I used to think that lentils were not for eating, but I’ve had lentil rissoles, and they were nice, and cheese and lentil flan, and that was nice, so here is the dhal. It’s nice; the lentils take on the curry flavours, and the flavours add interest and excitement. A bit rough in texture, but apparently it is meant to be like that. I like putting in the different spices (I may have overcooked them at the beginning, so the end result was not as curry-ish as I had expected; another time, it will be more gentle), and adding lemon slices and a cinnamon stick. The lemon was cooked out, so that all there were were bits of peel, and they were nice to eat too. I made John cook steak to go with it, but let the children eat other food instead.
and a holyday of obligation. It is well confusing with these holy days.
Since people, for a very long time, have been celebrating the evening (after six, sunset, teatime, or vespers? I’m not quite sure of the proper definition) with a ‘vigil’ of the day before, for some reason, they decided that the Saturday evening Mass should be the Mass of the Sunday following, and that this counted towards the Sunday obligation, which is logical and clears things up.
Then they said that this made it confusing if a holy day was on a Saturday or a Monday, because which mass did you have to pick in the evening? So they decided to simplify it: holydays on Saturday or Monday would be switched to Sunday.
However, people round here forget that a holy day of obligation means both that you have to go mass and also that you should take the day off work, close the catholic school, etc., whereever possible (not if it’s not possible obviously). So they decided that ‘feasts of our lord’ should be transferred to the Sunday. Except Christmas, of course.
So that means that holydays in England and Wales are: All Saints, Christmas Day, St Peter and St Paul, and Assumption, and every Sunday.
Simple? No, it’s well confusing. Especially if the last time that there was actually a holyday during a school term was 2007. (because the last time All Saints was on a weekday, it was half term in our LEA).
Anyway. St Peter, St Paul. Two very completely different types of person, who overcame their personal imperfections to become the founding members of the christian church.
Music: Christus vincit, Full in the panting heart of Rome, etc.
Cake: Rock cake (for St Peter)
And wasn’t St Paul a tent maker?
also included butter, and a little bit of water, and generous quantities of fresh mint. I served them with boilet jersey royal new potatoes and chipolates. Hannah only ate sausages, Sam had ketchup on his, John and I opted for HP fruity sauce. I wasn’t sure about this, because I don’t like peas, but it actually tasted nice, good texture, not too pea-ey, and I even had a little bit more. I suspect this was partly the flavour and partly the slow gentle cooking process. John and Sam seemed to like them, but John probably would have preferred peas by themselves, which I cook but would never dream of eating. I will definitely add fresh mint to peas, if I happen to have any.
I’m afraid I didn’t push this concert as much as I should have. The audience who came enjoyed it,, however. We did Beethoven’s violin concerto and Mendelssohn’s Reformation Symphony.
The violin soloist was very nice, and played stunningly well. I know she’s in the Halle, and a professional, but there you go. She played a cadenza that was fantastic, amazing, and stunningly difficult. She said she’d wanted to play the concerto since she was 14, I will never aspire to play more than the second violin part. But it is good.
The symphony was a stonker too. It was written for a grand Lutheran symphony, but not completed in time, as is the way of things. It includes the Dresden Amen (whatever that is) and has a Lutheran hymn, first played straight as a chorale, and then quoted at the end, after a very nice fugue, which reminded me of Bach, and which is a quote from Elijah, the bit that goes ‘Zion spreadeth her hands for aid, and there is neither help nor comfort’. No it isn’t. Elijah was composed after the 5th symphony, so Elijah quotes the fugue, not the other way around. The second movement has for it’s second subject what sounds like a folk song, but I cannot think what it might be. The third movement was like an aria for first violin (and flute), with the rest of the orchestra accompanying. It was very pretty.
the sweet potato being microwaved, and then scraped out their skins and mashed with plenty of butter and cheese. I thought it was cheesy enough, John thought it could use more. I served it with fishfingers, baked beans and asparagus.
Another of those feastdays in the church worked out by formula, being three months after the Annunciation (because at the time Elisabeth was said to be ‘in her sixth month’.
The remit in the book I’m following was to use a ground spice to flavour a vegetable mash, so I looked in my other cookbook and found a recipe for roast pumpkin and ginger mash. I used butternut squash and ‘lazy ginger’, which I boiled first before putting in with the butternut squash while it was roasting (olive oil, black pepper, hot, time); I could have put in as much as the recipe said, it was a lot, but boiling made the flavour milder. Then the lot in the processor with butter and milk. I served it with lamb chops (which I need more practice, but Sam liked) and chips (which was the only bit Hannah would willingly eat).
The mash was very nice and tasty, and worth remembering.
Two people who stood up for what they believed in, even though it got them into trouble. Two people who took responsibilty for themselves, without blaming other people.
Also, the anniversary of my confirmation, by the late Bishop Gray. I would have been maybe 13 or 14, I forget which.
Music: Faith of our fathers
if you in the northern hemisphere, obviously. A day with a great deal of sunlight, so worth celebrating with something like a barbecue tea (which we’re not having). I’m not quite sure if dancing in white robes around stonehenge is necessary, but some people seem to like it.
Not, as some people seem to think the beginning of summer; it’s been summer for ages, nor the middle of summer, since there is hopefully more to come than we’ve had so far.
I normally just buy the cheap vinegar-type window cleaner, but this time I didn’t. I got something from the ‘eco-friendly’ shelf in a big, bottom heavy bottle, coloured blue, smelling of mint. It’s nice. It probably wouldn’t clean six months of grime in one go, but it smells good, and is nice to use, thereby making housework slightly nicer.
I got the bathroom spray too. It smells of eucalyptus and mint, so the bathroom is more nice and fresh when you have cleaned it. Again, it is not weapons-grade bleach, but if you are happy to clean more often then that is not a problem. We have soft water and no limescale: I cannot comment on its ability to clean limescale.