30 September 2011
29 September 2011
28 September 2011
- Bag of frozen cod or frozen haddock pieces from Lidl or Aldi.
- Jug of milk
- Large handful of plain flour.
- Big knob of butter
- Some butter wrapper paper.
- Salt and pepper.
- Half a lemon.
- Some small broccoli florets.
- Couple of leaves plucked from a bay tree at midnight by a weeping orphan.
- Large handful of grated cheese - preferably strong cheese - if you have some blue cheese in the fridge grate some of that in with your strong Cheddar.
- Bread crumbs grated from any loaf you have handy.
- Silver foil.
- Drag large, shallow, ceramic, oven-proof casserole dish from back of kitchen cupboard and brush out the dust and dead spiders.
- Grease it with the butter paper.
- Arrange frozen fish in the dish and season with the salt and pepper.
- Squeeze lemon juice over the fish.
- Cook broccoli for a few minutes in your microwave and then arrange neatly around the pieces of fish.
- Make the cheese sauce. Melt butter in pan. Chuck in the flour and stir continuously till bubbling. Pour in the milk and continue to stir till you see the sauce thickening. Then chuck in most of your cheese and stir till integrated.
- When happy with your sauce pour it all over the fish and small broccoli florets.
- Greedily spoon up remaining sauce from your pan and eat when nobody else is looking.
- Sprinkle your breadcrumbs and remaining grated cheese over the saucy surface.
- Seal the shallow dish with foil and ram the thing in the top of your hot oven to cook for twenty five minutes.
- Remove the foil and give the surface chance to crisp up for ten minutes.
26 September 2011
25 September 2011
24 September 2011
23 September 2011
21 September 2011
20 September 2011
19 September 2011
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
18 September 2011
16 September 2011
15 September 2011
14 September 2011
TO START YOU OFF:
CHEFS APPETISER OF THE DAY, CRUDITIES,
OUR FRESHLY BAKED BREAD & A JUG OF ICED WATER
A CHOICE OF STARTERS
ROAST BUTTERNUT SQUASH & COURGETTE SOUP
Fresh Soup made in our Kitchens with Chive Cream
SMOKED MACKEREL SALAD
Marinated Tomato & Onion Salad with
Smoked Mackerel & Sour Cream & Chives
MELON & AUTUMN BERRIES
Ripe Melon with Autumn Berries
CHOICE OF MAIN COURSES
SLOW COOKED SHOULDER OF LAMB
With Seasoned Yorkshire Pudding & Lamb Jus
ST ANDREWS SALMON & CHIVE FISHCAKE
With Chips, Garden Peas & Sauce Doria
A Classic dish of Grilled Aubergines, Tomatoes, Shallots - Baked in the Oven and Topped with Parmesan Gratinee
CHOICE OF DESSERT FROM THE A LA CARTE DESSERT MENU
- I chose home-made profiteroles with strawberries and hot chocolate sauce
TO ROUND OFF YOUR LUNCH
MAY WE SUGGEST OUR COFFEE MENU
FRESH FILTER COFFEE
£2.60 PER CUP
CAPPUCCINO, LATTE, ESPRESSO & AMERICANO
ALSO AVAILABLE IN DECAFFINATED
Frances worked at Baldwins as a silver service waitress from the age of fourteen and we have known the bar manager, Jamie since she was a baby. In fact he used to babysit for us when he was a teenager. We
also knew all of yesterday's waiting staff and we were honoured to have the owner - Mr David Baldwin in the luncheon room too but he's looking unwell these days and has lost a good deal of weight.
Our old friends - John and Irene - enjoyed the lunch as much as we did. Afterwards they came back to our house for a cup of tea. It's so nice to have friends you can talk to without uncomfortable pauses or any sense that there may be a current of judgmentalism swirling quietly and insidiously between the lines. And of course our special lunch marked and celebrated Shirley's new status as a Master of Science!
By the way - just in case you were wondering - the seasoned Yorkshire Pudding was of course delightful and much appreciated by all the other diners in the sunny luncheon room!
13 September 2011
12 September 2011
11 September 2011
And as I jump
I recall our weekend at Bowman Lake
- Tommy at the water’s edge
- Carol-Ann begged him not to fall
- Hickory chips smoking...
Flash of flawless burning light
Upon the wings of death
Way beyond Gramercy...
And as I jump,
I relish the rushing air -
Like that summer in the Dakotas.
Dad behind the wheel of our 74 Buick.
Mom turns and says
“Just wind the window down Mikey.”
Headed for Mount Rushmore...
And as I jump
I itemize what is undone
- Places unvisited
- Words unsaid.
Carol-Ann, you know I always loved you.
Please tell Tommy
Daddy didn't want to die
And I really did try to fly.
10 September 2011
Dear Uncle Bob,