherine Hall Page. 2 p.m. in the Garden. Make a comment below with your email address for directions and to RSVP.

Katherine Hall Page is the author of the Faith Fairchild mystery series The Body in ... , starting with The Body in the Belfrey. The latest, the 19th, is The Body in the Gazebo. Faith is a caterer and minister's wife--and yes, there are recipes! Katherine has been a guest on my other blog: www.DyingforChocolate.com (Brownies, Bread Pudding & Have Faith in Your Kitchen  and Mystery and Chocolate: Chocolate Bread Pudding), as well as a contributor to Mystery Readers Journal.

Page received her BA from Wellesley College, majoring in English and went on to a Masters in Secondary Education from Tufts and a Doctorate in Administration, Public Planning, and Social Policy from Harvard.

Married for thirty-five years to Professor Alan Hein, an experimental psychologist at MIT, the couple have a twenty-seven-year-old son. It was during her husband's sabbatical year in France after the birth of their son that Ms. Page wrote her first mystery, The Body in the Belfry, 1991 Agatha Award winner for Best First Mystery Novel. The fifteenth in the series, The Body in the Snowdrift, won the 2006 Agatha Award for Best Mystery Novel. Ms. Page was also awarded the 2001 Agatha for Best Short Story for "The Would-Be Widower" in the Malice Domestic X collection (Avon Books). She was an Edgar nominee for her juvenile mystery, Christie & Company Down East. The Body in the Bonfire was an Agatha nominee in 2003. Page's short story, "The Two Mary's" was an Agatha nominee in 2004. The Body in the Lighthouse (2003) was one of three nominees for The Mary Higgins Clark Award. The nineteenth in the series, The Body in the Gazebo, was published bin April, 2011.

Descended from Norwegian-Americans on her mother's side and New Englanders on her father's, Ms. Page grew up listening to all sorts of stories. She remains an unabashed eavesdropper and will even watch your slides or home movies to hear your narration. Her books are the product of all the strands of her life and she plans to keep weaving.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Crime for the Holidays: Katherine Hall Page

Crime for the Holidays! Besides the huge list of Christmas Mysteries I've been posting here, I've invited several authors to Guest Blog about the holidays or whatever they'd like! Today I welcome Katherine Hall Page--and yes, there will be Chocolate. This is a cross-over post. My worlds collide: Chocolate and Crime Fiction!

Katherine Hall Page's The Body in the Gazebo (Wm. Morrow) 19th in her award winning series will be out in April. The Body in the Sleigh (Avon), a holiday book, is now out in paperback and her short story, “The Proof Is Always in the Pudding” appears in the current issue of The Strand magazine. Have Faith in Your Kitchen, Katherine Hall Page's collection of recipes is now available. Great Holiday Gift!

A Tale of How Two Old Friends Came to Cook a Book
And Yes, There Will Be Chocolate
By Katherine Hall Page

Few writers, perhaps none, can say they met their publishers at summer camp if not on the volleyball court then near it. Roger Lathbury, who started Orchises Press in 1983, and I were probably talking about books instead of spiking a ball. It was the early Sixties and we were at Rowe Camp, “Vision in the Berkshires”, a Unitarian Universalist camp for teens. There were a lot of longhaired guitar players strumming while we belted out “Michael, Row the Boat Ashore” and “If I Had a Hammer”. Campers toted around Hesse’s Siddhartha and Gibran’s The Prophet as talismans. Roger, however, was reading Fitzgerald, Auden, Sinclair Lewis, and Lewis Carroll. When we returned to our respective homes in northern New Jersey, he sent me a copy of the Jabberwocky translated into Latin. We were soul mates.

One memorable Saturday I went with him to Irving Penn’s studio in Manhattan. Roger collected photographs of his favorite authors taken by specific artists. Showing his trademark inventiveness even at this tender age, Roger funded his pursuit with a rubber address stamp business, the stamps made by him and shipped from his home. The object of desire that day was Penn’s famous portrait of Colette. Youthful ignorance can be bliss. We simply knocked on the studio door, which was opened by Penn himself. Wonderfully generous with his time, he pulled out the Colette (which Roger did purchase at a later time) and showed us a number of other extraordinary photographs. There may have been a cup of tea, as well.

I returned to the camp for several more summers. Roger didn’t, but we kept in touch, the thread snapping only during college in the way it does.

Three years ago I heard from someone that Roger was very much alive and well, a professor of English at George Mason University teaching, among other offerings, a highly popular graduate level course in nonsense. His Orchises Press in Alexandria published original poetry, reprints, and whatever took his fancy. I immediately Googled him and found the description he’d written for the site JacketFlap: “Kindly spry, youthful, ever blithe, yet (isn't it sad?) lonely, Roger Lathbury is known on four continents as ‘the man for whom spam was invented.’ The other three continents refuse to know him at all.” And this from the George Mason English Department listing: “Lathbury is a thoroughly delightful conversationalist; his imitations of Hapsburg rulers and wind chimes are renowned throughout Virginia. He does card tricks, can yodel in six non-European languages, and has built a collection of silica gel packages that is the envy of several backwater museums.” So often in life one’s memories of an individual prove a disappointment. I breathed a great sigh of relief—and emailed him immediately! Like a good claret, Roger had aged beautifully The following spring we met for coffee when I was in town for Malice Domestic and simply picked up where we had left off over 40 years earlier, talking long into the afternoon, much of it about what we had been reading in the interim. I confessed my desire to publish the recipes from my mystery series featuring caterer Faith Sibley Fairchild —Sibley incidentally was the name of one of Rowe Camp’s extremely rustic buildings—and Roger said, “I’ll do it.” Just like that. No nonsense at all.

I do not recall any of Roger’s teenaged culinary predilections. On those trips to Manhattan we probably ate at the Automat or Chock Full of Nuts and Rowe Camp ran mostly to large vats of tuna noodle type casseroles. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that he and I now share an interest in gastronomy, as well as the belief that food and crime are a natural pairing. The cookbook’s epigraph is “Le mauvais gout mène au crime”—“ Bad taste leads to crime.” (Baron Adolphe De Mareste (1784-1867). This also serves as a motto for the entire Faith Fairchild series.

When I started writing the first book, The Body in the Belfry (1990), my husband was on sabbatical and we were living in Lyon, France. Each day, I’d shop in an open air market that stretched for blocks along the Quai St. Antoine, and watch as Paul Bocuse selected his ingredients for that evening’s three star meals before following in his footsteps to select the ingredients for my more humble attempts. Back at the apartment, after putting the food away, I wrote. I liked mysteries with food in them—Rex Stout, Dorothy Sayers, Nan and Ivan, Virginia Rich—but I think Faith Fairchild was a product not just of my imagination, but the sights and smells of all that fabulous food in Lyon. (The wonderfully fresh baguettes never made it up my long flights of stairs intact-the heel was always missing by the time I opened my door).

Have Faith in Your Kitchen had been a work in progress since I first started putting recipes at the end of the books, starting with The Body in the Cast (1993). All the recipes are original, either created by me or the individual credited. The dishes are straightforward-anyone can make them-and require no expensive or exotic ingredients. In some cases, I’ve also suggested ways they can be modified to make them more heart-wise. The appendix lists the recipes by each book; some play a more prominent role in the plots than others. As I told Roger all this over coffee and croissants that day in Virginia, the book seemed to take shape right before my eyes. I’d include the Author’s Notes from the books—topics ranging from reading cookbooks solely for pleasure to funeral baked meats and other customs. The book would need an introduction. Illustrations?

Thus began the most enjoyable publishing experience of my life—a year of discussion of fonts, paper quality, and yes, illustrations, from a variety of sources: nineteenth century cookbooks, pen-and-ink drawings done by a friend. After lunch with Roger’s delightful family, I chose a burgundy Roxite Grade B cloth for the cover with a maroon headband (that little bit at the top of a sewn binding). We were doing two editions, a sewn paperback that could get messy in the kitchen and 100 signed, with a fountain pen to be precise, numbered casebound copies, both editions for “Those devoted to the cooking of mystery and the mysteries of cooking.” Roger showed me what J. D. Salinger had selected for “Hapworth 16, 1924” and, as it was after Salinger’s death, Roger felt free to relate the whole publishing adventure that sadly went awry (see Lathbury’s very moving article on it in the April 4, 2010 issue of New York Magazine). Jean Fogelberg took the author photo and did the marvelous cover design. Receiving author copies is always thrilling and a bit mystifying—“How did I do this?” This time it was less complicated, a huge thrill accompanied by the knowledge that it had all come about because of my friend Roger.

And now for the chocolate. Early on I knew that each book had to have a killer chocolate recipe in some form, so there have been cakes, cookies, bread puddings, and many references in the text to Faith Fairchild’s chocolate cravings. Here are what I consider the cream of the recipe crop: Glad’s Brownies and Chocolate Bread Pudding, both of which are the fan favorites, as well! Enjoy!

http://www.katherine-hall-page.org/cookbook.html
Glad’s Brownies

4 squares unsweetened chocolate
1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter
2 cups sugar
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup sifted flour
1 cup dried cherries
1 1/4 cup chopped walnuts
1 cup chocolate chunks or chips (milk or semi-sweet)

Preheat the oven to 350°. Grease and lightly flour a 13”x 9” pan. Melt the chocolate squares together with the butter. Cool it slightly and beat in the sugar, eggs, and vanilla. Stir in the flour. Mix well, then add the cherries, walnuts, and chocolate chunks or chips. Put the batter in the pan and bake for about 35 minutes. Be careful not to over bake. Cool in the pan and serve. Makes a very generous1 1/2 dozen.

You may vary this recipe by substituting dried cranberries, golden or dark raisins for the cherries and pecans for the walnuts. Attributed in the book to Faith as a child, it is actually the creation of the author’s dear friend, Gladys Boalt of Stormville, New York.

Chocolate Bread Pudding

5 thick slices of chocolate bread, cubed
4 large eggs
1 1/2 cups milk
1 1/2 cups half and half or light cream
1/4 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
Pinch of salt
Butter to grease the pan
1 cup dried cherries
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate morsels

Mix the eggs, milk, half and half, sugar, vanilla, and salt together. Faith likes to pulse this in a blender, which makes it easy to pour over the bread cubes.

Put the bread cubes in a large mixing bowl and pour the egg mixture over them. Use the palm of your hand to gently push the bread into the liquid to make sure it absorbs evenly. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes.

Butter a Pyrex-type baking pan, approximately 12”x8”. Set aside.

Preheat the oven to 350°.

Mix the cherries and chocolate chips together in a small bowl.

Put a layer of the bread mixture in the pan, sprinkle the cherry/chip mixture over it, and cover with the remaining bread mixture. Again, use the palm of your hand to press down, so the ingredients are evenly distributed.

Bake for 40 minutes.
Serve warm with vanilla ice cream or frozen yogurt.
This is a very rich dessert and this recipe will serve 12 easily.

Neither Faith nor I have ever met a bread pudding we didn’t like. It’s comfort food. Many bakeries make chocolate bread. When Pigs Fly, the bakery company mentioned in the text is based in Wells, Maine, but their breads—including the chocolate bread—are sold at many Whole Foods and other markets. They also sell the bread—you bake it in your own kitchen for the last 30 minutes—online at www.sendbread.com. They also sell a kit to make the chocolate bread.