Saturday, December 30, 2006
Tip of the Day: Death Clock
Friday, December 29, 2006
Sorting Through Seed Packets
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Philippa Pearce January 23, 1920 - December 21, 2006
Published today in The Times, the obituary of my favourite children's author, Philippa Pearce.
Tom’s Midnight Garden has never been out of print and continues to be loved by children, parents, teachers and librarians. Its fame spread about the world: in Japan its author was mobbed in the street, elsewhere she was lionised.
Pearce went to the Perse School for Girls in Cambridge, then to Girton College where she read English and history. After graduating, she joined the Civil Service but soon moved to more congenial work as a producer for the BBC schools broadcasting department and then as an editor in the education division of Oxford University Press. In 1960 she moved on to oversee children’s books for André Deutsch.
"Pearce married Martin Christie in 1963 but was widowed two years later, by which time she had a daughter. She had moved to Gospel Oak, London, where she worked freelance until eventually moving back to Great Shelford.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Thank You Father Christmas
Monday, December 25, 2006
Christmas in North East Suffolk

"And should there be any room, a mince pie, baked in the old-fashioned coffin-shaped crust (learnt of her mother) to represent the cratch or manger in which the Holy Child was laid. What more would you, save a glass or two of harvet ale laced with gin, drunk from tall glasses (like old champagne) kept by grandmother in the top part of her corner cupboard. Or, as an especial treat, one of the new sherry wine, the oil of which lingered lovingly on the old cut glasses. Or syllabubs made of whipped cream (whipped until the arm ached) and also served in tall glasses."
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Holidays Are Coming, Holidays Are Coming
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Bakewell Farmers' Market, Last Saturday of the Month
Christmas Baking, and My Mojo Returns
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Lunch With Girlfriends, and a Rather Surprising Gift
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Midpoint in a Busy Weekend

Saturday, December 16, 2006
Some Very Fine English Roses
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Gordon Ramsey's turkey leg ballotine; 16 Nov 2002
1 large turkey leg or thigh joint
6oz wild mushrooms or chestnut mushrooms
2-3 tbsp olive oil
1 shallot, chopped finely
2 tbsp dry white wine
2 large good quality sausages or 4oz premium sausage meat
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
1. Slit the turkey leg lengthways and bone out taking care not to puncture the skin. Spread the meat flat on a board skin-side down.
2. Chop the mushrooms finely and sauté with the shallot in olive oil for about 5 minutes until softened. Season well then add the wine and cook for a minute. Cool.
3. Peel the skin from the sausages and mix the meat with the mushrooms. Spread the mixture inside the boned turkey leg. Roll up firmly, season the skin side and wrap tightly in oiled foil. Chill overnight.
4. To cook, place the foil parcel in a small roasting pan. Preheat the oven to 180c. Cook for 45 minutes then reduce the heat to 160c and continue cooking for another 45 minutes. Unwrap the foil for the last half hour to brown the skin.
5. Allow to stand for 10 minutes before slicing thickly. Strain the juices into a small pan. Bubble up with a splash of wine and a tablespoon of crème fraîche for a simple gravy
Saturday, December 09, 2006
The Start of a Busy Weekend
Friday, December 08, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Medlars
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Medlars and rosebuds, Autumn's last offerings
The back walls of the glasshouse were white washed whilst I was in Prague, and now look fresh, clean and wholesome. Already I'm imagining a row of big fat shiny blue Chinese pots, filled with the glossy leaves that seem to mark out citrus trees in the nursery. Frances Mayes writes about fabulous Scicilian lemons, the Meyer lemon? I need to reread.
I pick the last of the season's rosebuds, and stash them into my pocket. I shall make rose petal bathing salts, adding some lavender seed heads and leaf trimmings. One of the loveliest things about Prague was the swishy hotel, all glass doors, thick, heavy bed linen and a marble-rich bathroom complete with toiletries from the White Company. How cool is that? Well, not as cool as the range of bathing salts for sale in Prague's vast number of Manufaktura stores. Bath salts? Isn't that a bit "granny?"
Not after smelling this Dead Sea salt enriched with melissa and calendula flowers; cedar, ginger and oak bark; or simply lavender flowers. I couldn't choose between them, so bought all three. And having trolled all around Prague each day sightseeing, it was bliss to return to the hotel, drop some ice cubes into a tall glass and top up with something lovely from the guest's honesty bar (how cool is that!), run a bath and sprinkle in the bathing salts and just float away.










