I chose Tesco’s frozen tuna steaks, and used herbes de provence for the herbes. I put the fish in the marinade before taking the children to school and let them help me wrap it in tin-foil parcels. I served them with chips, peas, courgette (cooked with lemon juice and basil) and mayonnaise. Sam ate his, and seemed to like it. Hannah wouldn’t eat hers. John and I thought it was extremely delicious, and I said it was easy enough for a mid-week meal.
The feast that defines the season, since so many terms are called ‘Michaelmas’. Also, one of the quarter days. A time to settle debts.
Flowers: Michaelmas daisy; Our Michaelmas daisies (I planted one plant last autumn) have been out for ages already, and really looked fantastic.
Cake: Angel cake
Food: goose (traditionally, since they used to be in season about now).
Prayer. There is a prayer to St Michael, but I forget how it goes. I think there’s a hymn too, probably similarly forgotten.
We used very nice smoked haddock. The idea was good, but the actual recipe had too much veg and not enough fish, and my cheese sauce was not up to its usual standard. For some reason I didn’t leave the peas out. The children still wouldn’t look at it although Sam was eventually persuaded.
John and I have been married for nine years (very nearly; the wedding hadn’t started yet at this time of day). Nine years is pottery and willow. I told John he couldn’t have a ceramic cricket bat, but he didn’t want one. I’ve bought a pie dish instead, so I can cook him his dinner in it. He bought me some aspirin!
Unless you’re in the Southern hemisphere of course. It’s raining, and feels autumnal and drab. But we have had a week or so of very nice sunny warm weather, when it felt Autumnal, but not quite yet. The schools are back, the proms are finished, it’s getting dark in the evening, and we’re thinking of turning the heating on. But where the year feels as though it’s coming to an end, the schools are thinking of new beginnings. What goes around comes around.
Poems: Keats, To Autumn
Food: apples; what else?
Autumn leaves, there are still flowers, of course.
Garden waste can be made into bonfires.
Is it time to turn on the fire yet?
A very straightforward stir-fry, using the best quality most expensive salmon fillet that Sainsbury’s could provide, with mangetout, baby corn cobs (neither of which I normally buy, but this was a nice treat), and broccoli and cauliflower. No cornflour, no sherry. Hannah and Sam declined the veg, but happily ate the noodles and salmon, we thought it very nice. I’m not sure I’ve had cauliflower in a stir fry before; it tastes very nice.
London Underground have issued a revised map, that does not show the river Thames, and apparently people are upset! I don’t see why. The map is not meant to be geographical, and mostly shows features under the ground. The river is over the ground, and unless there is a ferry with ferry stops, it is not necessary, unless of course you want to demonstrate just how much of the tube network is north of the river and how little is south of the river.
Much easier than I expected, mainly because there was no breadcrumb coating to fuss over. I also simplified it by nuking the potatoes and then using the same bowl that they were cooked in to mash them and mix in all the other ingredients. The fishcakes were fried, which I need more practice at frying. I served them with curly fries, sweetcorn and baked beans. Sam had ketchup, I had fruity HP and John had mango chutney. They were very tasty, although a bit light on the fish.
Sam ate his, and liked them, and said I could cook them again. Hannah wouldn’t touch hers.
which speaks for itself, really. Christians may not always get it right, but most of the time they know it’s important, and they keep trying.
Food: hot cross buns
Prayers; the sign of the cross, prayer before a crucifix, Lord, by your cross and resurrection, you have saved the world, etc.
Bible: the passion, in four gospels, and the bits of St Paul, where he explains that he is preaching a crucified Christ.
Art; I forget the name of the piece, and the artist. So I can’t put that down here.
Music: Christus vincit. When I survey the wondrous cross, The old rugged cross.