Showing posts with label word. Show all posts
Showing posts with label word. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 January 2024

#Word365

Technically, it should be #word 366, as this is a Leap Year. I have been pondering about my word, and then I found this graphic which struck me as just the thing...
I think pace will be a really good choice for my word of the year.. as it has so many interpretations.
  • pace meaning just one step. When things feel overwhelming, take just one step at a time. [apologies for those of you who will now have Dolly Parton singing 'One day at a time- in their ear all day]
  • pace meaning the speed of movement. I must learn to pace myself, and not run ahead, when I should be walking in step - with others, and with God
  • pace meaning the relative speed of progress or change - accepting that I do not have the energy of 30 years ago, and must slow down sometimes, for my health's sake. But also that the world is changing, and at times I need to be more ready to alter my pace to fit in. [and now we have Bob Dylan, and 'the times they are a-changing' as background music]
  • pace meaning the distance covered by a single step. I want to proceed faster than
    a snail's pace - but not speed ahead like those who set the pace for the athletes. To get there, eventually, but take time to appreciate the journey. 
  • pace from the Latin word meaning peace, and also 'with due respect to'.  So many of you have spoken in the comments, of your desire to see peace in our world - and of our need to learn the wisdom and beauty of respect.
pace is my #word365 for 2024 - what's yours?


Thursday, 19 October 2023

On The Shelf With Jamie

He's back, bish-bash-bosh, with his cheery cooking and family anecdotes, to brighten up Monday evenings [ot Tuesdays, if you like the BBC2 quiz night, so record him for later] We watched the first of Jamie Oliver's new Five Ingredients series.
The premise is that you don't need a great long list of ingredients to turn out easy, tasty, family meals - and you can use the simplest humble items [he loves the word 'humble'] But tnh, I was a little disappointed by this week's offering. 
It is sponsored by Tesco,. so naturally their products are showcased. That's OK - but his Fig Tart - which looks splendid and allegedly serves 8 [doesn't that look like six possible portions to you?] works out at £8.50 for the ingredients. 
We did like the look of his Lemon Tzatziki Chicken - however we were none too sure about his 'genius hack' to get the "crispiest chicken ever, even without a rotisserie oven"
What Jamie did was to prepare the veg etc in a roasting tray and put that on the lowest shelf, and suspend his chicken legs over the tray by squeezing them through the bars of the upper shelf, which held them in place as they cooked.
But look at that shelf - and the gap between the bars- about 2cm. Here is a picture of an oven shelf like mine - with 4cm gaps
An ordinary chicken leg is too slim to be gripped by this shelf. So I couldn't do this trick. I checked my neighbour's shelf [4 cm gap] Furthermore, most 'regular' ovens have this sort of shelf.
If you want a narrow gauge shelf like Jamie has, you need to own an upmarket, costly oven like Gaggenhau or Neff. 
I suppose you might buy a Gaggenhau shelf  which would fit your oven. I suggested to Bob that I could knot the legs onto a length of butcher's twine, like a necklace, and dangle them through the wider slots - but we both felt this was too much faff. [Neff or Faff - you choose!]

And the third recipe was sweet pea pasta. None of the pretty flowers, just frozen peas, pasta, spring onions, cheese, and potatoes [yes, two carbs - his 'double denim' recipe] It's cheesy pasta with peas, Jamie! 
Most of us have been throwing together something like this for years, we do not need a recipe. 
And yes orecchiette pasta does look pretty, but it is the most expensive of the Tesco pasta shapes. [Even if the potatoes cooked with it are 'very humble']
I will watch again next week, and hope Jamie comes up with some recipes which I could replicate within my budget, using my ordinary Belling Oven!

Apparently this show aired in Australia last month - and Jamie's chicken hack left the presenters of their morning show "Sunrise" both 'shocked' and 'mindblown' !!


Thursday, 2 March 2023

A Fine Example

The word sampler is derived from the French examplair, meaning a pattern to work by, copy or emulate. It derives fromt he Latin exemplum. The earliest surviving needlework samplers, worked in double running stitch and pattern darning are those found in Medieval Egyptian burial grounds. European embroideries were almost certainly influenced by the patterns thereon - especially the lozenge shape and letter forms S and X. During the Renaissance in Europe, there was a great revival of interest in decoration, many women took up needlework to beautify garments and furnishings. There were no printed patterns then, designs passed from hand to hand - filtering through from the Middle East to the Continent. 
The recording of patterns, motifs and lettering was essential for future use, and thus was the 'sampler' created. Ideas were shared between friends and immediately stitched to samplers before they were forgotten. They filled the vacant spaces, often in haphazard and random ways - experiments with new stitches, colours and threads before proceeding to a major piece of work.
Samplers became popular in England from the 16th Century - and were often used to record family evenings [births, weddings etc.] They were precious, and often bequeathed in wills. Blackwork - using a single colour was popular, and when Henry married Katherine of Aragon it was  named Spanish Work [until the Royal Divorce] Double running stitch was named Holbein stitch - the court painter frequently portrayed characters wearing garments trimmed with this work.
Kirsten and I will be carrying on this tradition with our Cross Country Collaboration - choosing random sections of our canvas to develop our skills and share ideas. K suggested the cross stitch idea, never having tried it till last year with the Postcard Project. I've been doing it since before the girls were born. But already I am learning things, and K's ideas are sending me off in new directions which is really exciting. 
Her first piece or the CCC arrived at the weekend - it is a proper example of what should be in a sampler. She has drawn the two of us, either side of the postbox, about to mail our little packets of stitching, There are trees, flowers, a house, and hearts. 
Rather than introducing lots of new threads, K had the brilliant idea of using multi-colour floss as a way of providing interest to the sections. The trees are different shades of green, the variegated pastels in the window pane look like reflected light, the petals on the flowers are shaded, not uniform, and those hearts go from pale pink through to deep mauve. What an effective and efficient use of threads!
This idea had never occurred to me before.
We never disclose what we are stitching - opening the packet is always a surprise - but Kirsten had mentioned buying the variegated threads. And I picked up on that thought before I began my February stitching.
I love these two cheerful women [she sewed it before my haircut] the very British postbox, and the friendly hearts. And the English house with its tidy trees and neat row of flowers. What a brilliant start to the project. 
And my 'flat gift' was really cool. I thought it was a pen- but no, it is a neat little pair of scissors which make their own case. Lovely for my bag and stitching on the go...Thanks K!






Thursday, 2 February 2023

And We're Off...

It's Candlemas today - the Christian festival marking the presentation of baby Jesus in the Temple - when the ancient priest Simeon declared the babe to be a light to lighten the Gentiles and the glory of God's people Israel. 
Depending on where you are in the world [and if you mark such things] your customs will be different. In the UK, many people take candles to church to have them blessed - a tradition started by Pope Gelasius in 494AD. 
He also gave out flat-breads to the pilgrims in Rome. So many folk serve flatbreads or pancakes at Candlemas. Round, golden pancakes served in February are evocative of the sun, a symbol of fertility and prosperity. For an abundant harvest, a farmer would flip the first pancake with his right hand while holding a gold coin in his left. The gold coin would then be wrapped inside the pancake and kept at the top of a wardrobe until the following year, to then be given to the first poor person encountered. [What?? "hello poor person, have this coin wrapped in a mouldy pancake!"]
Mexicans serve tamales and hot chocolate. In the USA and Canada, 2nd February is Groundhog Day. If the groundhog emerges from hibernation, it means spring is coming - if the creature pops out, then goes back into his nest, winter will not end for another six weeks

If Candlemas Day be fair and bright, winter will have another fight. 
If Candlemas Day brings cloud and rain, winter will not come again.
What am I doing today? - well it is the start of a new adventure. Following on from The Postcard Project [final pictures will follow soon] Kirsten and I are embarking on The Cross Country Collaboration.
A rectangle of fabric, which will end up the same size as our postcards. But this is not vintage linen, this is 11-count Aida.
Kirsten [the artistic one in this pairing] has worked out a grid of a dozen shapes, and throughout the year we will take each piece in turn and fill in one of the areas with our own stitching. I'm rather excited.
Here you see my piece of fabric, the Kaffe Fassett notebook for explanatory information, the grid drawn out on tracing paper, and a Graze box [ we know these are thin enough to count as "large letter", which keeps our postal costs down] 
Really looking forward to this next challenge. Watch this space


 

 

 


Thursday, 1 December 2022

Using Nature's Abundance...

 ...to weave a kinder, simpler world
This is the motto of "Norfolk Hedge Baskets" - and on Tuesday evening I went along to the Swanton Morley Gardening Club to listen to Jonathon Carrie talk about his craft. 
He was really interesting. In 45 minutes he explained all about basket weaving in this country, and as he talked, he wove a small basket. 
It is quite a while since I went on my basketweaving course and this has definitely rekindled my interest in the subject.
Apart from anything else, Jonathon was so knowledgeable about the history, and the wonderful old words* still used to describe the techniques. 
He showed us that there are just four basic tools needed - secateurs for cutting, a bodkin for pushing holes through, a weight for keeping things flat [he has an old Victorian flat iron] and a 'heavy tool for rapping down' [he uses an old spanner. Well, we have three of those - so I would only need to find a bodkin.
He did make it all look deceptively simple! 
Here he is with the end product. He had a whole selection of baskets with him for sale. Find his website and shop hereHe runs regular courses.

He says of his work 

Whilst other basket makers and sellers strive for uniformity I look for the individual, the original, the intimate and the exclusive. This is how baskets used to be made: when times were quieter, slower and more peaceful….Weaving is a spiritual activity; it is emotional and I try to weave compassion and kindness into every basket.

As I already knew, all willow baskets have to be woven by hand - they have not managed to produce a machine to do this work. During the coffee break, people went up to look at his display, and I heard one or two mutter about the prices [starting at £30] Yes, you can find similar stuff online at half the price - but it is usually imported. So once you have factored in the carbon footprint of the journey, and the various people along the way who want their cut of the selling price, it is unlikely that the skilled person who made the basket was paid a fair wage. 
Jonathon spoke about the continental baskets, and how the French look for style and aesthetic design - whereas the English have always been more concerned about functionality, and making the basket useful and fit for purpose. Norfolk has a great history of specific baskets for agricultural and fishing use. Creel, and skeps and panniers. Most English willow for baskets is now grown on the Somerset levels, but Jonathon uses locally grown materials.
This is the little fruit basket I made back in 2015 is not perfect, but is in regular use and I love it. 
*On the subject of old words, and weaving, I have been dipping into my "Wordhord" book again recently. I just love the word gongel-wæfre, which means walker-weaver. It is the Old English term for a spider!






Saturday, 26 November 2022

I Really Need New Glasses

Well they do say "Never shop when you're hungry" I walked through the "Christmas" display of Sainsbury's en route to the grocery section and wondered why anyone would decorate their home with a sign about those popular chickpea based snacks. Then I looked again



Sunday, 20 November 2022

Flicke And Collect

"That's a very famous painting" said Bob, looking at the picture on my screen "Do you know who it is by?"
"Flicke" I replied. Gerlach [aka Garlicke] Flicke was a German portrait painter, who came to London around 1545 [after a time in Antwerp]  and was a painter at the Tudor court. This is his most famous painting- Archbishop Thomas Cranmer.
I was thinking about TC this weekend because of his famous collect. That word is coll-ect, not coll-ect. When the stress is on the first syllable, it refers to a prayer. Specifically, a brief prayer which is supposed to gather/collect together the thoughts of the worshippers as they assemble for worship. Cranmer is the guy who put together the "Book of Common Prayer" - a prayer book first published in 1549 in the reign of Edward VI, out of favour in Mary Tudor's time, but re-instated by Elizabeth I and in regular use in Parish Churches up and down the land until the 1980s, when the CofE introduced the ASB [Alternative Service Book] and then in 2000 'Common Worship'.
And all this is floating in my addled brain because today is "Stir Up Sunday", which many people regard as the day on which to stir up your Christmas Pudding. 'Stir Up' comes from the first words of Cranmer's "collect for the day" 
STIR up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful people; that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good works, may of thee be plenteously rewarded; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
As usual, there are articles in food magazines this month about making Christmas puddings, and a few will mention 'Stir Up Sunday'. Poor old Cranmer, his desire for "the fruit of good works" has got somehow lost in the recipes including dried fruit and candied peel!
In other news, my brother recently noticed that our local Tesco Car Park has some new designated parking spaces. Further investigation has revealed that we are getting a new Click&Collect point in Dereham. I wonder why the Scandi giant has chosen our nearest town ? [I have all the furniture I need, thank you!]



Saturday, 29 October 2022

Casting Off

 Until recently, I did not know that the phrase "cast off" had so many meanings.

When a sailor says "cast off" he means to release a boat from its moorings and set sail.

It also means to get rid of something unwanted or undesirable - not just old clothes, but also relationships. "She was cast off by her family, who disapproved of her behaviour"

It is a hunting term - to let an animal free to seek its prey [a hawk, or a hound]

And when a printer "casts off" a manuscript, he is estimating how much space will be required for the text.

For me, casting off is first and foremost a knitting term. I enjoy knitting almost as much as sewing. My October contribution to the Postcard Project has been a tiny square of knitting. 
I made it with fine wool on UK 14 [2mm] needles. Then I made some tiny needles using two plastic cocktail sticks with beads on the end.
Now to try and find some inspiration for the November stitching...
UK readers - don't forget to put your clocks back tonight



Sunday, 14 August 2022

Spice Girl

I have this jar of za'atar on my spice rack. No idea which recipe I bought it for. I suspect one of Yotam Ottolenghi's Israeli/Medierranean dishes. It is the last one at the top [because everything is alphabetical, but it didn't work when the frequently used C spices** were out of reach, so they go from A up to Z]

I was listening to The Kitchen Cabinet of Radio 4 yesterday and they mentioned za'atar. I read a lot more about za'atar afterwards. I had not realised it is the herb hyssop which is mentioned in the Bible, part of the thyme family.

Za'atar [Arabic /Hebrew names are ezov אֵזוֹבis believed to be a cleansing herb - so the Israelites were instructed to use it as they prepared for the Exodus - they took bundles of the twigs and used them to paint a mark on their doorpost, so that the Angel of the Lord would pass over them. Hence it is used in the Jewish Passover ceremonies to this day [Exodus 12:22] After David committed adultery with Bathsheba, he asked for forgiveness, saying 'purify me with hyssop  and I shall be clean" [Psalm 51;7] In John 19;29 we read that when Jesus was dying, they too a long hyssop stalk and put a sponge on the end, moistened with sour wine vinegar to moisten his lips.

As well as its purifying properties, za'atar is also believed to keep the mind alert - many Palestininian grannies encourage children to sprinkle za'atar on their breakfast before school! 

So there you have it - a spice which cleanses, and keeps us alert. I must check out my new Ottolenghi book to see which of the recipes in there call for this [if I have any spare thyme!]

**I have loads of 'C' herbs and spices- caraway, cardamom, cayenne, chili flakes, cinnamon, cloves, coriander, cumin, curry powder...


Wednesday, 20 July 2022

Hey Duggee!

 

Do you know this wonderful little programme on CBeebies? My grandchildren watch it - it is narrated by Alexander Armstrong. Duggee is a friendly dog who runs the Squirrel Club, and the animals in it work for badges. It is a cheery, encouraging little show, and when affection is needed, it is time for a Duggee Hug. George up in Manchester enjoys watching Pointless with his parents, because he recognises AA's voice!
I thought about this show yesterday. I was feeling SO hot [who wasn't?] and I cannot find, anywhere, my very lightweight fine white cotton nightie. It was bought for a hospital visit years ago and it is my coolest item of nightwear. I suspect it is packed away, somehow folded inside another garment, as it is so fine, and has minimal volume. I'm not keen to buy another one [are there any left in the shops, anyway?] This popped up on my feed...
It is from the company Toast, and described as a cotton dhuggie. I did not know this word, and try as I might, I can only find it as a word for nightdress on the toast website. [apart from one link which said duggy was street slang for 'cool'] Did they make it up? Is it a portmanteau word for Duggee Hug? I have no idea. I am certainly not paying £99. Perhaps I should brave the loft ladder and go up to the Stash [it is boiling in the roof space] Maybe I can find a length of fine cotton.
And then I could award myself a Hey Duggee Sewing Badge!, and possibly a Busy Day Badge too...


PS thanks for all the fabulous sunhat stories yesterday - clearly a selection of scarves and pins, and a hot-glue gun, are the way forward!






Tuesday, 19 July 2022

Here Comes The Sun...


 So very hot... [the video was shot in Grand Canyon - which is always very hot in July]
My ancient sun hat is looking the worse for wear. Round the rim the straw is fraying and shredding. B
ut it's comfy, it squashes into a bag, and it does its job.
I am very fond of it. I found some beige tape in the Great Stash, an almost perfect match. I folded it round the edge, and fixed it with my quilting clips.
I sat in the cool lounge, and sewed it in place. I pressed and pleated my scarf** and tacked that back round the crown. 
It should last another summer or two.
I really don't want to spend money on a new one.
** the correct name for a pleated scarf wrapped round a hat like this is a puggaree. You can actually buy them online from millinery suppliers [here] [this comes from the East Indian word pagri meaning turban or scarf]
Do you have a sunhat? What is is made of - straw or fabric? 


Monday, 18 April 2022

Eastingle?

At our holiday club, we made Easter Gardens- that wasn't unusual, the idea has been around for years. Some people call the "Resurrection Gardens" or "Grace Gardens. Each child had a foil dish, 
playdough 'earth', plastic flowers and greenery, and fabric/foil to make paths, ponds and lawns.
I had some packs leftover, so I asked Rosie if she'd like to make one. She did that, and a scratch-art cross, writing "Jesus 💓 everyone" - then she asked for another garden pack.
This time she used the materials in a completely new way -
she called it an "Easter Ball". As far as I know, Rosie has never been to a Christingle Service, but Id call it an "Eastingle"
  • first she made a ball from playdough [representing the stone rolled away from the tomb
  • then she put two strips of foil round the ball, in a cross shape, to represent Jesus cross.
  • then she put the flowers to represent the garden where the tomb was, and new life. 
  • She balanced it in a plastic food tray, and tucked one of the 'Jesus is alive' tags behind. 

I think this is a pretty cool idea!

Before I forget- a huge thankyou to all of you who joined in this year's Lent Reflections - writers, readers, and those who added their comments. So many challenging thoughts. I do hope you appreciated these posts as much as I did.




Tuesday, 15 March 2022

Thought For The Month

I meant to post this a couple of weeks ago - the March page on the calendar Chris gave me. It seems very apposite as I've read other people's blogs and seen their wonderful gardening pictures! This is not a competition, my little bean seedlings are a triumph for me. And that is what matters! Similarly the cake you have baked, or the socks you have knitted, or the music you have composed. Celebrate your own victory and do not compare it with another.



Friday, 31 December 2021

Mind The Gap

At this time every year, reporters with nothing to write about will churn out a piece explaining that the twelve days of Christmas should start on Christmas Day and end at Epiphany [January 6th] Apparently in olden times, people stopped work on Christmas Eve and began nearly a fortnight of jollity and feasting.  Please note, this was only the rich. The poor folk still had to milk the cows, chop the firewood, cook the feasts and do whatever they did the rest of the year. Decent employers gave their staff a second day of on Boxing Day to mark the birth of Christ with their families. [Tesco please note] These days, many people are able to have a few days off after 25th

But in this weird time of working from home, self-isolating, and everything else, we had Christmas falling on a Saturday, so Monday and Tuesday were Bank Holiday. And an awful lot of people have a whole week off - but fewer venues open, so less opportunity to get out there and enjoy yourself. And colds and covid limit family interaction. People are complaining about this gap in their usual social calendar. What do you call such a space?...a recess, a break, a lacuna [from Latin, pit or pool], a hiatus [again, from Latin, a gaping holeI'm not sure about lacuna, it is too similar to the name of Aldi cosmetic range [Lacura] and hiatus always puts me in mind of hernia. 

Whilst I loathe the word crimbo, I will accept it in just this one context [thank you blogfriend Anne for sharing it] in the rhyming reduplication that is CRIMBO-LIMBO

These are definitely quieter days for us, now George is back in Manchester with Steph and Gaz. We had a wonderful time with this toddler, and since his departure have been gradually getting the house straight, replacing nuts in the bowl, and potatoes in the veg drawer and retrieving Duplo from under the sofa. He rearranged many of our decorations for us. Having a small child to stay certainly means that you find joy in unexpected places!





Tuesday, 16 November 2021

Pick Me Up

In the Treviso dialect, in the Veneto region of Italy, the phrase tireme su means pick me up. Fifty years ago, a restaurateur named Ado Camoeol, along with his wife Alba developed a dish containing mascarpone cheese, eggs, sugar,  coffee soaked biscuits and cocoa powder. He called it tiramisu, claiming it gave diners energy [and maybe had aphrodisiac powers too] Ado's original recipe contained no alcohol, he wanted it to be a family dish. It became popular the world over. Ado died last week aged 93.

I mention this because I received in the post this lovely booklet at the weekend. It came from Jenny and Peter in Ferndown, but is produced by Uckfield Baptist Church in Sussex [where both the Pastor's wife Deborah, and another member, Jill are good friends] 

And it's called Pick Me Up. It came about because one member was ill, and people in the church sent encouraging Bible Verses. I believe his wife collated these into the booklet and added her own illustrations. Here are a few pages. 

I passed it on to Auntie Peggy, who has found it very  comforting. 

Thank you all for your love and kind words. We are getting there, but it's hard. A date for the Thanksgiving has been fixed, and the Pastor is coming to visit before I return to Norfolk tomorrow afternoon. There have been some difficult minutes, and also some laughter - sorting through photos, remembering happy times. 

Julian and I left the sorting, and admin to go to a local tea shop where we shared a humongous piece of fudge cake [diet? What diet?] And I will have a Very Special Treat later today, a bright spot in a dark week. More on that later...