Thursday, January 29, 2009

Granny Torrelli Makes Soup

What is your granny like?

Is she tiny and frail? Round and jovial? Does she love to cook or tell stories? Is she a cheek-pincher? Does she have a bunch of cats and knit you horrendous sweaters? Is her hair blue? Does she smell flowery or moth-bally? Does she live around the corner or miles away?

I love grannies of all shapes and sizes (even the mothball variety), and I especially love grannies who cook.

I consider myself very fortunate to have a granny who cooks--and to add to that fortune an Italian granny who cooks. Pizza, spaghetti, lasagna, gnocchi (pretty much anything with a vowel at the end) is made from scratch by my Nonna. And don't even get me started on her cinnamon rolls. Mmmm...Drool...

Tip of the Day: If you don't have an Italian granny you need to go out and get yourself one right now. Trust me, your tummy will thank you.

Zuppa! Granny Torrelli is one of those Italian grannies who cooks. Just like at my Nonna's house, there are copious amounts of soup and pasta cooking going on in Granny Torrelli's kitchen. However, unlike my Nonna, Granny Torrelli serves up a side of advice along with her zuppa. Rosie is the main character of this delicious book and also the granddaughter of Granny Torrelli. Many hours are spent in the kitchen with Granny Torrelli, as Rosie tells of the ups and downs of her relationship with her best friend, Bailey.
The soup is almost done. Granny Torrelli sits down, props her feet up on a
chair. "Come on," she says, "sit yourself down. Put your feet up." She always
does this before we eat. She says people rush too much. She likes to take a few
minutes to smell the food and relax before we go rushing around gobbling it up.
The soup is almost done. Granny Torrelli sits down, props her feet up on a
chair. "Come on," she says, "sit yourself down. Put your feet up." She always
does this before we eat. She says people rush too much. She likes to take a few
minutes to smell the food and relax before we go rushing around gobbling it up.
Rosie and Bailey are neighbors and were born only a week apart. They are like sister and brother, only better "because I chose him and he chose me." In addition, Rosie has always been Bailey's helper as he was born visually impaired. The two have a falling out and Rosie, hurt and confused, turns to Granny Torrelli for advice. Between the combination of Granny's heartfelt stories (which will have you laughing out loud or running for a tissue) and the soothing aroma of the soup, Rosie begins to learn a valuable lesson about love and friendship.
Tutto va bene! All is well when Granny Torrelli makes soup!
Recipe to Read By: Granny Torrelli's Italian Vegetable Soup
I know this is a baking blog, but this book was screaming for a soup recipe. Zupa! Zupa!

1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
2 leeks, chopped
2 garlic cloves, minced
6 zucchini, thinly sliced crosswise
2 (13 3/4-ounce) cans quartered artichoke hearts packed in water, drained
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
10 cups vegetable broth
1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme leaves
4 ounces dried wide egg noodles
Freshly grated Parmesan
Heat the oil in a heavy large pot over medium heat.
Add the leeks and saute until translucent, about 8 minutes.
Add the garlic and saute until tender, about 2 minutes.
Stir in the zucchini and artichokes.
Season the vegetables with salt and pepper.
Saute until the zucchini are tender, about 10 minutes.
Add the vegetable broth. Stir in the thyme and cook for 2 minutes.
Cover the pot and bring the soup to a simmer.
Decrease the heat to medium-low and simmer gently until the flavors develop, stirring occasionally, about 20 minutes.
Increase the heat to medium-high. Add the noodles and cook until al dente, stirring constantly, about 5 minutes.
Ladle the soup into bowls.
Sprinkle with Parmesan and serve.
Granny Torrelli's Notes: Prop your feet up, inhale the aroma of the food, and relax.
Buon appetito! Mangia tutto!
*Recipe courtesy of Giada De Laurentiis

Monday, January 26, 2009

The results are in: Newbery Award Winners are Announced!

Call me a nerd, but I spend the month of January counting down the days until the ALA (American Library Association) announces the year's Newbery Medal and Honor winners. NERD.
(By the way--how cool would it be if they had one of those little advent-type calendars for counting down the days until the Newbery announcement! Maybe there could be a bookmark behind every door instead of chocolate!!!) Don't judge me.
For those who are interested (or mildly obsessive), the results can be found on
Congratulations to The Graveyard by Neil Gaiman

Read The New York Times article
Watch Al Roker's Today Show Interview with Newbery Award Winning Authors:

The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a Very Interesting Boy

I’ve always wanted a sister. Having a sister meant double the wardrobe and slumber parties every night of the week. Not that growing up with a brother was completely awful. He played his fair share of Barbies and was my “student” every time I played school in the garage. He never even put up a fight when I ordered him to write I will not pick my nose and wipe it on my desk 50 times on the chalkboard. (Thanks, Hayden—you’re the best!) But sharing clothes was never an option and I would have died before sharing a secret with a boy. Those are things reserved for sisters. The Penderwicks is a book about sisters. It’s the kind of book where you want to say goodbye to your family and jump right in and become a part of theirs.
Each of the four Penderwick sisters is wonderfully unique and likeable. There's Rosalind, the oldest of the four and a mother-figure to her younger sisters; hot-tempered Skye, dreamy Jane-an aspiring author; and shy Batty, the baby of the family who doesn't leave the house without her wings. Mr. Penderwick is a widow who takes his daughters on a summer trip to the Berkshire Mountains, where they rent a cottage at the back of an enormous mansion. The mansion belongs to Mrs. Tifton, an uptight, high-heel wearing snob who reminds me of Cruella DeVille (minus the streaked 'do). Mrs. Tifton has a son, Jeffrey, who immediately befriends the adventure-loving Penderwick girls, much to his mother's chagrin.
The plot of the story involves the girls' attempts to keep Jeffrey from being sent to military school and dodging Mrs. Tifton's efforts to keep the girls away from Jeffrey. The ending leaves you with a warm and fuzzy feeling and a strong yearning for mischief. (Yes, I am 27 years old and still found myself plotting a way to jump through hedges and chase bulls).
Even if you don't want a sister or truly despise the one you have, you'll still find yourself wanting to be a part of the Penderwick clan.
Top five reasons I want to be a Penderwick:
5.) They use cool acronyms like MOPS (Meeting of Penderwick Sisters) and OAP (Oldest Available Penderwick)
4.) Their dad lets them get away with ANYTHING. Then he gives them a hug and a kiss on the head and tells them to "stay out of trouble" with an endearing look on his face. Honestly. Whose dad does that??
3.) The oldest Penderwick bakes a mean batch of brownies.
2.) They keep each other's secrets.
1.) Four sisters? That's quadruple the wardrobe!
Recipe to Read By: Rosalind Penderwick's Brownies
If I were a Penderwick sister I definitely would want to be Rosalind. She has a heart of gold and more patience than I ever had at the age of 12. As the oldest Penderwick, she often bakes brownies for her doting father and younger sisters. However, as Rosalind, I would know better than to ask Skye to keep an eye on anything in the oven. She'll let them burn and then blame it on me. That might cause me to lose my temper, which is very un-Rosalind-like. Hmm. Maybe I should be Skye Penderwick...Or write mystery novels like Jane...Or talk to dogs like Batty...
1 2/3 cups granulated sugar
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) butter or margarine, melted
2 tablespoons water
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 cup NESTLÉ® TOLL HOUSE® Baking Cocoa
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup chopped nuts (optional)
Powdered sugar

PREHEAT oven to 350º F.
Grease 13 x 9-inch baking pan.
COMBINE granulated sugar, butter and water in large bowl.
Stir in eggs and vanilla extract.
Combine flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt in medium bowl; stir into sugar mixture.
Stir in nuts.
Spread into prepared baking pan.
BAKE for 18 to 25 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out slightly sticky.
Cool completely in pan on wire rack.
Sprinkle with powdered sugar.
Cut into bars.
*Recipe courtesy of Nestle

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Catherine, Called Birdy

I am a firm believer that every child should have a historical fiction novel amongst his/her list of Top 10 Favorite Books.

What? You don't have a historical fiction book on your Top 10 List of Favorite Books? WHAT??? You don't have a list of Top 10 Favorite Books???

Deep breaths.

Okay. Here's what you need to do right this instant: read this review, then go track down a copy of the book and bury your nose in it until you're finished. (No, you may NOT get a snack and no you may NOT sleep. If you must use the bathroom I expect the book to accompany you.) Once you have accomplished this, form a list of your Top 10 Favorite Books and place this one somewhere close to the top.

There, you are now whole.

Not only is Catherine, Called Birdy one of my all-time-absolute- favorite-no-questions-asked historical fiction books, but it also includes one of my all-time-absolute-favorite-no-questions-asked characters. I love this book and I love this character. Here's why:

The story takes place in 13th century Medieval England. Catherine (or Birdy, as she is called by her family) is the 14-year-old daughter of a country knight who spends her days pining for freedom from her mundane chores and foiling her father's attempts to marry her off. As part of a bargain with her older brother, Edward, Birdy keeps a diary for a year, and it is through her writing that we learn about daily life in the manor. Birdy is remarkably clever and has a sharp tongue to match, often earning her a day locked in her chamber as punishment. She invents wonderful songs, catchy curse words, and potions to cure the villagers of everything from "ale head" to "putrid stomach." More than anything, I loved reading Birdy's hilarious accounts of warding off potential suitors. As the book drew to a close, I couldn't help but wish for Birdy to journal another year in her life. Strangely, I also had a sudden urge to take a steaming hot bath, and to call my dad and thank him profusely for not forcing me into a marriage with someone called Shaggy Beard.

24th Day of September
The stars and my family align to make my life black and miserable. My mother seeks to make me a fine lady--dumb, docile, and accomplished--so I must take lady lessons and keep my mouth closed. My brother Edward thinks even girls should not be ignorant, so he taught me to read Holy books and write, even though I would rather sit in an apple tree and wonder. Now my father, the toad, conspires to sell me like cheese to some lack-wit seeking a wife. What makes this clodpole suitor anxious to have me? I am no beauty, being sun-browned and gray-eyed, with poor eyesight and a stubborn disposition. Corpus bones! He comes to dine with us in two days' time. I plan to cross my eyes and drool in my meat.

Disclaimer: This book is for MATURE readers only. How do you know if you are mature enough to read it? Do you giggle uncontrollably at the mention of "passing wind" or "making water?" Does the thought of kissing make you hurl and gag? If you answered yes to any of the above questions, wait another five years before you check out this book.

Recipe to Read By: Soul Cakes
Children in medieval villages such as Birdy's went from door to door on Oct. 31 (All Hallow's Eve), Nov. 1 (All Saint's Day), & Nov. 2 (All Soul's Day) begging for Soul Cakes:

"Soul Cake, soul cake, please good missus, a soul cake. An apple, a plum,
a peach, or a cherry, anything good thing to make us merry."

Birdy snuck extra soul cakes for eating in her chamber. If you choose to do the same, make sure you eat over a napkin because these little yummies are especially crumbly. Don't forget to dispose of the evidence.
Ingredients1 cup butter, two sticks American
3 3/4 cups sifted flour
1 cup fine sugar
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ginger
1 teaspoon allspice
2 eggs
2 teaspoons cider vinegar (I know, weird!)
4-6 tablespoons milk
powdered sugar, to sprinkle on top

Preheat oven to 350°F.
Cut the butter into the flour with a pastry blender or a large fork.
Blend in the sugar, nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon and allspice; beat eggs, vinegar, and milk together.
Mix with the flour mixture until a stiff dough is formed.
Knead thoroughly and roll out 1/4-inch thick.
Cut into 3-inch rounds and place on greased baking sheets.
Prick several times with a fork and bake for 20-25 minutes.
Sprinkle lightly with powdered sugar while still warm.
Lick off the powdered sugar and sprinkle them all again. No one will know.
(This is Birdy's idea--not mine!)

Read more about medieval food here:

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Princess Academy

Confession: I would NEVER have picked this book up had it not been for the Newbery Honor Award. I'm not a big reader of "princess" books because they are usually too fluffy and predictable. However, after reading a plethora of favorable reviews I decided that I would give it a try. (But at the earliest mention of a dashing young prince or a wicked stepmother I was moving on! Take that, delicate, pink princess book!) Shamefully, my preconceived notions couldn't have been more wrong. After reading the first page I immediately knew this was no Disney fairy tale.

The story takes place on the slopes of Mount Eskel, where the majority of the residents work in the stone quarry. Miri, a fiesty, yet incredibly tiny girl is the main character who aches to work alongside her father and sister in the quarry. She lives a happy, if unexciting, life until word comes from the lowlanders that the prince will choose a princess from Mount Eskel. You can imagine the hullaballoo that ensues. (Don't you love that word--hullaballoo? I need to find more ways to use it.) Here lies the problem: Prince Steffan will not choose a bride without her going through a rigorous training in lowlander life. A special academy is set up on the other side of the mountain for all eligible girls to attend. Unlike The Princess Diaries (which I admit to watching on more than one occasion), the Academy is nothing like Julie Andrews' crash-course in princess etiquette. On the contrary, the girls are isolated from the outside world and deprived of visiting their families, are humiliated daily by Tutor Olana, and face a myriad of dangerous situations, such as a group of bandits who invade the Academy. Doesn't sound like your average glass slipper--talking mirror--evil spell casting fairy tale, now does it? In addition to her bravery and quiet intelligence, Miri discovers an unspoken, language called "quarry-speech" that allows her to lead the other girls out of danger and prove herself as a true heroine, despite her small size.
This book will appeal to tomboys, girly-girls, wannabe princesses, princess-despisers and even dare I say it...boys! Yes, it's that good. Go ahead and read it--I promise no one will call you a sissy.

Recipe to Read By: Biscuits with Honey
Honey is a rare treat on the Slopes of Mount Eskel, and Miri often fantasized about hot biscuits drizzled with the sweet amber liquid on bleak winter evenings.
These easy-peasy biscuits are delicious in any weather or at any altitude.

2 1/4 cups self-rising flour
3/4 cup shortening
1 cup milk

1. Combine and mix ingredients together.
2. Pour out on floured waxed paper. Pat the dough out with your hands until dough is not sticky (add a little flour if necessary). Fold double.
3. Cut biscuits with a biscuit cutter.
4. Bake on a cookie sheet at 425 degrees F (220 degrees C) for 20-25 minutes.
5. Drizzle with honey
6. Drizzling won't give you nearly enough honey, so pour the rest of the honey jar into a bowl and plunge your biscuit into it. This will make a sticky mess, but that's okay. You're not trying to marry a prince, are you?

Monday, January 12, 2009

Goodnight Opus

A note from the author:

This work of fine literature is not suggested for use by an adult unless accompanied by a kid or a kid guardian. If a suitable minor cannot be located, a proper set of bunny jammies should be worn during the reading. Please help us maintain these minimal standards.

I first picked up Goodnight Opus by Berkeley Breathed during an internship in the children's wing of the Alachua County Library Headquarters. Although shelving was my primary duty, I often found myself hiding behind the YA shelves with a stack of books, completely absorbed in one story after the other. It was during one of these clandestine reading operations that I discovered Goodnight Opus. After reading it through three times, I hid it behind a non-fiction display case and made a point to revisit Opus every afternoon during my shelving shift. It soon became my "secret" book, one that no one else ever mentioned (or was ever able to check out!).

The first feature to catch my eye was the Pixar-like illustrations; so vividly detailed that one feels as if the story is animated on a movie screen. The story begins with Opus, decked out in pink bunny jammies, having a story read to him for the two hundred tenth time. (Let me know if you recognize which story it is.) However, as Granny begins to nod off and quietly snore, something extraordinary happens: Opus departs the text. Leaving his black and white bedroom behind, Opus (along with the monster under his bed) enters a world of color and goes forth on an adventure aboard the Milky Way flying machine. Throughout his travels, he visits the tooth fairy, goes skinny-dipping with Abe Lincoln, and sails through the Blue Mist Lagoon. Opus returns home to his bedroom to find Granny waiting for him, a curious look in her eyes. Perhaps she, too, has departed the text?

If you are lucky enough to come across this book in the library, seek out a hidden spot, plop yourself down, and get ready for a wild ride that will leave you wondering if you really can depart the text...And let's keep this gem of a book between you and me. I wouldn't want the secret to get out.

Fun Fact: This book has been banned in seventeen countries with early bedtimes.

Recipe to Read By: Milky Way Peanut Butter Cookies
Departing the text may leave your tummy rumbling. Here's a satisfying snack for all travels aboard the Milky Way flying machine.

1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 cup peanut butter
1 egg
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
36 bite size Milky Way bars [If you have Fun Size bars instead, just cut them in half to create bite size.]

1.) Cream together white sugar, brown sugar, butter or margarine, vanilla, peanut butter and the egg.

2.) Add in flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.

3.) Wrap 1 heaping teaspoon of dough around a bite sized Milky Way candy bar.

4.) Bake 13-16 minutes at 350° F (175° C). Let cool 5 minutes before removing from pan.

*Recipe courtesy of

Sunday, January 11, 2009

A Classic to Make You Smile

Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle was first published in 1947 by Betty McDonald. Although quite dated in language, the whimsical nature of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle and her cures for every child's behavior problem prove to be timeless. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle is a kooky woman who lives in an upside down house, bakes enormous batches of cookies, and welcomes all of the neighborhood children to hang out at her house (where they dig for pirate gold in the backyard and eat raw cookie dough). Above all, she knows EVERYTHING about kids of all ages and sizes and can "cure" them of any disease they may have. Parents frequently call Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle to seek her advice on how to cure Selfishness, Answerbackism, or Never-Want-to-Go-to-Bedders Syndrome, among others. Her silly cures are not only hysterical, but 100% effective. If you are a picky eater, frequently leave your toys out, or never want to go to bed HIDE THIS BOOK from your parents. There is a Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle in every neighborhood just looking to cure you of your ailment!

Some interesting facts about the author:

-Betty McDonald's husband's name was Donald (hehe--Donald McDonald)
-Mrs. McDonald worked an odd assortment of jobs before she became a writer including
secretary to a mining engineer, tinting photographs, keeping records for a rabbit grower,
running a chain letter office, modeling fur coats, and selling advertising.
-The stories in Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle were first told to her daughters, Anne and Joan (who make an
appearance in the book as the quarreling twins).

*Recipe to Read By: No Roll Sugar Cookies

Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's favorite treat to make for any visiting children. Be sure to eat a huge chunk of raw dough (unless your parents are squeamish about raw egg being consumed).

1cup granulated sugar
1cup powdered sugar
1cup butter or margarine, softened
3/4 cup vegetable oil
2 tablespoons milk
1 tablespoon vanilla
2 eggs
4 1/4 cups Gold Medal® all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup granulated sugar

1. In large bowl, beat 1 cup granulated sugar, the powdered sugar, butter, oil, milk, vanilla and eggs with electric mixer on medium speed, or mix with spoon. Stir in remaining ingredients except 1/4 cup granulated sugar. Cover; refrigerate about 2 hours or until firm. (The waiting is the worse part!)

2. Heat oven to 350°F. Place 1/4 cup granulated sugar in small bowl. Shape dough into 1 1/2-inch balls. Roll balls in sugar. On ungreased cookie sheet, place balls about 3 inches apart. Flatten to 1/4-inch thickness with bottom of glass. Sprinkle cookies with a little additional sugar.
3. Bake 13 to 15 minutes or until set and edges just begin to brown. Immediately remove from cookie sheet to cooling rack.

4. Make sure you share, or your mother may pull out a cure for Selfishness.

Recipe courtesy of Betty Crocker.

Love, Ruby Lavender

"Good garden of peas!"

Ruby is a barefoot tomboy with a hankering for mischeif and a love for chickens. She and her grandma, Miss Eula, live in the sleepy town of Halleluia, Mississippi, where everyone knows each others' business and nothing exciting ever happens. When Miss Eula leaves for Hawaii, Ruby's world turns upside down. Ruby is left to fend for herself against the horrible Melba Jane and to raise two baby chicks on her very own. I loved reading the hilarious letters Ruby and Miss Eula write back and forth to each other and found myself yearning to live in Halleluia by the end of the book. If you find yourself speaking Ruby-lingo with a Southern accent, wearing overalls all day/every day, and plotting ways to steal chickens DO NOT FEAR. It happens to everyone who reads this.

Recipe to Read By:

Ruby's mom's Zucchini Bread (makes 2 loaves)

3 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3 cups sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
4 eggs, beaten
1/3 cup water
2 cups grated zucchini
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1 cup chopped walnuts or pecans

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large bowl, combine flour, salt, nutmeg, baking soda, cinnamon and sugar. In a separate bowl, combine oil, eggs, water, zucchini and lemon juice. Mix wet ingredients into dry, add nuts and fold in. Bake in 2 standard loaf pans, sprayed with nonstick spray, for 1 hour, or until a tester comes out clean.

Ruby's notes: Don't get any notions about sharing one of the loaves. They are GOOD and you'll eat 'em up quicker than you can say Halleluia, Mississippi. (For those of you priss-pants picky eaters: you can't taste the zucchini--I promise! Just eat it and quit your foolin'!)

*Recipe courtesy of Ruby's mom (who got it from Paula Deen of the Food Network--shhh, don't tell!)

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Two Thumbs Up for MBS

"Are you a gifted child looking for special opportunities?"

The results are in: fourth graders love The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart. And what's not to love? The four main characters are wonderfully unique and likeable, there are countless opportunities to solve mind-bending puzzles, and the non-stop adventure keeps your fingers turning page after page after page. The plot revolves around four "gifted" children who are brought together through a series of strange tests given by Mr. Benedict. We immediately took to Reynie, the main protagonist, who is a problem solver by nature and reluctant leader of the MBS. The other characters include Sticky Washington (don't call him by his real name--George!) the human encyclopedia, Kate Wetherill, the acrobatic daredevil, and Constance Contraire, the tiny klutz with a sour attitude. Mr. Benedict has gathered the children together to help him with a top secret dangerous mission. The four of them must work together to foil a treacherous villian from sending messages through the minds of innocent people. My students loved solving the puzzles along with the characters and even learned Morse Code! Although the 512 pages look intimidating, we devoured this book in record time and were pleased to learn of a sequel, The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey.
Recipe to Read By: Snickerdoodles
Mystery stories call for a recipe with a mysterious past. No one knows where the name “snickerdoodle” comes from and even the origin of the cookie is shrouded in mystery, but what isn’t mysterious is where all the cookies go when you make this delicious recipe.
1 cup shortening
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons white sugar
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
2. In a medium bowl, cream together the shortening and 1 1/2 cups sugar. Stir in the eggs. Sift together the flour, baking soda, cream of tartar, and salt; stir into the creamed mixture until well blended. In a small bowl, stir together the 2 tablespoons of sugar, and the cinnamon. Roll dough into walnut sized balls, then roll the balls in the cinnamon-sugar. Place them onto an unprepared cookie sheet, two inches apart.
3. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Edges should be slightly brown.
Remove from sheets to cool on wire racks.
4. Eat under the covers with a flashlight and a copy of The Mysterious Benedict Society.
*Recipe courtesy of