Sunday, July 30, 2017

Sunday 30th - The day before Lammas




It is Sunday and I should be writing about a walk. Fat chance! So I can only live in my memories about such things. Lots of red admirals flutter by the window along with cabbage white.  Remember how these butteflies or at least their caterpillars were the bane of gardeners, eating frilly holes in cabbages, etc.
Paul has just picked some roses and beans from the garden, a purple french climbing bean.  Lured the hens into their run with toast, and the sun flicks on and off amidst rain showers.  Peter came on Friday with the first tomatoes he has grown, small, not yet sweet, but welcome.  We chatted about the gardener who mows the churchyard, twenty years he has done that, before, two men used to scythe it down.  
Freshly picked runner beans, cooked, then some finely chopped onion fried to a gentle yellow colour, a couple of tomatoes fried down with the onion, and the beans added.  Reminds me of Sunday lunch which my grandfather always used to cook, a whole chicken gently stewed in a sea of butter, then peas and mushrooms added - delicious.  As I was topping and tailing the beans, remembered the tins of flageolot beans that would also appear but they don't come from french beans but haricot beans.  We had a runner bean cutter that would chop the beans into diagonals, a favourite Sunday chore. For lamb, which was always roasted on a bed of rice, we would pick  mint, chopped to get that delicious smell.

The cake


Matilda

I have also pre- ordered Macfarlane and Morris's book - The Lost  Words.  If you remember there was quite a fuss when the Children's Oxford Dictionary dropped some of the 'nature words' in their latest edition, and replaced them with the new computer age 'speak'.

Edit;  I notice we have a spammer on board, at least I think that what it is, several blogs have the same set of words.  Desist please ;) I will delete everytime.

11 comments:

  1. What a lovely cover that book has
    Lovely cake too!

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  2. URGENT something very odd happens when i click on your link bit - It goes to my old old blog Can you delete that link asap Thanks

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    1. Are you sure? my link takes me 'The Cottage at the End of the Lane' your current one Sue.

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    2. No I mean the link you have put in for the book. When I click I dont get the book info I get my blog!

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    3. Apologies, it went back to my blog as well, should be right now Sue.

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  3. I have a similar thing with multiple answers at present Thelma and like you I delete without reading.
    Remembering old recipes is such a lovely form of nostalgia isn't it - I often look back at the way my mother used to cook - good, old fashioned food but so nutritious.

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  4. It is a nuisance spamming but they go away after a time. Never click on them though! Yes I sailed off on food when I was writing, on a farm holiday remember the chicken being killed for Sunday lunch = not something you would see today!

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  5. Yes, I have a spammer, but not to bad. I am doing a lamb roast this evening as it was half-price and although it is mid-summer, we do love our lamb.

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  6. In England lamb is so expensive to buy, yet we seem surrounded by them in the fields, sadly I think a lot are exported to other lands.

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  7. The spammer is indeed making the rounds of a number of us who follow similar blogs. I have to wonder how anyone could find that an amusing past time!
    Its interesting how memories of meals/food are part of so much that we recall. Sunday dinners were the highlight of the week.

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  8. Hi Sharon, I think Sunday meals were seen as the point when everyone could eat together, busy working weeks have of course forced most of us to eat early evening, whereas come Sunday and you could eat lunchtime, not forgetting the roast, which would be stretched into further meals during the week.

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