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Breakfast, Two Love Poems and Bliss

I send love to all my Readers on this Valentine’s Day. May your day be full of grace, peace, love and fun. Our breakfast set the tone for the day.

French toast hearts with blueberries, creme fraiche and Maple syrup

I couldn’t choose today between these two favourites so an e e Cummings for you which have we both loved for the 52 and a bit years we have been together and one from Wendy Cope

I carry your heart

To My Husband by Wendy Cope

In face, today was a day I was not looking forward to as I was to go to St Michael’s Hospital for steroid injections in both ankles in a bid to wipe out the arthritic pain.  I could not have been better looked after by each member of staff I came across, cared for with grace, made to feel peaceful and sharing fun! It was strange to be in the operating theatre fully awake, but being so, I could enjoy, honestly, the banter and the care that I was receiving. Our NHS staff are remarkable. A special note of thanks to Amy. 🙂

It was not the most comfortable procedure but I have walked out in a state of bliss being completely pain free until the local anaesthetic wears off! I’ve walked up the hill in our little town and up and down stairs many times and cannot stop smiling! I have been told to make the best of the next few hours and to be prepared for some discomfort later but we will be able to enjoy our Valentine’s dinner.

Here are my feet, all prepped, just before I was taken down!

Blue suede shoes – not quite!

 

 

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My Dad, Marmalade and Welly Dog

The rain has been relentless today so, in honour of my Dad whose birthday it is today, we have made more Marmalade using the Seville Oranges I froze a week ago. Dad was the marmalade maker in our house as I was growing up so he is always with me in the kitchen at this time of year as we take advantage of the new crop of Sevilles as they come into the shops for their all-too-brief season. He is with me in the smells and the preparation, the chopping up and the boiling and in the delighted satisfaction with all the golden jars that will last us a year (with the rest made last week!) The two tiny jars are ‘Breakfast-in-bed’ jars!  There are more on the shelves from the last batch……

Jars and jars of the delicious stuff

A frozen orange with ice blobs

I mentioned the incessant  rain …. Welly Dog smiles in all weathers and I love him to bits though Muker, our copper Rook whom we bought in the village of that name in North Yorkshire many years ago, looks somewhat forlorn, though he too is much loved.

Welly dog and Muker through a rain-soaked window

 

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Shadows, Onion Skin and Flowers

At breakfast time this morning the low sun was bouncing from the dining room window into the kitchen and creating pretty shadows from the brass hanging handles of one of our cupboards.

Tree of life with shadows

Preparing onions for a Frittata this lunchtime, I liked how the skin was highlighted.

Veins on the onion skin

The lovely Mr S brought me some beautiful flowers yesterday, just because….

White flowers

 

 

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2018 in Beauty, Food, nature, Photography, Postaday2018

 

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Christmas Leftovers

A quiet day today, making Christmas Leftovers Soup, reading and resting. This year we had our locally grown, organic turkey boned and rolled and I asked the butcher for the bones and giblets from our bird and any others that he could spare. I was given the bits from three turkeys! I have made the most amazing stock from all these which has formed the base of our CL Soup, the best soup of the year! I have made several pints for later and also made four pots of delicious Turkey Liver Pate, one of which we had for lunch yesterday and the others are in the freezer along with the soup.

Candlelit dining

We have filled the dining room with candles for our festive dinners.

 

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Seaweed, Stuffing and Carols

The seaweed along the rope and its reflection in the harbour in Penzance pleased me yesterday.

This afternoon I have made a very pretty stuffing to go with tomorrow’s turkey, Sausage meat with Apple and Cranberries.

 I love getting on with preparations while listening to Carols from Kings on BBC Radio 4. It was something my Humanist Mum and Dad always did on Christmas Eve and I have done it for many , many years too. It is my time in the middle of all the busyness. I then put on the TV loudly in the sitting room and listen all over again while still busy and content in the kitchen.
Happy Christmas to all my readers. May your  days be filled with peace and love and joy.

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2017 in Beauty, Christmas, Food, Happiness

 

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Beautiful Brining, Secular Prayer and Gift Wrap

We have made the brining mixture for the turkey today so that when we collect it from the butcher tomorrow, it can go straight in for its twenty four hours soaking. It is a very pretty mixture.

Brining mix

The following poem by Carol Ann Duffy appeals to me as a Humanist. I especially love the radio’s prayer which reminds me of a seminal moment in a favourite novel, A Kestrel for a Knave by Barry Hines.

Prayer

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer –
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

Carol Ann Duffy

Parked just down the road from us is a gift wrapped car! I took the photos at night and they are not very clear but I hope you can get an idea. Every bit of the body, except the glass, is covered in wrapping paper!

 

Decorating, A Pie and A Poem

We’ve had a lovely day catching up, as we have been away, on decorating for Christmas, starting with the tree and later baking mince pies.

Our birch tree

My fairy near the top of the tree

Later I used the leftovers trimmings to top a pie for our supper.

Chicken and mushroom pie

A favourite poem popped into my head this afternoon – He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats. I have loved  it  for many years and I hope you like it too.

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 

 

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