otherwise known as garlic mayonnaise. I roasted some garlic, and mixed it in with the egg yolk. I’m not sure if I mixed it in well enough, maybe I could have mashed it up more. I also accidentally added too much lemon juice, but it was still extremely delicious. We had it with sausages, and John made an egg sandwich with it for lunch.
As in home made, from scratch, with a balloon whisk. Something I’d never attempted before, but thought I would like to do. I halved the recipe, because I wasn’t sure it would work, and used very mild olive oil, freshly squeezed lemon juice and the mustard in the fridge. I was nervous, so took it very slowly. At first, I thought it wouldn’t work, but then all of a sudden, there it was, thickening and turning into mayonnaise. Just like magic! I took Nigel Slater’s advice to put in a bit of salt (although I suppose the mustard would have helped) and to stop when it looked okay, but I wasn’t sure I shouldn’t have stopped adding sooner. We had it on mixed salad leaves as an accompaniment to pizza. Extremely delicious, and definitely on my special treats list.
My sister and her friends seem to be posting a review of where they lived and with how many for each census year. So I’ll have a go too:
2011: I’m 40, and live with my husband and two children in a three-bed mid-terrace in Lees, on a mortgage
2001: 30. We moved in the summer, so if wer’e talking March, I lived with my husband in a 3 bed end of terrace in Clarksfield, Oldham, that we rented from his father at a preferential rate. I don’t remember filing this census. Have I simply forgotten? No we must have done it. I remember the Jedi thing.
1991: 20 I was ‘officially’ resident at home in Donnington, Telford, in a 3-bed semi with my mum and my little sister. But I was studying at Exeter University, so that’s where I was. In halls of residence.
1981: 10. In a four-bed flat in Soest, Germany, with my mum and dad and two siblings.
1971: I was born in the January, so in March I’d be about two months. I think I lived in Perham Down, in rented, with my mum and my dad. I don’t know what kind of house it was. I think it was a house.
There are many reasons why Christians keep Sunday holy, and I was thinking about them today because the mission for Lent today was ‘Remember that thou keepest holy the Sabbath Day’. In this post specifically, I am thinking about the ‘sabbath’ part. Let me explain:
This part is not about which particular day of the week you choose; it could be Saturday, or Sunday, or Friday, or whatever. The point was God created the world (in the story), and according to the story, he kept stopping to see the thing that he had made. And ‘he saw that it was good’. Then ‘on the seventh day he rested’
So this tells us at least two things. Firstly, ‘rest’ is an important part of God’s creation (and it doesn’t matter if you believe in him or not: you can rephrase it yourself). And secondly, after you have done something, it is important to ‘look back on it and see that it is good’. It’s about stopping to smell the flowers, admire the view, and realise that you actually did something (however small) that was ‘good’. Which is probably an important factor in mental wellbeing.
This is an important reason to keep a sabbath. Funnily enough, one day in seven is often about right, one day in ten is not enough: I believe in post-revolution France they tried a ten-day week and it didn’t work.