appreciating the ordinary
I have been an absolute rubbish blogger lately. I’ll explain why, and then how my beautiful mother changed my mind.
Sometimes doesn’t life just seem relentlessly daily? Litterboxes, full dishwashers to empty, empty refrigerators to fill. Volunteering at Lost Property, cycling to errands. Always laundry. Even when doing all these things is against the backdrop of the Thames cruising past my bedroom window, or the lilting accents of the BBC burble in the background while I cook dinner, there doesn’t seem to be much of a noteworthy nature happening. Certainly not noteworthy enough to ask my loyal readers to be interested.
And then I spoke with my mother on the phone last night, and when I said, “Life’s been a bit… boring lately. Nothing really to report,” she laughed and said, “That sounds pretty good to me. Lately I really like it if nothing is happening, because that means nothing bad is happening. And I’m always interested in what’s happening to you.”
That is a much healthier outlook, it occurs, to me, than looking for drama around every corner. How much nicer to appreciate the dailiness of life, and how lucky I am to follow the peaceful path that life has woven as spring has sprung.
It was peaceful to make my way to Avery’s school to listen to her “Singing Tea,” which sounds odd unless you live in Britain where any event is paired with the drinking of tea, whenever possible. So every term we parents (mothers, really) of girls who are taking singing lessons gather in the Hall to hear our girls practice the songs they will shortly perform for the official government exams every March. With cups of tea and slices of cake beforehand. Hence, the “Singing Tea.” (There is also a “Wind Tea” which sounds much more exotic, but it’s really only flutes). Avery sang bravely in Russian before us all, and then that night John and I could hear her practicing in her room at the top of the house. That is a sound I will greatly miss when she goes off to university.
Of course dailiness includes ringing.
This month the bells took second stage to administration for two consecutive weekends, once while I cooked potatoes Dauphinoise and stuffed mushrooms for 40, to feed all the ringers turning up to our Annual General Meeting, and then vegetable and halloumi couscous and cucumber dill salad for another 40, the guests of the “Chiswick Lunch,” which brings everyone together who ever rings for Sunday services at St Nicholas, Chiswick. I think the mushrooms were the star attraction.
(serves 4)
4 large flat mushrooms
4 smaller mushrooms
1 red pepper
2 cloves garlic
1/2 red onion
1 tbsp olive oil
1 round Boursin cheese
handful Panko breadcrumbs
sea salt and fresh pepper to taste
extra olive oil to drizzle over
grated Parmesan to sprinkle over
Pull the stems from the large mushrooms and dice them with the additional mushrooms. Dice all other vegetables and saute them in the olive oil until soft. Mix with Boursin and breadcrumbs and season to taste. Pile the stuffing evenly into the tops of the large mushrooms. Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with Parmesan. Bake at 400F/200C for about 30 minutes or until stuffing is hot and Parmesan melted. Remove to a plate and wait while mushrooms release juices, then lift mushrooms onto a clean plate to serve.
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Once all the pressing matters of bell-ringing had been sorted to our satisfaction (where to go on the summer outing, what sort of shape the handbells were in, who will vacuum the belfry stairway before the summer Fete), we repaired to our real business, ringing for a beautiful spring wedding.
It is one of the most joyous sounds in the world, the pealing of bells combined raucously with the church organ, as the bride and groom walk proudly down the aisle.
Of course daily life wouldn’t be nearly so happy if it weren’t for my Home-Start work. I can’t tell you anything about “my” current family except that there are babies involved, really small babies. I cycle over every Friday, sink myself into the domestic routine of tiny clothes, tiny bottles of milk, reports of night wakings, and then walk with “my” mum and the babies to a play group. I have decided that almost any sort of anxiety in life could be solved, at least temporarily, by giving every person a small, warm, sleeping baby to hold on one’s shoulder, for about 15 minutes. The Zen nature of the breathing in, breathing out of a little creature who is absolutely content to be in one’s arms is not to be underestimated.
My Thursdays have been enlivened by a new activity, “Total Body Conditioning.” I put on very silly and overly-youthful black spandex leggings and cycle to my friend Carrie’s studio, and she leads me and several other willing ladies through a series of very stretchy and challenging exercises, as well as the heavenly sound of her voice calmly explaining muscle groups, the importance of deep breathing, the efficacy of coconut oil in cooking. It’s an hour of absolute Nirvana, of delightful self-indulgence, of “me-time.” And then I cycle home feeling hungry and virtuous, passing the high street’s blanket of daffodils in all their temporary glory.
March saw Londoners enjoying that most rare of occurrences: sunshine! Everyone’s mood was perceptibly lighter as people ran, cycled, ambled, or rowed their way through the days. Of course Tacy found an ideal spot.
Keechie, in the blossoming of her personality that has been an unexpected result of Wimsey’s death, has emerged from the dark basement to sit with us on the living room sofa. The Princess and the Pea, we call her now.
Cats are odd, aren’t they? Just when you’ve lived with one for 12 years and have resigned yourself not ever to have a relationship with her, a true cat-person petting relationship, suddenly everything turns on its head and you’ve got a completely new animal on your hands. I think truly she realised that her mostly companion, Wimsey, was leaving her, and that it behooved her to make other friends. Us.
And then the sun disappeared and there was HAIL!
The cats sat by the kitchen window, puzzled. The sudden wet cold made me wish for comfort food, and for that, nothing rivals the classic.
Ultimate Macaroni and Cheese
(serves about 8)
1 pounds conchiglie pasta, or other shape that will hold sauce
3 tbsps butter
1 tbsp flour
1 tbsp cornstarch/cornflour
grating of fresh nutmeg
lots of fresh black pepper
dash of onion powder
3–4 cups/750–950ml whole milk (depending on how much sauce you want in proportion to noodles)
1 pound/454g Taleggio cheese, rind removed
2/3 cup/60g homemade breadcrumbs
Boil the pasta according to package instructions, drain and pour into a buttered casserole dish that will hold the noodles plus sauce.
Melt the butter in a heavy saucepan and add flour, cornflour and seasonings, then mix with a whisk and cook for 1 minute. Pour in milk slowly, whisking all the time. Do not let the mixture boil, or even simmer. Add cheese in small chunks and keep over low heat, stirring often with the whisk, until cheese is melted. Pour over pasta and stir gently to allow sauce to cover all the hollows in the pasta. Top with breadcrumbs and bake at 400F/200C for about 45 minutes or until hot and bubbling.
I have made macaroni and cheese about a thousand times, sometimes with four or five different cheeses, sometimes with raw milk when I can get it from the farmer’s market. This time my goal was a superbly creamy sauce with no grainy texture, and I think this was achieved by the addition of the cornstarch, and by the avoidance of aged, hard cheese like Cheddar, Lancashire Poacher or the like. The Taleggio afforded an incredibly smooth sauce with plenty of flavor. Served simply with something green, this is the ultimate supper for cosy comfort.
I must admit: there was one event of undisputed coolness in the last month, and that was the performance of Elgar’s “Dream of Gerontius” at the Royal Albert Hall. Now, before you scratch your head and say, “Kristen, I have never known you to be a massive fan of classical orchestral music,” I must aver that what made this performance special was… Avery. She sang in it! As part of her school’s Senior Choir.
Now, I don’t expect you to be able to find her in the rows of tiny heads in the distance, but she was there, singing her heart out with some of the best and brightest that the English musical scene has to offer.
John and I sat proudly, drinking in every incomprehensible syllable, asking ourselves how a nice girl from Indiana and a nice boy from Iowa ended up in the Royal Albert Hall listening to their daughter sing. It was a very proud moment. Such a beautiful, English thing to do.
Drum roll, please… as of this morning, John are proud possessors of a passing grade in the “Life in the UK” official government exam!
To achieve this feat, we spent many hours on our iPhone apps practicing. “To what do the three crosses in the British flag refer?” “Which countries make up Great Britain and which the United Kingdom?” “Who built the Tower of London?” “What is the significance of the Magna Charta?” What made Henry VIII famous?” Perhaps less momentously, but still of importance, “What is the official flower of Wales?” (It’s a daffodil.)
We are, therefore, one step closer to dual citizenship. Watch this space.
Speaking of space, we moseyed over on the weekend to our plot of dirt, with friends visiting from America. It’s always amusing to see people’s faces when we arrive at this inauspicious-looking location. What will ever, ever be built there?
Soon it will be April. The month will see us supporting Avery through her school “holidays” which will be nothing of the sort, but rather endless revising for the all-important AS exams coming up in the summer term. Much comfort food will be needed, and it is to be hoped the sun will shine for at least part of the time.
All quite ordinary. And yet pretty magical, too. Thank you, Mom, for helping me remember.
Finding blessing in the ordinary. You inspire me! Thanks for the lovely post on this dreary day. Now I will find my way to spot the sunshine today.
Sounds amazing. I’m so tickled you are applying for citizenship. that is a serious wall around your little plot of soil.
Sheri, it’s dreary here too! We are living in fear that March used up all the sun, and it was our “summer.” Glad to provide a bit of joy.
We feel rather English a lot of the time, Susan, so it makes sense! And yes, what a fence. Hiding nettles!
Now that you know, you must tell me about the difference between Great Britain and United Kingdom.
Much to be said for the “dailyness” of the days in your life. Your mother is exactly right.
xx,
John’s Mom
What a precious and well articulated message… I am grateful for the reminder! We are exceptionally blessed to experience something as gentle, secure and peaceful as a sense of the mundane. It also begs that we be shook a little to fully recognise the gift of it’s underlying luxury. Thank you for reminding us all!
As to the “nirvana” of my studio.… Well! That’s a first usage for said descriptor but I’m honoured and elated to read it! It’s an equal joy to welcome you too..!
I love the first kitty photo, paws out in front, slumberful-Sphinx-like. :)
Stuffed mushrooms look supreme! I like putting leftover mince into big mushrooms. That said, I can’t think of a way I don’t love mushrooms!
Carrie xx
John’s mom, please come and share the dailiness. You always make it seem quite interesting when you do! And Carrie, I’m so lucky to have gained you and your “nirvana.” As for the mushrooms, my personal non-veggie favorite is to add white crabmeat to the mix! But this was a strictly vegetarian option, so… and they were delish, though I say it myself.
I am jealous! We are still dealing with winter weather in our neck of the woods; it snowed on Tuesday and we still have huge snow mounds that have yet to melt. Your pictures instill hope that spring will come.
I know what you mean about the ordinariness of everyday life. When I was having lunch with my mother today she asked, “what’s new?” And you know, I could not think of anything exciting to say in reply. Like you, my days are spent doing the things you wrote about. How funny that you should write a blog post about this, and that I would read it today. But you are right; the ordinariness of our daily lives is something to celebrate. It is good to acknowledge this from time to time. Thank you!
Kristen, your “ordinariness” is always extraordinary! And, this post made me remember that I should always check your blog first for recipes: I recently made someone’s version of “Martha Stewart’s macaroni & cheese” and no one liked it at all: an utter failure!
Thank you, Jo and Work… it’s a lesson worth remembering, I agree. As for the mac and cheese, now I want another helping! It was an incredible meal.
Jo, your remark about lunch with your mom is so prophetic with my conversation with mine, across the pond! How I envy you your real life time with your mom. Enjoy! And Work, the white sauce was just as magical with lasagne tonight.