One of our goals
at Spurs is to enhance your experience of life by highlighting
what is truly good and enduring. Food's close enough. We have
a stupendous, wonderful, awe-inspiring food section in development
as I write. One that will feature an actual Culinary Academy
trained, professional Chef. And original photographs of food,
too.
This will be a food
page to rival that of a certain fine living maven who's name
I will not repeat because it, like every aspect of her
being is service marked, copywrited and trademarked. Also, maybe,
patented. (Hint: Her first name is the same as George Washington's
wife's.)
Our food section will be that good, in a less
compulsive fashion.
I want to clear something
up right nowmany of you may have returned to this
page again and again, for yearswaiting for the transformation
of this collection of recipes into a comprehensive culinary
resource. We've been stalled at "Only the beginning"
for quite a while, I'll admit it.
You deserve to know
what happened. Our chef, who also happens to be my son, is a
real chef, a graduate of the California Culinary Academy in
San Francisco. He's worked for a four-star restaurant, an exclusive
supper club and catered the best parties. Plus, he made
me a killer dinner on my sixtieth birthday. We discussed making
this page into something remarkable, writing cookbooks together,
and just cookin', generally.
When I suggested
that he give me a few recipes to kick-start the effort, he nodded
gravely, then withdrew into silence. After a while, he said,
"We should start with stocks."

NOT A GOOD
PLACE TO START, AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED
If you're like me,
you immediately thought of those really nasty, big, heavy wood
and iron things that our ancestors used to put our other ancestors
in to humiliate them publicly. Remember, pilgrim times? They
used to put people in the stocks in the middle of the town square
to shame and degrade them without killing them.
(Stocks were
a step forward in social evolution. Before stocks were invented,
our ancestors used to crucify each other when they felt
like making a point about someone's behavior. Society has advanced
since the days of stocks in the town square. Now, if we want
to publicly humiliate someone, we do it on talk shows. Or the
Internet. If someone has made a big naughty, he is put in jail.
When he gets out, he gets to write a book about it and appear
on those same talk shows. That's progress!)
While I was
thinking about humiliation and pain, my son said, "Yeah.
A nice beef stock. Or a fish stock."
Stock is the liquid
left over after boiling (simmering) various animal skeletons
with vegetables, herbs and spices. It takes really a long time
and is basic to any elevated cuisine.
Well, that was too
elevated for me. To me, microwave cooking is too much work.
I could see that we had a problem. My son wanted
to actually teach you to cook, and do it right. I just wanted
something to eat that tasted good and didn't take all day.
We haven't resolved
this issue. We may, some day. Meantime, he's gone on to other
things, and so have I. Check it out:
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I've been busy, okay?
It's been fun, too, writing those books and getting them ready for
you to read. Did I mention the books have won seventeen national awards in literary contests?
My son is off on great adventures. Eventually, we will get our
recipes together. In the interim, here are some of my recipes. Our in-house art department has worked up illustrations
that you'll never see in any magazine, either. They feature
the Nathan family kitchen, not some designer's set.
The recipes presented
below are kitchen tested and meet exacting quality
standards. (That is: My husband will eat them.) They have been
stolen from some pretty fancy places, which I will acknowledge
when I remember where I filched them.
My culinary technique
did not come from a cooking school. It came from having my own
house since I was 19 years old--many, many decades ago––and being fed
up with kitchens in general. (That means the
recipes are "easy" and "quick".)
My attitude
toward the culinary arts can be summed up in one short sentence:
"I'd rather shovel manure than cook." This may seem
somewhat negative for someone presenting a food page, but it's
true. And the recipes don't care how I feel, they're good anyway.
So, sports fans,
here are some recipes that are worth trying. And keeping. A
warning: The last recipe is adult in nature. Slightly adult.
You can be slightly adult and still get it. This recipe is clearly
marked. Be forewarned. The last one. (For your convenience,
I've set up this handy directory. You can go straight to it.)
DIRECTORY
MY
CHAI
SANDY'S BASTE
MOLLIE'S NATURIST FRUIT CAKE
THE CHOCOLATE CAKE
MY
CHAI
\
A POT OF CHAI
With friends.
Chai
is a spiced tea from India. It's incredibly popular these days.
People are making fortunes manufacturing and selling it. This
recipe is free––and its really good, too. This chai recipe is based
on the chai served at a meditation ashram that was the center of my life for many years. Alas, the recipe packets are no longer available unless you can break into the ashram bookstore. The ashram is now a true monastery. You don't get in unless you sign up for the duration. [The
original chai recipe was included in the "Breakfast Packet"
of recipes, which also includes one of the most delicious liquids
in existence, siddha coffee. It was worth bying the recipe packet just for the siddha coffee. Also for the "upma". This is an Indian
breakfast cereal featuring golden raisins, cashews, hot chilies
and about 50 other exotic ingredients. Don't die without eating
this.]
Anyway,
I took the ashram chai recipe and enlarged it, making it about
500 times spicier. Here are the ingredients:
If
you have ever priced these ingredients, you will immediately
realize that this recipe will bankrupt you. It will––if
you go to your local supermarket to buy the spices. Go to your
handy Indochinese or Asian market instead and have a wonderful
cross-cultural experience along with your chai. (We have an
article on "Little India",
a section of the vast metropolis generally known as Los Angeles.
Little India is the largest
ethnic Indian community in the United States, except for the
one in New York City. Little
India is wonderful––and boy, do they have cheap spices.
Like 2 pounds of whole cloves for $3.76. That is a sack o' cloves!)
I
created this recipe because we drink a lot of chai around here.
You can drink chai hot, or chilled. You can put it in a container
and stick it in the refridge for a long time. You can even take
it to pot luck dinners. (More on this later.) This is how I make it.
Take
a 4 quart pot and fill it about 3/4 to 7/8 full of water. Boil
the water. [Are you with me so far?]
Okay. Turn the water down
to "low" or "simmer". Slice about 16 thin
slices off your fresh ginger, throw it in the water. Put "a
small handful" of whole cloves in the water. That's about
25. Put "a small handful" of fennel seed in the water.
About 1/2 teaspoon.
[10/8/07 News flash! Since writing this
article several years ago, I have instituted improvements. I
have chucked the fennel seeds in favor of star anise. I throw
a small handful––a tablespoon full?––of star anise hunks
into the brew. I have also gotten way looser about my
spice quantities, doubling, tripling, whatever. Don't be afraid,
readers! The worst you can do is make something that tastes
terrible and wastes your money! No. I've found I like things
spicier as I age, probably due to the inability of my old senses
to register anything less than gustatory sledge hammer blows.
Play with these recipes! Make them according to the directions
the first few times, the fool around. This kind of fooling around
won't get you in much trouble. Back to the chai:}
Take
about 14 cardamom pods. This is the tricky part: Without slicing
your fingers off, split the pods and open them. This means:
Stick the point of a knife in each pod, piercing it's shell.
Simultaneously, twist your wrist and flatten the pod, so that
it's opened and the flavor of the little seeds inside can get
in the water.
[Another brilliant culinary breakthrough was
to simply buy shelled cardamom seeds at Little
India and put, oh, 1/2 teaspoon in my simmering water.
This works fine, and saves is much safer that the pod splitting
routine. Unfortunately, I have about ten pounds of the cardamom
pods on my shelf––the fruit of, "Well, I might as
well buy a lot. Who knows when I'll get back to Little
India?" Remember this as you buy.]

LITTLE INDIA STREET SCENE
This place is serious fun!
Put
the split pods or the cardamom seeds in the water. Simmer the
spices for 5 minutes to several hours. If you forget and go
on vacation or something, just make sure the pot is still 3/4
to 7/8 full when you continue the recipe––add water. Also,
if you let it go for hours, the chai may develop a greasy, terrible
looking scum on top. Don't worry. This tastes okay. You can
also skim it off.
To
continue: Take 5 regular, cheap tea bags and 3 good Earl Gray
tea bags out of their wrappers. [This is the outside wrapper.
Don't take the tea out of its bag. The fancier chai recipes
call for loose tea, which means that you have to strain this
stuff when you want to drink it, a needless step.] Put the tea bags
into the water and turn the heat way down. [This is called "steeping"]
Usually, you steep tea for 5 minutes or so. That's what the
Ashram recipe said to do. This compulsive clock watching is
not necessary! No, go out and ride your horse if you want to,
whatever. I've let this go for hours. It tasted fine. [But see
the note above about the scum on top and also the relevant note
about type of tea below.]
When
the tea is steeped, add milk. Just fill your pot to the brim
with milk. I use nonfat, on the theory that I can indulge in
some of the recipes which follow if I skimp on fat elsewhere.
Chai actually tastes better with low fat or even fat fat milk.
Its your body, you decide. Stir the chai/milk mixture and heat
it until it's nice and hot. Oh, yes. Add 7 heaping tablespoons
of sugar before stirring. Or to taste. 7 tablespoons is my taste.
When the chai is hot and stirred, it's ready. Yum!
[Usually
my stove is a mess by this time, because I have not mastered
the art of putting less water in, or adding less milk, so that
it doesn't overflow when I stir it. I leave this volume calculation
and preplanning to later generations. It's beyond me.]
Some
people would strain the chai before serving it. It has all sorts
of pods and cloves and tea bags floating in it. I don't. Everyone
in our household has gotten good at ladling chai and leaving
the pods, sticks, seeds and slices in the pot. I do strain the
chai when I'm putting it in a container to go into the refrigerator.
I'll go that far.
We
make double batches of chai for parties. We've had it on the
stove for an entire evening and it still tastes great. A note
on ingredients: I used to use Red Rose tea, which doesn't get
bitter if you let it sit. Now I use some generic, which also
doesn't get bitter. I won't vouch for other types of tea. Some
really tastes-- blccch! after a few minutes. [Also works
with regular old Lipton tea from Costco. Live and learn!]
Chai
is a great thing to bring to pot lucks. It will quickly enhance
your social status, as it is hip and very chic, as well as foreign.
A tip: Don't make the chai at home and carry it to the party.
Take a very large pot and double the ingredients, carrying them
to the event dry. Make the chai when you get there. It's safer.
I won't tell you how we discovered this.
See?
Wasn't that easy. Cooking the Nathan way. Now for another priceless
culinary adventure, or you can go back to the Recipe
Directory. Or to the Little
India article, if you came from there.
SANDY'S
BASTE

A JAR OF BASTE
with Marinating
Tofu and Kitchen Gods
This
recipe was based on that of the late Josephine Tapella, of San
Jose, CA. Mrs. Tapella was a fantastic Italian cook and I am
indebted to her for many of my cooking techniques. [This is
serious. She was a very good cook and fine person. What I have
done to her recipes is my responsibility. Or fault.]
Okay,
this recipe is a fat free version of Jo Tapella's baste. Take
an old quart mayonnaise jar, or a peanut butter jar, or something
fancier if you have it. Fill it with 1/2 soy sauce and 1/2 lemon
juice. (Hit Costco or Price Club for ingredients to this recipe.)
Add 3 heaping tablespoons of lemon pepper seasoning, a couple
of tablespoons of dried garlic, a handful of dried oregano leaves
and a small handful of dried minced onions. All the measures
here are approximate: I've been making it so long I do it by
feel. The idea is: you should like the way it tastes. Alter
the proportions to suit yourself. When you have a bunch of ingredients
in the jar, shake it up. Refrigerate the marinate when you're
not using it.
Strictly
speaking, you probably should wait a while before using this
so that the dried onions fluff up. On the other hand, crunchy
onions are good. If you're late getting dinner, do what you
have to.
Do you know how to baste things? This is good to know.
I usually get out a plastic bag, left over from produce, and
stick my object to be marinated in it. Then I ladle the baste
over that, making sure that all sides of the object are covered.
I seal the bag and put it in the refrigerator overnight, or
on the sink for an hour or so. Voila! Tasty meats, or other
things.
Want
a testimonial? My mother-in-law, Celia Nathan, once tasted a
piece of broiled chicken which had been marinated in my sauce.
She said, "Sandy, this is the best chicken I've ever eaten."
She became a macrobiotic vegetarian immediately afterward.
This
baste is great on fish, chicken and all sorts of meats. It's excellent
for barbecued anything. Now, a really good Italian cook would
make the baste with wine vinegar instead of lemon juice when
cooking red meats. I say, "Who cares?" A container
of this stuff is always on hand at our house. Our daughters
are vegetarians, and we have found that you can even baste tofu
in it! Yes––this marinade can turn tofu from a pasty white,
gelatinous substance that the dog won't eat into a tasty, brownish
gelatinous substance that the dog will eat. Try it!
Another
great recipe, or back to the Recipe
Directory:
MOLLIE'S
NATURIST FRUIT CAKE

YUKI, THE NATHAN
FAMILY DOG
I don't have a picture
of this cake, but thought you might like to see our dog.
Yuki is a 13 1/2 year old Great Dane/Lab mix. Isn't she adorable?
This recipe comes
courtesy of our dear friend Mollie, who lives/lived? at the Lupin Lodge,
a naturist club in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California. I
will not get into what a naturist club is, but I will say they
were at ground zero during the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake.
This was a 7.1-on-the-Richter-scale whopper that almost had
me moving from California. Lupin was almost completely
destroyed, all but this recipe.
Mollie actually stole
this recipe from a fancy cook book by James Beard or Julia Child
or some such person. This is a serious, serious fruit cake for
people who hate fruit cake but love anything irresistibly good.
It has no (!!!) disgusting green , yellow or red things
in it. Only real dried fruit.
The ingredients are so expensive
that, like the chai, it will bankrupt you unless you've got
a Costco or Sam's Club close by. To reduce the cost, you can substitute ingredients,
using walnuts for pecans, old sponges for apricots. No, don't
do that. If you can't afford this, just keep the recipe and
treasure it, imagining what all the ingredients taste like when
blended and baked. Filling the kitchen with wonderful odors.
Tantalizing your mind. Satisfying you deeply.
Do you sew? I used
to sew. I made most of my clothes for many years, until they
invented Marshall's and Ross Stores. Then it became stupid to
sit for hours making clothes that fit and looked good when you
could spend the same amount of money and quickly buy stuff that
no retailer could sell.
Anyway, I used to sew. Those who sew
will know what I'm talking about here. When I sewed, I had a huge stash of patterns and laces and other "findings"
that I would use if I were ever making a dress for Queen Elizabeth
or going to a coronation. Knowing I had drawers full of
that stuff made me feel full inside, wealthy in a way that really
mattered. I talked to a sewing friend and found she felt the
same way: Those patterns for kilts and pajamas and superman
costumes that no one in their right mind would ever use were
riches.
This recipe is like
that. For years, I made this cake every Christmas, sending it
across the country to relatives and friends who wouldn't dream
of eating regular fruit cake. My macrobiotic in-laws, normally
disciplined in all things food related, stashed the cake in
their freezer, pulling it out for nocturnal nibbles. Hoarding
it all year. Not even acknowledging to each other their furtive
partaking of the mostly forbidden (to macrobiotic vegetarians)
fruits.
This is that kind of cake. I haven't made it in years,
becoming lazy, in addition to surly, with age. Still, I'd never
give the recipe up. Just having it is money in the bank.
Here it is: Mollie's
Fruit Cake. Of course, it's no longer Mollie's Fruit Cake the
way I make it. The original recipe went: "Take 1/8
cup of flour and 1 egg. Cream them with 1 tablespoon butter. Add
a pecan. Do this 1,223 times. Combine ingredients in alphabetical
order. Make your own baking dishes with clay, fire them at 1000
degrees Fahrenheit or Centigrade."
You get the idea-- needless
fussiness. Needless complication. Dump it together, I say. It
ends up the same in your stomach!
INGREDIENTS:
DRIED FRUITS
AND NUTS:
lb. golden raisins
3 lbs. dried apricot halves
2 lbs. pecan halves
1-1/2 lbs. pitted dates
1-10 oz. package of dried currants
1- 8 oz. package of dried figs
Put apricot halves,
pitted dates and dried figs through a food processor to slice.
Place in a large container and mix. How large? I use a canner--
the biggest pot I've got.
You're probably realizing
that this makes a lot of cake. It does: 13 pounds. Enough to
share with everyone you know. Looking at the dried fruit list,
I realize that I always added a few other types of fruit. Can't
remember what, just never that sticky mix with the green things
in it. If you find a package of dried fruit that looks good
and isn't shown, hey, it's your cake. You can put whatever you
want in it.
BATTER INGREDIENTS:
4 cups flour
2 tablespoons ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 cup light cream (Or use egg nog. Not the diet type.)
1 teaspoon ground allspice
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup apricot nectar
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1 cup brandy (or use more apricot nectar, or orange juice)
1/4 cup cointreau or orange juice
1 pound soft butter
1 package lt. brown sugar (2-1/4 cups)
1 cup honey
10 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla.
Mix batter ingredients
with your food processor. You'll have to make several batches.
I put about an equal amount of wet and dry stuff in each batch,
and don't try to get equal amounts of ingredients in each. Dump
the batches on top of the fruits and nuts previously placed
in the very large container. Stir everything until it's well
mixed. Consider stirring your aerobic exercise for the month––or rent a small cement mixer.
MORE DIRECTIONS:
After mixing the
ingredients very well, fill greased and floured, or pan sprayed,
tube pans, molds, bundt pans, etc. (as many as you've got) about 1/2
to 2/3 full of batter. The official recipe says to bake at 250
degrees for 2-1/2 to 3 hours. I find that one hour at 350 is
fine. (You should probably check this pretty often, as you have
invested your childrens' educational fund in this cake.) The
cakes should look browned and pull away from the pan slightly
when you take them out.
Allow to cool in
pans about 15 minutes. Run a knife around all edges and turn
the cakes out onto racks to cool completely.
The following step is optional.
I am including it to show how open minded I am. When the cakes
are cooled, you can put them in cookie sheets or other rimmed
pans and pour brandy over them. I used to put a full quart bottle
over the mess. When they'd absorbed as much brandy as they could,
I'd wrap the cakes in Saran wrap and refrigerate them. I don't
do this any more. I find the nonalcoholic version of the cake
is just as good. But you can ruin the cake's pristine purity
by defiling it with alcohol, if you must.
The cakes keep refrigerated
for a long time, and will freeze much longer. If you can avoid
eating them. Note that this recipe is primarily just wonderful.
It has no socially redeeming food value. It's neither Weight
Watchers approved nor doctor approved. (10 eggs? A pound of
butter? Cream? A package of brown sugar?) This cake is simply
delicious. Rich. Full. Satisfying. Voluptuous.
Wait until you read
the next recipe if you like those adjectives. (Or go back to
the Recipe Directory.)
THE CHOCOLATE CAKE

TYPICAL MALE
RESPONSE TO THE CHOCOLATE CAKE
At last a man who's man enough to be photographed while eating the cake.
Unleash your primal self. Do not be afraid.
[Warning: This recipe
is adult in nature. Children and highly sensitive people, household
pets, inanimate objects and equine related things like as saddle
soap and green feed should skip it. It's also really funny,
so you decide.]
Okay. Now we're getting
serious. This looks like an ordinary chocolate cake. It is not.
By some mysterious alchemy, this cake is hardwired into the
male nervous system to produce the most incredible response.
It's probably hormonal, or maybe from the reptilian brain, or
the early evolutionary history of humanity. Here's the secret:
If you feed this cake to a man, he will love you. It's true.
I feed it to my husband all the time, and he loves me.
So, if you're trying
to attract a man, this is the recipe for you. I was going to
say, "For those gals out there trying to attract a man...."
But I realized that a number of variations on that theme are
currently popular.
Speaking of variation, have you ever read
the personal ads? Well, I don't usually indulge in such forbidden
pleasures, but one night, I was up late. All alone. My will
was weak. I happened to drift to the rear of our local rag,
the Santa Barbara Independent. I suffered a not very
momentary lapse of character and read the personals.
After a few minutes
I went, "Uggh. This is disgusting. And what do all those
initials mean? What's "****"? I've never heard of
that. I can't imaging advertising to "****" in a
public newspaper. "****"ing with strangers?"
I scratched my head and read some more, thinking, " On
the other hand, if I was going to "****", I certainly
wouldn't do it with anyone who knew me."
Later,
I thought "Have these people no shame? Don't they know what can happen?
About the danger, the disease....?"
This is a food column.
We'll go light on the myriad possible diseases, neither naming
nor describing them. Or even visualizing their effects on the
body. Nor will we talk about the potential physical or spiritual
dangers of answering personal ads, such as dismemberment and
going to Hell. (Ask your mother about this, she will set you
straight.)
Please be aware that
we are presenting this recipe as a service to humanity. You
see, if you make this cake, you will never have to place a personal
ad again. You can merely walk through the shopping mall of your
choice, carrying the uncovered cake, and men will want to "****"
you unbidden. Maybe women, too. I haven't tried this, being too chicken to do anything but write about it.
Here is the moral
lesson of this episode: [Not every recipe has a moral!] I received
a great gift from what some might call an ethical slip, reading
the personals. Everything in the universe has some useful purpose,
no matter how wasteful and slatternly it may appear at the time.
My ad reading adventure inspired a very juicy plot twist in
one of the books I'm writing. You'd love it. Check back in a
few decades when the book is published. (This book is so wild I
may want it published posthumously. If you think this recipe is
something, you should see the Benny's Promise Series. Phew.)
Here's the recipe:
It came from a magazine long ago. I forget which one. The original
ingredient list bears adjectives like "Blue Diamond"
almonds, and "Jell-O" pudding, so I guess these companies
concocted the cake, not realizing what they were doing.
INGREDIENTS:
1 1/2 cups blanched,
slivered almonds
1 package (12 oz.) chocolate chips
1 package (2 layer size) chocolate fudge or chocolate cake
mix
1 package (4 serving size) chocolate instant pudding mix.
4 eggs
1 cup (1/2 pint) sour cream
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup oil
1/2 teaspoon each almond and vanilla extracts. (or use 1 tsp.
each. It's okay.)
It's deceptive, isn't
it? Such simple ingredients. What they do. Okay. Do this: Put
the almonds in a pan. Roast them at 350 until they're nicely
brown. Maybe 10 minutes. This part is crucial. Do not go ride
your horse now. The cake is very good if the almonds are a little
too toasted, but you have to take them out before they go all
the way to charred. They taste like burnt pencils if you do
that, spoiling the effect.
While the almonds
are toasting, take a couple of bundt pans and spray them with
pan spray. The original recipe calls for a well-greased, 10
inch tube pan. I found that if I'm planning on taking this cake
away from home, say to go to the mall––no, to a girlfriend's
house, I need to make two cakes. My husband will not let me
take this cake out of the house unless I also make one for him.
After you're done
toasting and spraying, dump the pudding mix and the cake mix
in a large mixing bowl. Now, the quality of the ingredients
determines the quality of the outcome. This is no time to skimp.
Buy the highest quality mixes you can. "Ultra rich, fudge,
devil's food cake" is a good bet. Make sure they haven't
snuck pudding in the cake mix already. That makes a too stiff
cake, which we don't want. Also, do not use sugar free pudding.
It gets bitter with baking.
Throw in everything
else but the almonds and the chocolate chips. Did you check
the almonds, by the way? Brown, but not too brown. And a note
on the sour cream: I've made this cake with everything from
nonfat sour cream to nonfat raspberry yogurt sweetened with
Nutrasweet. They all work, but again, quality counts.
If you're
serious about avoiding the personals, I'd use fat sour
cream. Beat the ingredients for 4 minutes at medium speed with
an electric mixer. It should be really stiff. Stir in the chips
and almonds. This cake is delicious raw-- I always eat at least
1/2 cup. Try it.
Pour the cake into
one or two pans and bake it at 350 for about 70 minutes for one
pan. I can't remember how long I bake two pans. Try 1/2 hour
and keep checking.
Don't under bake this or it comes out like
one of those jell pads you put in the freezer for when you sprain
you ankle. It's done when it pulls away from the pan and doesn't
indent much when you poke it with your finger. Cool it in the pan
about 15 minutes and remove cake(s) to racks, or remove immediately,
as you will. I've done both.
It's great just plain, or garnish
it with whipped cream. For absolute decadence, I have frosted
the cake with the highest quality chocolate frosting mix I can
find. This is extreme––best reserved for special occasions
and fertility rites.
My husband says to
tell you he likes this cake either frozen or heated so that
the chocolate chips ooze nicely. So that's how I serve it. You've
gotta please your man, right?
All you folks who
came straight to this recipe might want to go back to the Recipe
Directory now and check out the rest.
Hasta la vista, compadres!
AUTHOR SANDY NATHAN IS THE WINNER OF SEVENTEEN NATIONAL AWARDS!

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ALL OF THE BOOKS BELOW ARE WINNERS OF MULTIPLE NATIONAL AWARDS!
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STEPPING OFF THE EDGE: LEARNING & LIVING SPIRITUAL PRACTICE
A MODERN SPIRITUAL COMPANION
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NUMENON
A TALE OF MYSTICIAM & MONEY MENON
"BILL GATES MEETS DON JUAN." |
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TECOLOTE: THE LITTLE HORSE THAT COULD
BORN PREMATURELY ON A FREEZING NIGHT, THE COLT HAD TO FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE. |
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THE ANGEL & THE BROWN-EYED BOY
A FUTURE WORLD ONLY HEARTBEATS FROM OUR OWN |
Click the covers above to go Sandy Nathan's books on the Amazon Kindle store.
All Kindle books are 99 cents.
They are also available as print books at Amazon..The Angel and Numenon are also at the Nook store. The Angel is an iBook, as well.
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