Friday Links

Waterloo links. Look I know that there is a lot of other stuff going on in the world this week. However, I’ve always been interested in this stuff and it is perfectly possible to think that Napoleon was a heel and still be in favour of the EU…

Europe has much to learn from Waterloo. True.

The Empire of Drinks on Waterloo.

The Telegraph had ‘live’ updates of Waterloo yesterday. For those of you who don’t have a mother to text you the progress of the battle!

How the Battle of Waterloo became a play. At Astley’s no less..

Other stuff

Advice from the past.

Wedding season is a time of crimes against food

 

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The Cough of Doom

My immune system must be in actual bits because I’ve caught something (again) and all I’ve done over the last couple of days is cough and cough and cough and cough….IMG_2807It’s not been a fun and happy time, I carry my inhaler around like a two year old does a teddy because the with the cough comes wheezing and I’ve become the master of the late night shower because when it’s 3am and you can’t stop coughing, the logic is that the steam from a shower might help and it sort of does. This last week has re-enforced my real and abiding love of the World Service, which is what R4 flips to after 1pm, except when it does this weird thing of broadcasting childrens and schools programming in the early hours of the morning. Nothing like a round of Zingzillas at 2am to make you think you’re hallucinating.

On Monday, the Doctor gave me a steroid nasal spray and it seems to be kicking in, the cough hasn’t been quite as bad today, although my voice is getting more and more husky as the day progresses. I don’t sound at all alluring more like a dying toad!

I mostly just want to sleep and you never know tonight I might manage more than three hours…

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Not Kedgeree

Even when I cook alone, I never really cook in isolation. Everything that I cook has it’s roots in other food I’ve eaten, people that have cooked for me and people that I’ve cooked with.

This came about because I had food that I wanted to use up, a piece of frozen cod and some brown and wild rice. I took the inspiration from Kedgeree but without much of the fish and curry power.

The fish went in the oven for 25 minutes and I put the cup and half of the rice that was left in a jar in a pan with 3 cups of chicken stock. I had made the stock over the weekend so it was on hand but if you don’t have any, use a veg or chicken stock cube. IMG_3114I mashed up 2 cloves of garlic and took a small sliced red onion and gently fried them in about a tablespoon of olive oil for about 5 minutes, then I added a sliced up yellow pepper and three sliced mushrooms, seasoned with salt and pepper and cooked for another 5 minutes. I added about 4 lumps of frozen whole leaf spinach and covered the pan to let it defrost. I added 4 eggs in their shells to the rice and left them for 10 or so minutes, just to save having to use another pan!IMG_3115Once the spinach was cooked through, I broke up and added the cooked cod to pan and turned off the heat. By this point the rice had started to rise up around the eggs and some of the shells had started to show cracks so I took them out and peeled them.

When the rice had absorbed all the stock, I checked it was cooked (it was) and dumped it into the pan with onion, spinach, fish mixture and stirred it all together. I put the cut up eggs on top and that was dinner and some lunches.IMG_3116

 

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Sunday Music

Next Thursday is the 200th Anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo.

So….

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Friday Links

Happy Friday!  It’s been a busy week, I’m looking forward to slumping on the sofa tonight! Here is some stuff to read

‘Fat’ yoga. Proof that exercise is good for all body types

Miss Piggy is a feminist. I have always known this, Josephine and I have often used her as a role model!

Too poor to die. Actually too poor to be buried. The average funeral costs in London are £4,863. My joke about burying Ma in the council tip feels more and more truthful…

Every time someone I admire accepts an honour, something inside me dies….

Was Waterloo a German victory?

Simon Jenkins on Osborne, bankers and regulation.

How being poor effects your thinking 

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A Day in Food

I haven’t done one of these posts in ages but the godchildren are re-visiting their food project this summer and we were talking about it this week.

So this is what I cooked, ate and did yesterday.

I woke up ridiculously early at 4am, I know that I whine about my sleeping (and the lack of it) a lot but this week I’ve been wheezing a lot and I woke with a sore throat and a fit of coughing, which is completely unfair. I got up about 10 minutes later and made a honey and lemon and drank that and a pint of water. At about 5.30-ish, I accepted that I wasn’t going to go back to sleep and decided to make the Duke of Wellington my guide (When it is time to turn over, it is time to turn out) and made my coffee and jumped into the shower.

That done, I was ready for work lots of time to spare so I had breakfast at home and had scrambled eggs with a flatbread and the carrot that didn’t make it into my lunch box. Another pint of water and the rest of the coffee.IMG_3117Because of my early start I was in the office at 8.15am. As the computer fired up, I made a cup of peppermint tea and filled up my water bottle. I also ate the last chocolate biscuit from the packet on the treat table. In fairness, they were mine! They were a thank you for some work that I’d done and I put them straight on the table, this I only the third one I’d eaten and I needed the energy boost sugar rush..IMG_3118Mid-morning, I re-upped my tea and water and ate some grapes.IMG_3119There were also some american Opal Fruits (I refuse to call them Starbursts – they’re bloody Opal Fruits!) before I headed off to the gym for my Body Balance class.IMG_3120Lunch was caramelised onion dip based on this recipe from Cassie at Back to Her Roots (mine has more onions, less mayo) with flatbreads and carrots and a yellow pepper.IMG_3121Mid afternoon, I ate some cherries.IMG_3122And dinner was all the leftovers with some extra veg sauteed in a pan.IMG_3124And that was my day!

 

 

 

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Books I Live With: The ‘Katy Did’ books

I did read a lot when I was a child but generally it was an odd selection, I didn’t read the ‘Little House on the Prarie’ books but I did read Anne of Green Gables (and I read all eight of those and I’ll talk about them another time). When I was younger, I read the books that my mother gave me and there is a row of books in the bookcases now that used to be hers.

They weren’t expensive books, they weren’t improving books (I suppose that you could make a case for Great Expectations – given to my 10 year old mother for her birthday!), to me they were fascinating, because my mum had read them and some of them had inscriptions in that put me in touch with people that I had heard about but never met (my grandmother, Iris, for instance)

Three of those books were What Katy Did, What Katy Did at School and What Katy Did Next and I really loved those books. They just felt like a different world and although I can as an adult see the ‘message’ in them, Ma and I still talk about ‘Cousin Helen’ and being a gracious receiver, I didn’t really see it then. What did fascinate me was the food and the manners. Tinned oysters, the bathing issues that Katy had at school, what constituted good manners. What Katy Did, shows an out of control child in (by Victorian standards anyway) an out of control household. Katy has an accident and has to stay in bed, unable to walk and quite discontented about it. With the help of ‘Cousin Helen’ who will never walk (Katy will get better), Katy learns to become a nicer person and at the same time, takes the place of her deceased mother and in assuming that role everything is easier.

That there was way that young ladies should behave but at the same time these girls were expected to be independent too. Dr Carr worried that Katy is too responsible and grown up, sends Katy and Clover to the same school attended by her cousin Lily. Katy and Clover are more than a little shocked by school and Lily. If Katy is our model then Lily is what we don’t want to be. Lily is all affectation, she taps her folk on a glass to summon the waiter, she’s an airhead who isn’t a good sister and is far to interested in appearance and money.

Everyone always comes around to seeing Katy as better, in What Katy Did Next, she goes to Europe and manages awful seasickness, eats a English muffin and is disappointed (as well she might be, she should have had crumpets!), copes with her young charge catching fever and is generally lovely. She ends up married (of course) but not because she’s the prettiest but because she’s the nicest.

There were 2 more books, Clover and In the High Valley, which I didn’t read until I was older. They’re about Clover and Elsie, who get sent ‘out West’, to look after a convalescent brother, and I read those as well. For me, they don’t have the same charm as the first three but that’s more to do with when I read them but the themes are the same and they also are just like looking into another world.

I still reread them, I couldn’t be without them!

 

 

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Life Happened – Migraine, Theatre and Allotments

This week did not start well, it didn’t start badly but I had a migraine on Tuesday and there was a sense of things not being good, I didn’t get to the gym once because I felt so bad and just not good, like exercise would make me sick. I did manage to turn my mood around somewhat. On Thursday night I was at Kathy and Adam’s for tea and chat and being entertained by the Baxter babies. There were ballet outfits and books and two children who were very proud of their pajamas…

I took Friday off and achieved things, mostly I cleaned the floors, hands and knees job, it doesn’t look much cleaner but I know it is. I also (finally) got around to cleaning the oven and hoovering was done but not by me, which is always fantastic, as I hate all housework involving floors but hoovering most of all!

Friday night was spent at the theatre, The Beaux’ Stratagem. Very funny and the sky during the interval was beautiful. I live in the best city!IMG_3098I was up and out of the house by 8am on Saturday morning to shop and then to go and spend time on the allotments helping to clear the hedgerow. One of the members took this photo we found a well and a water butt, also lots of metal cans, bottles, and crisp packets. (Photo taken by Marien because I didn’t have my phone with me!)

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It was 3 hours of hard work, at 1pm we finished and as Christelle was coming over for a visit, I ran, walked as fast as my sore legs would allow home for a shower.

After lunch and a catch up, Christelle and I went for a walk. This was plonked in Walpole Park, no idea what, why or who!IMG_3100Home to eat cherriesIMG_3102Ma came over for dinner but first there was Plymouth Fruit CupIMG_3104Then dinnerIMG_3106On Sunday, Ma helped me sort out the drawers in the living room and some of the bedroom ones. Then she went home and I took a book back to the library. On Sundays, if I visit the library I try to walk the least direct route, it was a lovely walk and on the way back there was a banana ice lolly (because they are the best!)

I feel that the weekend really helped me re-focus ready for next week, it’s a busy week work wise but I need to get to Body Balance because when I’m stressed, it helps!

 

 

 

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Sunday Music

On Friday, I was home doing housework and this came on the radio and it was so pretty and just right..

 

 

 

 

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Friday Links

Happy Friday! 

John Crace on parliamentary reaction to the FIFA scandal.

for once his skills deserted him. On this form, any defendant he was prosecuting would be guaranteed an acquittal. He acted as if he had been given one of Harry Redknapp’s infamous team talks. “Just fucking run around a bit, son.”

Robert Fisk on Tony Blair’s resignation  and failure as Middle East peace envoy. I’m convinced that he’s going to put himself forward as a replacement for Sepp Blatter at FIFA!

Giles Fraser on Temple and the fallout from the Occupy protests at St Pauls. I really want to see that play and not only because SRB is in it but it’s at the Donmar aka the tiny theatre and tickets are predictably like gold-dust.

The insults of age.

The Tory housing policy with no redeeming features.

Charles Kennedy died this week. I once met him when I was doing A levels and he (along with Ken Livingstone) stayed and continued talking to us after the event we were at had finished. Based on that 10 minute encounter, I’ve always liked him and was sad when I heard about his struggles with alcohol and more recently when he lost his seat. Alistair Campbell wrote this about him, which is lovely.

Despite the occasional blip when the drink interfered, he was a terrific communicator and a fine orator. He spoke fluent human, because he had humanity in every vein and every cell. Above all, he was a doting dad of his son, whose loss is going to be greater than for any of us, and who will be reminded of his father every time he looks in the mirror and sees his red hair and cheeky smile coming back. And he was a very good friend. I just wish that we, his friends, had been able to help him more, and that he was still with us today, adding a bit of light to an increasingly gloomy political landscape.

Hadley Freeman on the British attitude to drinking. I’d actually seen her tweets about this and about the reaction to Charles Kennedy and part of me wants dismiss her as a ‘puritanical American’ but she has a point. With Charles Kennedy though, I think she’s missing the point, in him, we all recognised that it could so very easily be us, that just tipped over the edge and couldn’t get back up and it frightened the stuffing out of us. So people joked and laughed and maybe went along with his denial that he was an alcoholic but more that he just needed to ‘cut down’. It’s the same reason fat jokes are so popular, ‘there but for the grace of God’. My father claimed not to have a drink problem, he could go weeks without a drink but he could never stop at one. What can you do? Well you can tell them, you can offer support but in the end, they have to admit there’s a problem.

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