or, more correctly, barbecue-style spare ribs, since they were roasted in the oven. Very straightforward and easy to make. They probably would have worked better if I hadn’t chucked in the rest of the marinade with them, but were definitely worth trying again. Perhaps I could have made the marinade into barbecue sauce. I think Sam ate some, but he sayed he liked the ready-made frozen ones we’d had before better. Probably because I need practise. Spare ribs are one of those cheaper cuts (except that you need to buy more because of the bones) that are worth looking out for.
Transferred from the 29th, to avoid making people go to church twice in a row, or confusing debates as to whether Sunday evening Mass counts for Sunday, Monday, or both days. Because usually the night before counts as the day after.
Anyway, Saint Peter, not always sure, but made it big. Saint Paul, cocksure from beginning (Christians are very bad and must be destroyed) to end (all that is left is the crown of righteousness reserved for me).
Bible: St Paul’s letters
Food: rock cakes (it’s a pun), fish
Music: rock and roll (again, that pun). Christus vincit, Faith of our Fathers, and other hymns
Hooray for: tents (St Paul began as a tentmaker), fishers (St Peter)
At one point, today would have been the summer solstice, which has shifted partly because the ‘old calendar’ wasn’t very accurate and partly because of the earth’s precession. But the memory lingers on, of previous holidays, rollicking in sunshine, etc. Used to mark one of the quarter days as well, the days on which people were paid, or paid their rent, or what have you.
Hooray for : sunny days, long days, summer flowers, summer holidays,
Good for: bonfires, picnics, flowers,
Other stuff: A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Shakespeare, of course.
Which my father in law says he can remember coming in and is just a cynical exercise to sell things. However, his birthday was only a few days ago, and John’s isn’t till October, so the children made cards at playschool/school, and we bought some sweets to mark the occasion. And I insisted that John should be allowed to watch the Superleague show, for a change.
And, in my rather confused head, a time to dance naked around Stonehenge, or other henges, and greet the sun. Some of my misconceptions are so daft, even I can’t get my head round them. Still. Definitely a time for wine and roses, strawberries and ice cream, and summer flowers.
Decoration: summer flowers
Food: seasonal fruit, veg, barbecues, ice creams, home made lemonade, etc.
Music: Summertime, Summer from the 4 seasons, Nielsen’s Helios Overture, Summer by anybody (Classic FM played Summer by Bridge, but I didn’t listen to it), prelude for the afternoon of a faun (which is very naughty; back to my stonehenge confusion, I think).
with tinned haricot beans for the beans. Several flaws in the recipe; the method was to cook everything separately, when risotto should be more or less all in one, so I ignored the method, and followed the usual method. The other flaw was that it was to use brown rice. Brown rice is okay, but for a really good risotto you need short grain rice; I don’t know if you can get brown short grain rice, never thought to look. Otherwise, it was quite tasty and satisfying, and the haricot beans, which I don’t normally eat, were vaguely edible.
The body, blood, soul and divinity of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Transferred from last Thursday. We used to have first communion at mass and a Corpus Christi procession and benediction in the afternoon, but they don’t seem to do that round here, which is a pity.
Prayer; O, Sacrament most holy, O, Sacrament divine, all praise and all thanksgiving be every moment thine, Benediction, Mass
Hymns. Anything for Benediction, Sweet Sacrament divine, One bread one body, In bread we bring you lord, Gifts of bread and wine, This is my body, Jesus, thou art coming, Blessed are you lord, god of all creation, Guide us O thou great redeemer, etc., etc.
Food: bread, wine, bread pudding, coq au vin, etc.
Individual toad in the holes, but with bacon instead of sausage. This would have been nice if I was any good at yorkshire pudding, but I used the wrong tin, overfilled it, faffed too long before getting it into the oven and generally failed. Also, the recipe for onion gravy wasn’t as good as my normal recipe, although onion gravy is always very nice.
The tomato sauce was a little tricky, involving cherry tomatoes and liquid, and although it tasted nice (it had real basil, garlic, white wine vinegar), I wasn’t sure how much liquid to keep and whether I ought to have chopped the tomatoes up. I also wasn’t sure that penne were the best pasta shape for such a lumpy kind of dinner. But there you go. I used the butcher’s really nice sausages. Then it was topped with cheese, and grilled. I didn’t use parmesan, but did use an Italian strong cheese, which is quite tasty. Sam insisted that he didn’t want sauce, but let me just take the tomatoes out. John really liked it, and said I could make it again.