a quiet month
It’s been a peaceful few weeks here in post-holiday London. Lots and lots of muddy, squelchy walks along the nearby bike trail, causing me to break out one of John’s birthday presents early: a bootjack! Such fun to walk along the river, noting the tidal changes, enjoying the peace.
Well, actually it hasn’t been peaceful here if you ask Avery, who braved her way through the many, many “mock” exams in preparation for the real thing in April and May. It was a gruelling 8 or 9 days with constant exams throughout every day. A 15-minute break between French and Russian, outrageous! She worked incredibly hard, and to great results.
We parents agreed, whenever two or more of us gathered, that we’d rather be taking the exams ourselves than watching helplessly! All I could do was feed her up, with all her favorite foods. Among them was the always-delicious stuffed chicken breast…
Chicken Breasts Stuffed with Mozzarella, Pesto and Spinach
(serves four)
four chicken breast fillets
four handfuls spinach
4 tbsps pesto
1 ball buffalo mozzarella
16 strips streaky (American) bacon
16 toothpicks
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp butter
This is merely an assembly job. In order to maintain perfect kitchen hygiene, the most important thing to do is to make sure you have removed your portion of spinach from the bag before you begin, and that you’ve counted out your bacon strips. The last thing you want to do is contaminate the rest of the spinach and bacon with raw chicken juice. As well, you should have your 4 tbsps of pesto in a small dish of their own, rather than dipping a chickeny spoon into the general pesto pot, and have counted out your toothpicks and set them aside. Make sense?
Now, gather your ingredients in easy reach and get a sharp knife. Lay each chicken breast on a cutting board and carefully cut a slice horizontally through the breast, not going all the way through to the back. Essentially you are making a pocket, an envelope, in the chicken breast.
Now spread a spoonful of pesto in the pocket, and tuck the spinach leaves and a quarter of the mozzarella ball into each pocket. As best as possible, close up the pocket and wrap each breast in four strips of bacon, securing the bacon through the chicken with the toothpicks.
Heat the oil and butter in a large, heavy skillet and place the chicken breasts in it. Cook, turning frequently, for about 20–25 minutes, poking at the breasts experimentally to feel them stiffen and become thoroughly cooked inside. Finally you may feel you want to cut on breast in half to ascertain that they are fully cooked.
Serve hot.
These little guys are incredibly savoury in so many ways: the garlicky goodness of the pesto, the saltiness of the bacon, the iron richness of the spinach, the creamy melted cheese, all surrounded by tender, juicy chicken. They’re worth the effort!
I’ve had bellringing triumphs this dank and dreary month. Once I was able to go back to the Tower after my month-long chesty cold, I was given the chance to “conduct call changes” for the first time! Let me explain. When we ring for services, we begin by ringing what are called “rounds,” which means the person ringing the smallest bell, which makes the highest sound, rings first. She’s called the “treble” bell. Then in “rounds,” we simply go “round” the circle. The next larger bell rings next, in seconds place, the next larger rings next, in thirds place, and so on until we get to the last bell, the 8, called the “tenor” and making the lowest sound. The musicians among you will recognize this as an “octave.” Eight bells, ringing highest to lowest, over and over and over.
Well, this would be enough for me! But some 500 years ago, cleverer bellringers than I got bored. Very quickly. So they began an activity called “call changes,” which means that a conductor calls out an instruction like “six to seven,” in a very loud and authoritative voice. This is the signal for the 7 bell in the circle to ring after the 5, instead of after the 6. The octave is changed by two bells. Then the conductor continues and changes other bells. The rule is that bells can move only one place at a time. But you can imagine that very quickly, bells are all over the place and able to change all sorts of ways, and the tune changes every time.
So two weeks ago I was merrily ringing rounds on a Sunday morning, when my teacher suddenly shouted, “Kristen, call some changes.” WHAT? Me, who had never held a rope 18 months ago? But I did! I called three sets of changes, heart pounding, and then I called them “back,” putting them back into “rounds.” Oh, the power!
Very exciting. I went from that achievement, as dotty as it sounds, to a full day’s outing last Saturday, ringing at 6 different towers in 9 hours! Here is an account of our day, if you’re interested, on the bellringing blog that I keep for our church. A cold and sunny day in the English countryside. So lovely.
Do you find yourself rather depressed in January? I do, and every January I worry that I’m descending into some Scandinavian permanent state of despair. Then every January, somewhere around the 20th, John reminds me that this is an annual and short-lived feeling. But in the meantime, the cliche prevails that the best path to happiness is by thinking of someone else rather than myself. Here my volunteer social-work gig comes in very handy.
Of course I cannot tell you any details about my new family, but I can tell you that I had completely forgotten how satisfying it is to rock a sobbing little toddler on your lap and comfort her tears. I’d forgotten how intensely repetitive little children are, how pretending to bite a hand emerging from a coat gets a laugh every SINGLE time, how a pretend hiccup whilst drinking imaginary milk gets a laugh every SINGLE time. This family speaks a foreign language, luckily one I know a bit of, so we all speak in a combination of our two tongues, to much merriment. A lovely two-hour interlude in every week.
And it SNOWED! That cheered me up for at least two days, while it lasted. The bike path!
And even our home garden was transformed!
All around us, the world was transformed by the white blanket, covering rubbish, flaws, inconsistencies in the landscape and making everything seem new and immemorial.
How happy it made everyone! School closed two hours early on the last day of exams, hurrah! I celebrated, naturally, by making one of my absolute favorite dishes, duck rillettes. What? You haven’t ever eaten rillettes? They’re quite simply a dish of shredded meat — duck, rabbit, venison — after the meat has been cooked very slowly in oil and wine. You need to do this.
(serves as many as you like, as an appetizer, with whatever duck you leave behind available for another meal)
8 duck legs
sea salt
black pepper
8 bay leaves
2 cups olive oil
2 cups white wine
You must start this dish a day before you want to eat it. In a large ovenproof dish, place four of the duck legs skin side down, sprinkle with salt and pepper and lay a bay lef on top. Now place the other four duck legs onto the ones already in the dish, this time skin side up. Sprinkle on more salt and pepper and add a bay leaf to each leg. Cover in plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight.
In the early morning, shake the salt and pepper off the duck legs and replace them in the dish in one crowded layer. Place the bay leaves back in top and pour on the oil and wine. Place in a very low oven, 120C/200F and cook for 12 hours.
For the rillettes, simply shred the meat of as many of the legs as you like, using it all if you like, or leaving some of the legs to be eaten as is. The meat will fall off the bone. Pour over a bit of the oil-wine mixture, salt to taste and add fresh black pepper. Serve with crusty French bread and a dollop of creme fraiche, if you like.
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Very popular! John normally turns up his nose at rillettes, even the gorgeous version I brought home from Paris last spring, but he LOVED my homemade rillettes. Triumph!
Of course, January brings the termly Lost Property luncheon and its attendant joys and anxieties. The joys involve seeing all the wonderful volunteers and chatting about lacrosse boots, exams, our wonderful and remarkable children, the snow. The anxieties involve numbers of chairs and forks, whether or not the stuffed boneless chicken I roasted will feed enough people (answer: no! I had counted on leftovers for supper but there weren’t any!), whether the ladies meant to bring dessert and cheese will remember. High on our list of topics to discuss was the recent Inauguration, for which we’d been invited to a spectacular party.
I am always shamed by the depth of knowledge and analysis of our British friends, on the subject of American politics. If I didn’t live here in London, could I name any of the British cabinet secretaries? No. And yet the British are able to discuss the Electoral College and the relative merits of proposed new Secretaries of State. It’s a real privilege to hear their views. “What you have to remember, Kristen,” one friend at the party said, “is that we HAVE to pay attention to your country because you get us in so many scrapes!” Their admiration for America is always heartwarming.
My fun with HandPicked Nation continues! My latest obsession: Grinding, or “mincing” my own meat. Why, you ask? Because the nation’s largest supermarket chain was discovered last week to have undisclosed HORSE meat included in its frozen “beef” burgers! Now, I have no objection in principle to eating horse meat, if it’s humanely supplied and it’s what I thought I bought! But hiding in my beef, no. The only way to be sure is to grind your own. So, so much better.
How nice to know exactly what you are feeding your family. I admit it’s more expensive to grind your own, but it’s a tiny thing to eat less meat, and make sure all of it is perfect.
Well, the sky is blue right now. A rare enough occurrence to get us into our Wellies and off to the bike path. And when I see you next, this grey, tiring, letdownish (but delicious) month of January will be history.
Your statement “is that we HAVE to pay attention to your country because you get us in so many scrapes!” OK — I’m confused here. Do we get Britain *in* so many scrapes or *out* of them?
I know what you mean about the January doldrums. Snow always helps but we hardly ever have any here in Tennessee. :( Now a tornado? Oh yeah! Had a few here this week. But today the sun is shining brightly as another cold front rolls in. Temp from 70 degrees on Tuesday nite to 19 tonite. What a roller-coaster as Feb. comes a knockin. Come on in!!
Auntie L, I love how you spell “tonite” as Mamoo used to! Brings back memories of the letters she used to send me in college… as for Britain, well, they’re still a little touchy about the whole WMD thing and Tony Blair being in Bush’s pocket. Iraq has cost Britain a great many lives, as it has the whole world. And yes to February!
It has been a while since I left a comment; but I do want you to know how much I enjoy reading your blog, you have a gift for making the everyday seem extraordinary. And the recipes you share! I am putting your stuffed chicken breasts on the must try…as my daughter has exams coming up too and comfort food will be welcome. The only revision I will have to make is leaving out the pesto, as my daughter has multiple severe food allergies, with tree nuts being one of them. I will just mince up some garlic cloves with a little olive oil to get some of the flavor the pesto imparts. Do you think that will work?
Thanks for the clarification, Kreeper. And it snowed here last “nite”! (I guess I am my Mother’s daughter in many many ways, huh?)
Kristen — I almost hate to admit that I was in the UK last week! I was there on business and had so little time to meet up with friends — I had to triage and it was so hard. In the end I actually managed a Burns night dinner party, back in Surrey. Wow. Nostalgia overload. In any case, I heard alot about the exam hell — this is one thing I am glad we will not have to experience.
My grown children remain experts at exam taking, from all their years of British education, For the future — it has some real-life value, in that they keep their cool when big projects come down to the wire. They manage the pressure!
As for January — at least it’s done! I hate it, and all the self-help about ‘the days are getting longer’ etc. doesn’t seem to help much!
Somehow I come down to exercise, closet cleaning, and cooking of course!
Jo, I’m so glad you enjoy the blog, and of course you can skip the pine nuts in the pesto and just add a bit of breadcrumbs, perhaps? Work, I totally understand how overwhelming it is to return to a place where you’ve lived, full of people who want desperately to see you… next time! And yes, the exams were hell, and they were only the MOCKS! Sarah, I can totally see that there is merit in the kids’ learning how to manage the stress of big projects. I think Avery learned a lot about herself whilst surviving. Now onward to getting rid of those seven unwanted subjects after June! I survive January with old British mysteries, lots of candles, and cooking. February is my birthday month, so I am always happy when it gets here. :)