Cinnamon, Ginger and Cumin

Today I replaced my herbs and spices.
It is a very meditative thing to do:
writing labels, washing jars,
moving spices from one jar to the next.
I remember, as I do every year,
how much I like caraway seed cake,
juniper berries for venison casserole,
cloves for a Christmas pomander.
Fines herbes from the French market
are still fresh and so is saffron
that MissM brought back from Dubai
but I need more paprika and turmeric,
bay leaves, rosemary and nutmeg.
I have done this all my married life,
aromas of cinnamon, ginger and cumin
fill the kitchen and I am soothed.

MasterM, Chip off the Old Block

MrsM finds the following letter

Dear MrM and MrsM

Unfortunately on Wednesday MasterM was involved in an incident where he made plastic pellets in the Design Technology lesson which are capable of being fired by a rubber band. The situation has been dealt with within school but there may still be a number of pellets at home, and if so, could you please ensure that MasterM returns them to me.

Yours sincerely
Hapless Design Technology Teacher

MrsM had forgotten about this 'incident' and shows the letter to MrM who blushes.

MrM
"I may not have mentioned this at the time but when I was the same age as MasterM the Art teacher left us unsupervised for a while. My friend, who was a farmer's son, suggested that we make clay pigeons and we set to diligently. We probably would have got away with it but then we decided to test the clay pigeons by throwing them at the wall. By the time the teacher returned there was wet grey clay everywhere so we had to spend the rest of the lesson washing the wall."

MrsM looks suitably shocked.

St. Jude's Day Storm

Stormy sea with blazing wreck (1835-40)

"Winds from fiery holes in heaven
Piled the hills darkening around them
To awe them..."

Ted Hughes

Stormy sea with blazing wreck (1835-40)

All night we listened
to the powerful storm wind
battering our house walls,
and marvelled at the courage
of the lifeboat off Newhaven
fighting the violence of the waves.

Steam boat off a harbour's mouth making signals
in shallow water and going by the lead (1842)

We were tucked up snug
in our warm little house
with candles flickering by choice.
So much to be grateful for.

Shore scene with waves and breakwater

Turner understood the grandeur of the storm
the vulnerability of those trapped by the sea,
and the quiet of the day after.

The morning after the deluge (1843)

Nothing has changed.

*****

All paintings by J M W Turner RA (1775 - 1851)

winter rose

I found it this afternoon,
sheltered by the apple tree,
a pink cushion of rose,
unexpected summer.

Now it is laid carefully
onto white linen,
clove fragrance seeping
into the warm kitchen.

I would not have it back,
that summer, but I am glad
of the fragrance sweetening
the first day of winter.

beyond the (purple) door

Pinterest is a strange place. I find it very absorbing but I think it uses the part of my brain formerly occupied by stamp collecting. It gives me great satisfaction to bring together a disparate selection of images into a coherent theme. My favourite board based on the colour Purple and includes a glass door knob, aubergines and sheet music - it is a curated gallery rather than an inspiration board.

There is so much to think about in Pinterest Land...

1.
If Americans call prawns shrimp, what do they call shrimp?

2.
What is arugula? And chimichurri?

3.
Strawberry Cream Cheese Popovers.
Just NO.

4.
Will Pinterest change my photographic style?
Expect more sunsets.

5.
Somewhere in the world
there is a door of every conceivable colour.
Or is it the magic of Photoshop?

6.
I have a weakness for pictures of puppies
which I am trying to manage without medication.

7.
If the most successful food photography looks inedible
why is it so appealing?

8.
Dear marketing manager of the refuse disposal company
I salute you for your innovative use of social media
but I think you are mistaken.

9.
Does Mary Oliver get commission?

10.
I feel a collection of knitting pattern swatches
coming upon me. I'm resisting.

11.
Enough of Halloween already.

12.
"How to Defibrillate Dying Kale?
Why?

On the other hand I bought those Victorian silver earrings from Grays Antiques after seeing them on Pinterest.

It's not all puppies and popovers.

a perfect day for tea

We have known each other forever. I was introduced to Sue by the midwife at antenatal classes, Helen moved in next door not long afterwards, I shared a school run with Jane and met Caroline through postnatal classes. In the intervening years our children have gone to different schools, Caroline has been abroad and family commitments and jobs have got in the way of spending together. Today we met for tea to celebrate all sorts of things - new jobs, house moves, plans for early retirement, holidays. Sitting by the fire, listening to the laughter, it seemed like a miracle to me that our friendship has survived the lean periods when we have been too busy to see each other and I was so grateful for these wonderful, enterprising, funny women that I am fortunate enough to have as friends.

heartsease

All summer long the back garden catches the sun
We sit under the cherry tree, grateful for shade.

Now the days are shorter, sunlight is precious
and the table has been moved back to the patio.

I was planting pots and window boxes today.
Tiny gardens which give me much pleasure.

The pots in the back garden are pale blue and white,
reflecting light from the house at night.

In the front garden the window box is bright yellow,
a burst of sunshine for dark winter days.

Supper will be late...

MrM is stuck in a traffic jam
so there is time to play with the camera.

blackbird wanted to see more of my kitchen.
There's not much to show...
it's very small.

I'm crazy about mushrooms this year
check out these Portabellini!

Yes - I know that it looks tidy.
I cleared up before I took the photo.
Obviously.

Delicious cabbage!
There is a ban on kale
after a recent disaster.
Let's move swiftly on.

Woahhh - a spaghetti spoon!
Where did that come from?
Did MissM leave it there?

Mashed potato.
It's smoooooth
and floaty-light.

And lo - sausages in red wine
with thyme and mushrooms
just in time for MrM.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The Iron Age

The Ironing Maid
Thomas Harrington Wilson

You might think that
with so much time at my disposal
the ironing basket would be empty.
You would be wrong.

Turns out I have an attitude problem.

I am trying to address this
by downloading audiobooks.
28 hours of Anthony Trollope
seems suitable punishment .

flowers in the rain

On Saturday afternoon
we walked around the corner
and found shoes with flowers.

There was a desk too,
and a wind-up gramophone
playing inexplicably awful music.

What did it symbolise?
I have no idea
but it made me smile.

I hope that you too find
something unexpected today
to make you smile.