Monday, 28 December 2015
Lemon and honey is a great drink for sore throats. Just add lemon juice and honey to boiling water and sip slowly, savour the flavour and breathe in the steam to clear the airways.
Go a step further by grating fresh ginger and putting it in boiling water for ten minutes then straining through a sieve. Add lemon juice and honey to taste. Go easy on the ginger though as it can irritate the bladder if taken in excess.
Saturday, 26 December 2015
Everyone has their own favourite recipe for chocolate log. Unlike traditional Christmas cake which is made a month in advance and keeps well into the New Year, Chocolate log has to be made and eaten in a day or two.
My sister-in-law buys a French version every year which is made with chestnut cream and is delicious but here is my recipe which is more child-friendly.
A Chocolate Log for Boxing day
For the sponge
100g icing sugar, sifted
4 teaspoons of rum60g self raising flour
icing sugar for dusting
butter for greasing
Grease and line a 35 x 25 cms baking tin
Set the oven to 220
Warm a mixing bowl with hot water and then dry.
Sift in the icing sugar and eggs, stir to blend and then whisk for about 5 - 10 minutes until the mixture looks like meringue. Add the rum while whisking.
Fold in the flour very gently but thoroughly.
Pour into the tin and bake for about 7 - 10 minutes until risen, test it is cooked through and then remove from the oven.
Carefully loosen the sides and peel off the greaseproof paper used for cooking and then turn onto a clean piece of greaseproof paper dusted with icing sugar.
Roll the log up tightly and leave to one side to cool completely before filling and coating with the chocolate butter cream icing.
For the filling
100g butter at room temperature.
125g cocoa powder
2 tbps fresh cream
Beat together all the ingredients until very light and fluffy.
Unroll the log and cover one side with a thin layer of the butter cream, or if preferred with whipped cream. Roll up again and cover the top and sides with the chocolate icing. using a fork make a pattern to resemble the bark of a log. Put in the fridge until ready to serve.
Happy St Stephen's Day.
|Roll up tightly and let it cool|
|Dust with icing sugar when the butter cream is set|
|Taking its' place with the Christmas cake|
This is a marvellous year round recipe that comes into its' own at Christmas. Easily made with store cupboard ingredients and can be varied to taste so you can make it your own personal party recipe. Decorate with flair and present it with love, even people who don't care for fish will enjoy it spread on crusty bread and with a glass of fizz.
Store Cupboard Salmon Mousse
2 tins of salmon, drained and flaked
half a jar of good quality mayonnaise
tomato ketchup, to give a nice pink colour
lemon juice, Worcester sauce, salt and pepper to taste.
Puree the tinned salmon in a blender and add the mayonnaise and a few tablespoons of cream.
Add a squeeze of lemon, a dash of Worcester sauce and enough ketchup to give a nice pink colour without spoiling the flavour.
When you are happy with the flavour add the dissolved and prepared gelatine and mix thoroughly.
Pour into a jelly mould and leave to set.
keep in the fridge or freeze.
When ready to serve turn out onto an attractive serving dish and decorate with salad, tomatoes, olives, capers, lemon halves.
Hope you like it and it becomes one of your favourite party recipes too.
|Add the gelatine to the salmon mixture|
|Check the seasoning |
|Decorate as you please|
|Taking its' place on the buffet table|
Wednesday, 23 December 2015
Now where's my Christmas spirit gone?
I saw it somewhere here,
In the crate of red mulled wine
With all the festive beer,
I thought I'd sit and raise a glass
To friends scattered far and wide
Just think about them for awhile
And feel so good inside.
To all the people that I love
They brighten up my days
They fill my heart with endless joy
With all their caring ways.
It's funny how in Britain we often ask 'Who'd like a nice cup of tea?', not just a cup of tea, a nice cup of tea, because a cup of tea to be nice has to meet certain requirements;
not too dark, not too pale, not too hot and not too cold. When it is just perfect then it is ' a nice cup of tea', otherwise it is just a cup of tea. If the cup of tea isn't up to scratch the someone might describe it ' as wet and warm' which means it isn't a nice cup of tea at all, but is better than nothing.
We all have a favourite way of making tea. Some like the milk in first, some like a slice of lemon, some like three sugars and some like no sugar at all. It's always nice when someone remembers how you like your tea, it is a sign of caring.
Some people like tea in a mug and some insist on a porcelain cup.
It's the same with coffee. In Italian coffee bars they like to joke that once people just asked for coffee and that was that. Now you can have cappuccino, caffè macchiato, caffè ristretto, caffè lungo, caffè macchiato caldo, macchiatone, caffè in tazza grande,
caffè decaffeinato, orzo, caffè latte and on and on.
For me, coffee belongs in the morning and tea in the afternoon. Health advisers say you can have up to three cups of coffee a day, so that's one at breakfast to wake you up, one after lunch to aid digestion and one extra in case you meet a friend who utters those welcoming words, ' Shall we have a coffee together.
Tea and coffee and hot chocolate are all a great excuse to sit down with a friend and have a catch up.
My cupboard contains quite a lot of very attractive packets of herbal teas with labels that promise a whole range of things, happiness tea, adventure tea, female tea, exotic tea, peppermint tea, fennel tea and at the back from last year, Christmas tea.
So here it is my new mug with last year's herbal tea.
One thing is sure you don't need to ask 'who would like a nice cup of herbal tea because not much can go wrong with it!!
|A nice cup of herbal tea|
Friday, 18 December 2015
Here we are approaching the shortest day of the year and in need of sustenance to ward off the bugs of the season. How uncomfortable to you feel when the person sitting next to you at work or on the bus coughs and sneezes and then looks at you with a defiant expression telling you they have a fever but are bravely carrying on' Do you back away or nod and agree? Way back in the 18thc century doctors were advising the three Bs for anyone who was below par, Bed, Broth and Belly dancing, no that's not right whatever is the other B?
Here's a great recipe for this time of year. Double the quantities if you like and freeze some. You can serve it as it is the first day and then the next day add a jar of tomato passata and whizz in a blender and decorate with whipped cream, add a teaspoon of curry powder or paprika to ring the changes and serve with crusty bread or the cheese bites from yesterday.
A great recipe for vegetarians and diabetics.
2 onions, peeled and chopped
2 carrots, peeled and chopped
2 sticks of celery, washed and chopped finely
250g red lentils,
1 litre of stock
salt and pepper to taste
Gently cook the carrots, onions, celery in a little olive oil until soft.
Add the lentils and the stock and season to taste.
Bring to the boil and then simmer gently until the lentils are cooked, stirring occasionally.
You can serve the soup as it is straight away and then freeze the rest. If liked you can puree the soup and add the tomato passata to give it a better colour and vary the flavour, decorate with a swirl of cream.
Delicious with crusty bread.
Thursday, 17 December 2015
This post was going to be titled, 'Kids in the kitchen making Krispy Krinkles for Christmas, but it sounded silly.
Small children love making things,stirring, squashing and whisking things together, it's good for them. Some say that using your hands to do things like gardening, making sandcastles, cooking, is good for your very soul. So what nicer way to spend a winter afternoon than making something with small children.
These cheesy bites or Christmas krinkles or whatever name your children want to give them are perfect. You only have to help them by melting the butter and putting the tray of bites into the oven. Then make them to wait until they get cold and they can offer them round, much nicer than opening a packet of crisps, the house is filled with an inviting aroma, the children feel special, so put on some happy music and mix and stir together.
115g grated cheese
115g melted butter
60g Rice Krispies.
Stir the ingredients together with a wooden spoon in a large bowl. Squash the mixture together and using a teaspoon place on greaseproof paper. Bake in the oven at 160 for about 15 minutes. If you would like to make them more grown-up then you can sprinkle them with paprika and serve with Worcester sauce.
|Ready for the oven|
Monday, 14 December 2015
My heart always gives a leap when I catch a glimpse of the new moon, a sliver that appears shyly near the evening star. At this time of year the moon joins the decorations in the town, but the lights strung across the streets of the town only give pleasure to the people walking along. The moon is there for everyone.
My poem for the day is by Walter de la Mare, about the moon
Slowly, silently now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon,
this way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep,
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
|I see the moon and the moon sees me...|
Here's a recipe from a Polish friend of mine. You might say well it's only apples and carrots, but they are served in a Polish way and brighten up any meal or snack.
Apple and Carrot saladServes 2 -4
2 Granny Smith apples
juice of half a lemon
salt and pepper to taste
Squeeze the juice of half a lemon and put in a large salad bowl. Add olive oil, salt and pepper and a pinch of mustard to taste, mix gently.
Add the grated carrot and apple and mix carefully.
Serve with walnuts and an extra sprinkling of black pepper.
Lemons are a great ally in the kitchen. they stop things like apples from going brown and anything that goes brown is bad for you. So by putting in the lemon juice before you grate the apple your salad you stop it from going brown.
Buon appetite or Smacznego as they say in Poland
|Three lovely colours|
|Simple but special|
Sunday, 13 December 2015
My niece is a psychologist and did a course on Mindfulness. She told us to pop a frozen raspberry in our mouths and concentrate on all the sensations this brought about. Mindfulness is all about living in the moment, appreciating what is happening to you in the here and now, being aware of every sensation.
My dessert recipe for today is great for this. It's all about hot and cold and the magical effects of pouring hot chocolate on frozen berries.
I bet you can't wait to try it now so here goes.
Festive Frozen Berries
one packet of frozen berries, no need to defrost, in fact you mustn't.
one full glass of double cream
one bar of white chocolate
Spoon some of the frozen berries into a pretty glass dish
Heat the cream and chocolate very gently together in a saucepan. Don't let it boil.
Pour the chocolate cream into a jug and let everyone help themselves. Pouring the warm cream mixture over the frozen berries will make it turn into a fudge sauce.
If liked sprinkle with toasted oatmeal or almonds or some fresh raspberries, and don't forget to pop a frozen raspberry into your mouth while you are preparing the sauce and try a little mindfulness.
This dessert is excellent after a simple meal of salad or potatoes in their jackets and cold meat. Whip it up quickly just as everyone is looking around for something else with a sort of disappointed expression. Guaranteed some instant festive cheer.
|Pop a frozen raspberry in your mouth and think about it|
|Just three ingredients to make a delicious dessert|
|A simple dessert full of goodwill|
The first time that I thought of myself as ordinary I was about nine years old. No big blue eyes or curly blond hair for me. Brown hair, brown eyes, no outstanding features, an ordinary face, average height and weight. I clearly remember looking in the mirror and thinking, 'Well that's it, that's what you've got, can't do anything about it so no point in thinking about it.' I didn't mind at all, just got on with the business of playing with my brother and my cousins and happily growing up. I didn't look at myself in a mirror for another ten years and that was to put in my contact lenses, that was when I saw my face properly, it still looked ordinary and I still didn't mind at all.
The only remarkable thing about me as I was growing up was when we did an experiment in Chemistry at school and I was chosen to spit in a test tube then add a few chemicals and see what happened. My spit combined with the chemicals turned a beautiful ruby red and the teacher held it aloft for all to see and told them this was the most extraordinary result he had ever seen. I had something extraordinary after all, my spit.
Ordinary people though still want to look for the extraordinary in life, still want to put some magic into their everyday existence and that is what this blog is trying to achieve.
Monday, 30 November 2015
The River Esk flows all the way into Whitby alongside the railway, so you witness the river's joyful arrival. The bubbling waters become more stately and the gulls swoop and glide calling out in welcome as the river widens and then majestically joins the sea.
You can see at once how hard the river has worked to create a steep sided valley and on the top of the far side are the magnificent ruins of Whitby abbey, a Benedictine abbey founded in 651 AD. Whitby was called Streonshalh (Streanæshalch), then, and it was in those days (664 AD) that an important synod took place there, when that King Oswiu of Northumbria ruled that his kingdom would calculate Easter and observe the monastic tonsure according to the customs of Rome, rather than the customs practised by Irish monks at Iona.
As you step outside the station you feel ten years old again. It is like entering a child's story book. Dotted about on the water there is an amazing variety of sea craft. Rowing boats, tug boats, pirate ships, fishing boats, all jostling for attention and inviting you to take a trip around the bay.
Anyone who grew up before the arrival of package holidays will feel they have stepped back in time as all around are the well-loved attractions of an English sea side resort, amusement arcades with their lights flashing and enticing you to get rid of your spare cash, fortune tellers inviting you to sort your life out, sticks of rock in old fashioned sweet shops to take home for friends, tea rooms, souvenir shops, lovely cottages to rent, beaches to romp on when the tide is out, and all the time the swooping and the calling of the gulls.
We crossed the swing bridge enthralled by all the activity of the boats on the estuary below and on through pretty, narrow streets towards the steps that lead up to the abbey.
It's then that you start to wish you were hungry and hadn't had so much breakfast because here they make the very best fish and chips in the world . Relish in the sight of everyone sitting in the sun, holding their fish and chips parcels with reverence, licking the salt off their fingers, their faces with a blissful expression.
Simple pleasures are so precious, fish and chips in the sun by the sea in Whitby.
Hold on though maybe we can fit in a cup of coffee and a scone, and maybe jam and cream too. Then we can discuss whether it is better to put on the jam or the cream first and we have to have two so we can decide...
Luckily we are about to embark on a climb up to the abbey to work off the scones.
There are one hundred and ninety-nine steps and you might hear the swish of a long Victorian gentlewoman's skirt, or the heavy stomp of a Norman soldier as you pant your way to the top. Here the view is breathtaking. Fill your lungs with the sea air and scan the horizon.
|The view as you start to climb the 199 steps|
Even on a sunny day it is not hard to imagine that Bram Stoker found his inspiration for his novel 'Dracula' here. This is where he is meant to have met Lucy. For the brave there are spooky tours and Dracula walks.
After exploring the abbey ruins it is time to walk back down away from the wind.
On the other side of the town, across the estuary of the River Esk, is a monument to Captain James Cook. He was born in Middlesborough in 1728 and when he was 17 he went to Whitby to join the Navy.
In 1769 Capt.Cook was chosen as commander of the ship HMS Endeavour and sent to observe the planet Venus pass in front of the sun in the southern hemisphere in Tahiti. He then went on to discover New South Wales. Around the foot of the monument is an inscription from the people of Australia thanking him for founding their nation.
Near Captain Cook's monument are two enormous whale rib bones because Whitby used to be a whaling station.
Whitby isn't very big, you can walk around it quite easily but the depth and variety of its' history is astounding. Dracula, the discovery of Australia, Whitby abbey, Celts, Anglo Saxons, Normans, have all trod here. Oh yes and Lewis Carroll found inspiration here to write 'The Walrus and the Carpenter'. There is a feeling of past, present and future, of people enjoying life and loving their town and happy to live here.
There are many shops selling jewellery made from jet, which is similar to coal but much harder and can be made into shiny stones and beads. Crystals and minerals have been used for healing and protection from primitive times, the Romans used them extensively and believed in their properties.
The jet in Whitby might not seem very appealing, being black and among all the spooky stuff about Dracula and Halloween but it is considered to be a stone of protection that carries wonderful healing properties. Carry some jet around in your pocket to ward off negativity and protect you.
Certainly after our day in Whitby I felt very positive and renewed, maybe it was the sea air, the wonderful friends, the momentary glimpse into the intriguing history of this lovely sea side town, the scones and cream and maybe all the minerals in the earth do radiate positive energy too.
|The estuary of the River Esk and the coastline|
|The Victorian development of Whitby|
|The view of the abbey from the Capt. Cook monument|
Friday, 27 November 2015
When I saw a recipe for Snowman biscuits I couldn't wait to make them with my grandchildren. They are such a delight wearing their aprons, rolling away with their rolling pins with intense expressions on their faces. So off I went to buy the ingredients., and a great time was had by all. Just the thing to keep the little ones busy on a winter's afternoon.
For the biscuits
130g butter, cut into pieces
pinch of salt
1 egg and 2 egg yolks, lightly beaten.
Heat the oven to 180
Rub the butter into the flour.
Stir in the sugar and add the egg mixture to bind.
Form a ball and put it into the fridge for 15 minutes, covered with clingfilm.
Roll the dough out and cut out about twelve rounds.
Bake in the oven for 15 minutes and cool on a wire tray.
For the snowmen
smarties or m and ms
icing made with white icing sugar and water to a spreading consistency.
Put the cooled biscuits on a plate and spread with a little of the icing.. Place a marshmallow on the top. Add the smarties as buttons and then draw in eyes and arms with a tube of chocolate icing.
The decorating can be done entirely by the children, it's amazing how a two year old can colour coordinate.
|Ready to go in the oven|
|Everything ready to make the snowmen|
|Let the biscuits cool before topping with icing|
|One is ready|
|Snowman family, yum|
Thursday, 26 November 2015
Last month we went to stay with friends in Yorkshire.
My visions of Yorkshire always seemed to be a cross between Postman Pat and Wuthering Heights.
I knew about the War of the Roses and that it's the biggest county in England and I knew my friends deeply loved their home county. I also knew that they had taken some friends on a David Hockney Tour of Yorkshire to see the landmarks made famous in his paintings. I knew they loved going to Scarborough to see plays by Alan Aykeborne, to Harrogate, to Ripon where Lewis Carroll sat in a church where rabbits were carved into the pews and found his inspiration for 'Alice in Wonderland'.
I was totally unprepared for the incredible beauty of this amazing county, for the sights that nature has gifted to the area, for the interesting and fascinating history that is all around. You are treading in the footsteps of kings, of warriors, of Vikings, Romans of great industrialists, of miners. Stories from long ago are whispered on the wind. the past, present and future are beside you all the time.
My friend had often told me of the wonderful traditions she upholds, Christmas shopping in Whitby, train rides over the moors on New Year's Day, coffee and cakes in Betty's teashop, walking along the Cleveland way, day trips to the sea, to the dales, to Castle Howard. Such were the powers of her description that part of me felt as though I'd already been there and joined in all the fun. She had been a District Nurse in the dales and in the industrial towns. She had experienced life through the eyes of Yorkshire farmers and of people on the margins of society. She has loved and cared for them all.
When my friend asked what we'd like to see in Yorkshire I asked her if we could go on the steam train that she had talked about so much and could we go to the sea. I love going to the sea, it's always magical for me. Little did I know that this journey was going to be one of the most magical of all.
We drove over the moors to the little village station. We were told that we had just missed the purple heather, that it was a spectacle to behold in August and September, but the moors looked powerful and majestic all the same.
At the little station we seemed to enter a parallel world. The station was like the one used in Harry Potter, the Hogwart's express could have arrived any minute. the waiting room and the little shop seemed unchanged since Stephenson had invented his steam engine. grown men became boy's again as they posed in front of the engines.
We set off on the train and stopped almost immediately on a little bridge. I looked down into a beautiful, sparkling stream and saw a salmon leap. Could it be so? I thought they only did that in Ireland and Scotland. Our friends told us that we were looking at the River Esk, I put that in a part of my brain for crossword puzzles that ask for a river with three letters. They said that indeed salmon do leap about in the River Esk, so do trout and Freshwater pearl mussels.
Believe me, going along by train in the valley of the River Esk is like entering a magical kingdom. You almost expect to see fairies and elves popping up.
The River Esk rises at the Esklets on Westerdale Moor in the North Yorkshire Moors and flows through Westerdale. It flows through a narrow steep sided valley with the intriguing name of Crunkly Glyhll and then runs east through the valley Eskdale and into the North Sea at Whitby. Not even Tolkien could find nicer names than these.
You can have coffee and tea on the train, and look out of the window and breathe in the charm and fascination of the places you pass. Some of the place names have unexpected pronunciation, Ruswarp is Russop, and Sleights rhymes with heights.
All the time you are aware of how people appreciate and enjoy this beautiful county, young people in canoes, older people walking along the footpath that runs parallel to the railway line, the families in the train glued to the window, the volunteers that collect the tickets just for the sheer pleasure of admiring their home county. All this and we haven't even got to Whitby yet.
Sunday, 22 November 2015
All parents listening to this lovely song by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young will have their own ideas on what they should be teaching their children. Families are all different or as my dad used to say, 'all families are odd.' What is acceptable to one family may be sacrilege to another. While listening to this song though you will realize that one thing is certain that a family is the most likely place to find unconditional love. When you don't have parents any more you know you have lost the people who will love you no matter what.
Saturday, 21 November 2015
My dad was great at surprising us all with a special treat. A box of chocolates and flowers for my mum, one of those much derided fake leather covers for our weekly copy of the Radio Times, a frilly tissue box holder, a parrot. Well you get the idea, he was a very interesting and exceptionally fun dad, one of a kind.
One day he brought home two Lps for my brother and me. One was by Billy J.Kramer and the Dakotas. My brother being older got to have first choice and he made a grab for that.
We both loved stacking up our vinyl records on our record player and bopping around the living room. We'd spin each other round in our revolving armchair to see who felt sick first, we'd perform our version of 'the waggle bottom dance', exaggerating the swaying hip movements of the girls in their tight pencil skirts, causing my mum to raise her eyebrows and roll her eyes.
So on went Billy J.Kramer and off we went round and round, shaking ourselves about and ending up in a heap of giggles.
The other Lp that my dad brought home that day was by an umknown band, called 'The Beatle'. That was mine, the one with the cover where they're all dressed in black, I've still got it and I know the songs by heart.
This track, 'Do you want to know a secret,' was written by Lennon-McCartney, but Billy J.Kramer was more famous than them at the time. Now put your hands up who has heard of Bill J.Kramer? Just goes to show, doesn't it?
Some of you reading this might want to know about the parrot or the Radio Times cover or the tissue box thing, and a whole lot more besides, or not. I'm going to tell you later.
Have a great Saturday and enjoy Billy J.Kramer, a real oldies but goldies.
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
It's always a nice feeling to come home on a cold winter's evening and just have to heat up something you have already made like a stew or a minestrone.
Here is a recipe for a really nutritious soup, ideal for vegetarians that can be made in advance and will keep, covered, in the fridge for two to three days.
Cannellini Bean Soup
I white onion, chopped
2 sticks of celery, chopped
2 450g tins of cannellini beans, rinsed and drained
500ml of vegetable stock
celery leaves to decorate
croutons to serve
Cook the chopped onions and chopped celery in some olive oil, very slowly over a low heat fro about 15 minutes. Make sure they don't go brown or the finished soup will have an unattractive colour.
Add the cannellini beans and the stock and simmer gently for about 5 minutes.
Puree with a hand blender . Add the parsley and whizz again. This will give a speckled appearance and make it look nicer.
Check the seasoning.
Serve with croutons and decorate with some of the celery leaves.
If making the soup in advance do not add the parsley until ready to serve.
In the language of flowers the rose is the one that represents love. To be given a red rose is a sure sign that someone is interested in you. What can be more romantic than that ?
Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967) didn't seem to e so impressed by being given a single rose though in her poem.
One Perfect Rose
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet,
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the flowers;
'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet.
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
Roses are arguably the most popular of flowers exalted for their scent and beauty. The red rose is the symbol of love and what woman doesn't go weak at the knees when presented with a red rose from her companion.
Roses have been movingly portrayed in paintings and literature for centuries.
From Shakespeare writing in Romeo and Juliet
'What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet' there are hundreds of quotations from which to choose.
Here are a few of my favourites
Won't you come into the garden?
I would like my rose to meet you.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
On Richmond Hill there lived a lass
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose smiles all other maids surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
The lily has an air,
And the snowdrop a grace,
And the sweet pea a way,
And the heart's ease a face, -
Yet there's nothing like the rose
When she blows.
Christina G. Rossetti
Rose trees either side the door were
Growing lithe and growing tall,
Each one set a summer warder
For the keeping of the hall, -
With a red rose and a white rose
Leaning, nodding at the wall.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Tuesday, 17 November 2015
Children are often told to learn a poem off by heart for homework. It is good for us to memorize poems and it is easier if they have a certain bounce to them and every so often they rhyme. Here is a lovely one from Percy Bysshe Shelley that contains lots of my favourite words, sunlight, love, flower, kiss, sweet, emotion, moonbeams, mingle, fountains, rivers, oceans, sea.
The fountains mingle with the river
And the river with the Ocean.
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion.
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother,
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me'
Get with the beat, put rhythm in your life
Monday, 16 November 2015
When it rains look for a rainbow. When it is dark look for the stars.
So on a dull November day make sure you put colour on your plate. We are always being advised to eat at least three portions of vegetables and two portions of fruit every day. they have to be as varied as possible and all different. No point in eating two bananas, that would still only be one portion.
Today I made Roasted red pepper soup and spinach pie, so managed to have green, red, orange and white. Only purple was missing. just the thing to brighten up the day and sure enough the sun came out.
Roasted Red Pepper soup and Spinach Pie
2 carrots, chopped
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves of garlic, chopped
1 tin of tomatoes or passata
salt and pepper
Wash the peppers and then cut them into quarters removing the white bits. Put them in a roasting pan and bake in a hot oven 180 for about ten minutes until the skin comes away.
Transfer them to a dish and cover with cling film to make it easier to remove the skins and then chop them. A friend of mine from the south of Italy wraps them in newspaper to make it easier to take off the skins.
Put the pastry base into the hot oven to dry it out while you prepare the filling.
Cook and drain the spinach then mix with two eggs and beat well. Add any cheese you have on hand and season well with salt and pepper and nutmeg.
Bake in the oven for 25 minutes and then sprinkle with pine nuts and put I t back in the oven for another ten minutes.
Meanwhile put the carrots, onion and garlic in a saucepan and cover with water, about one litre. Bring to the boil and season with a stock cube or salt and pepper. Add the tomatoes and cook until the carrots are soft. Add the roasted peppers and whizz with a hand held blender. Check the seasoning and sprinkle with basil.
If liked you can add cream to serve.
Listen to Donovan sing about colours while you are cooking.
Friday, 13 November 2015
Like Spring, Autumn days are alive with vibrant colour. In Spring the blossom gives the promise of the wonderful fruits to follow, apples, cherries, peaches and apricots. In Autumn the fruit is there among the leaves that are gradually changing colour, apples, grapes, berries.
What joy it was as a child to go on a Nature walk from Primary school into the nearby wood on an Autumn day. There we would find hidden treasures to be carefully collected, taken back to school and displayed on a table, rose hips, conkers, chestnuts, hazelnuts and leaves with stunning colours.
Being close to nature is good for us, and we must make time to smell the leaves, admire the colours of the trees, walk in woods, along beaches, up hills. Then we feel the intensity and aliveness of nature. Fill your lungs with clean air, feast you eyes on rich foliage, stunning panoramas from the top of a hill, feel the leaves scrunch under your feet, bite into crunchy apples, pick berries with jewel like colours, store away walnuts and hazelnuts, whatever you can find.
Here are my photos from an inspirational Autumn day, hope you enjoy them.
|The hills are alive ... a beautiful view from The Ridgeway|