I looked in the garden for the chives, but they had completely vanished, so I used dried chives, which I mashed in after the mash was prepared. I served it with fishfingers, peas, baked beans, brussels sprouts and tomato ketchup. Hannah won’t look at mash, Sam had it without the chives, John and I liked it; has a pleasant mild flavour; makes an interesting change, very easily.
You are Peter and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of the underworld will never prevail against it…
Food: rock cakes
Hooray for: keys, the pope, puns
Colours: white and yellow
Music: Christus Vincit, Full in the Panting Heart of Rome
They sit on your lap and purr, and you stroke them, and are relaxed. They need feeding, so you have to get up in the morning. They like playing sometimes, and are cute and fun, but they spend plenty of time lazing as well. They are quite easy to care for, and greet you with a friendly hello. This is not true of all cats; it is true of ours. Christopher Smart may have been incarcerated in a lunatic asylum, but his observations of his cat Jeoffrey (sp?) are very good.
The Friday after Ash Wednesday, as I’ve mentioned once or twice before, is Kissing Friday. An old tradition, which I think should be brought back. All the boys could kiss all the girls without fear of punishment or retribution.
Hooray for: kisses!
Which I served with sausages, cabbage and sweetcorn. It was supposed to be wholegrain mustard, but I only had dijon, so used that instead. I didn’t put in enough; it needs to have a mustardy taste, without being too strong or too weak. But it would have been nicer, if there had been more, and it would have worked much better with wholegrain. It is also, the kind of alteration you can make to the potato on your plate, rather than serving up for everyone as an alternative to plain mash.
Fasting and abstinance, prayer and almsgiving. If I fast, I get grumpy and think only of food, which defeats the object. And then at Mass, we go and put ashes on our heads, just after we have been instructed to fast ‘with oil on your head, your face washed, and smiling, so no one knows’. So, quite a contradictory sort of day all round…
Flowers: daffodils, because they are also called ‘Lent Lilies’
Other countries have their carnivals: we have pancakes. I like pancakes.
Hooray for: parties
Food: meat, chocolate, beer, pancakes
Also: traditionally, people would go to confession (be shrived) before Lent; now, I suppose, people wait for Lent.
I’m not Chinese; I just use it as an excuse to eat chinese food. This year, it is the year of the tiger.
Hooray for: Chinese people, tigers
Food: anything Chinese. Big Cook Little Cook had a creation that they called ‘tiger sushi’, but it never looked appetising
Flowers: tiger lilies?
Also: sweeping the floor (sweeps the old bad luck out)
Possibly named for a Saint Valentine, but the evidence is now rather hazy. An opportunity for people who love to declare it anonymously. Then picked up on by commerical enterprises, as an opportunity to be romantic, and buy presents. And, of course, people like that sort of thing, and to know that they are loved.
Hooray for: Romance
Flowers: any, but red roses tradional, and hence very expensive
Food: any aphrodisiac, also chocolates
Decorations: pink, red, hearts, cupids, etc.
Music: of course
The garlic bulb covered in olive oil and roasted at 200 degrees Celsius for about 35 minutes, and then all the cloves squeezed out, and mixed into the mashed potato. I cooked the mash, John cooked steak and mushrooms to go with. We fobbed the children off with beefburgers, in buns, with cheese. The mash was really nice; John said I could do it again.