heat wave at Red Gate Farm
It is a hot morning at Red Gate Farm, when all the road is sizzling, steaming, the air thick with humidity. Anne’s pond across the road beckons temptingly. “Help yourselves, dive in, because there’s going to be a real heat wave!” Anne invited, as they drove away for their week in the city. The day we get Avery to dip her city-girl toes into a body of natural water… well, let’s just say that day is a long way off.
The flowers that my friend Judy brought by on Saturday so far have held up in the shade of the terrace. “I know you and flowering plants, Kristen. Just water these and keep them out of the direct sun, and you should be all right. Enjoy,” Judy laughs.
Even when you’re made of cast iron, it’s a hot day to be a dog, or a chicken.
Life has settled down to its summer routine. Kate has ambled across the road, hand firmly in Anne’s, purple crocs proudly displayed, in order to plop down on the kitchen floor to play with the old dollhouse, and its thousands of myriad items. Whatever this dollhouse cost, some dozen years ago, it has paid us back ten thousand-fold, entertaining little Avery, her cousins Jane and Molly, and now Kate, for hours on end.
The first grocery trip has been made — my favorite, when I get to start from scratch and fill up all the drawers from empty! The farmer’s market has been visited, and my favorite peach guy greeted. Tyson adopted Jamie the kitten last summer, so I feel it incumbent upon me to chat while. Plus, he is super young and cute.
Avery reports that his apple cider doughnuts are not to be despised.
Now before I forget, I have had several requests for the recipe for the chicken salad I served to my mother and her best friend. It really was lovely, so here goes. Of course once you’ve made the chicken, you could just have that all by itself, but it was festive with lots of other ingredients added. The chicken itself appears in the recipe index as “Lillian Hellman Chicken” as it’s made with Hellman’s mayo.
Hoosier Summer Chicken Salad
(serves at least 4)
2 large chicken breast fillets
1/2 cup Hellman’s mayo
1/2 cup grated pecorino or parmesan
juice of 1/2 lemon
sprinkle Fox Point Seasoning
1/2 cup breadcrumbs (I used a mixture of homemade and Panko)
3 hard-boiled eggs — devilled or plain, cut in half
handful heirloom tiny tomatoes, halved
6 little heirloom purple potatoes, steamed and halved
1 head Bibb/Boston/butter/little gem lettuce (name depends on where you are!), inner leaves only
minced chives and dill to garnish
sea salt and black pepper to taste
dressing optional (you could just drizzled olive oil over it): equal parts mayonnaise, olive oil, lemon juice, a dollop of mustard, a dash of white wine vinegar)
Trim the chicken breasts completely. Mix the mayo, cheese, lemon juice and seasoning and squish the chicken breasts in the mixture, generously coating them on all sides. Roll in breadcrumbs and bake at 425F/220C for 30 minutes. Let rest a few minutes, then slice on the bias.
Simply arrange the chicken and all the other ingredients on a pretty platter, and pour over whatever dressing you have chosen. Enjoy!
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Mostly I confess that our family has been eating… CORN. And CORN. And more corn! It’s what I dream of all year long in London, where whatever passes for sweetcorn just isn’t. Of course, I could be missing marvellous corn because I am not there in July and August, but right now I’m just happy to have the Connecticut real thing.
Of course, life in the summer wouldn’t be complete with a visit from darling Jessamy, beloved feline child of our friends Alice and Connie, who kindly lend her to us for “Kitten Camp” twice a year. Avery and Kate cannot get enough of her.
Our quiet existence was enlivened considerably last week by Avery’s first driving lesson! John was incredibly patient, amazingly effective in his tuition. I sat nervously in the back seat, twisting my hands together at the ridiculous prospect of my BABY being behind the wheel of a car. But there was no need for nerves. She did beautifully.
It was quite the ecumenical adventure, looking for a place to practice. We started off at the local riding stable, but since the only place to drive was an abandoned roundabout, we moved on. After all, Avery’s driving skills would eventually have to include more than first gear, constantly turning left. So it was off to the Congregational Church, which was fine for several spins, getting up to second gear, but then a nice lady drove up, rolled down her window and announced that it was private property. Sigh.
Off to the synagogue up the road and their lovely parking lot, grown over with weeds. “I bet you’re the only one in your class to learn to drive on a bed of clover,” I observed. Shortly afterward we were shooed away by another nice lady. Doesn’t God want Avery to learn to drive safely?
Finally we ended up in the parking lot of an Episcopalian church which happens to be situated at the junction of several stoplights, which means the general population uses it to cut through and avoid the lights. Therefore, although it is technically private property (a nice lady drove up to tell us), “as long as you’re really careful, you can stay and practice. Good luck!”
Avery did beautifully. The usual spate of beginner’s “killing the engine”, which will soon pass. And home safely, to a restorative supper of bison burgers, and… corn.
And a new variation on the classic stuffed “courgettes,” or “zucchini” as we call them Stateside: crab-stuffed! So now you can have sausage-stuffed for your Congregational friends, mushroom-stuffed for your Jewish friends, and crab for the Episcopalians. Works for everyone. And if you have a little extra stuffing, mushrooms are a good container, too, as you see.
We’ve had plenty of moments when the power goes out, as usual. Perhaps this summer is the summer we’ll upgrade the electrical system. What a luxury it would be to have the air conditioning on WHILE running the dishwasher or the dryer? I can’t imagine!
The weekend brought my sister Jill’s family for “everything on a lettuce leaf” lunch, and all of us plus Anne, David and Kate for ice cream up the road. Kate waved her cone back and forth across the fence, leading David to suppose that she’s invented a new topping, “Fences Pieces.”
Molly woke up from her nap, and we all gathered for an afternoon of water balloons. Here’s my little Molly…
One hundred water balloons filled at the kitchen sink, thrown at people, or the trampoline, or simply dropped on the kitchen floor. John and Joel chasing each other across the sunlit lawn, Jill barricading herself cleverly behind a stack of books, a camera, her phone in her hand! “You can’t throw any at me, I have a phone!” Jane used little Kate as a human shield! Finally we got all the girls to take a deep breath and pose.
The festivities ended when simultaneously John and Joel cracked Jane’s and Molly’s heads together and Kate’s balloon erupted into a fountain of water up her nose. “It isn’t a party until everyone’s crying,” Jill and John concluded, and then it turned out we had run out of balloons! A beautiful afternoon. Anne and I agreed, “We keep saying this is the most beautiful day of the summer, but this REALLY is.”
Sunday found me BELL-RINGING! Yes, I could have taken the summer off, but I really did not want to lose everything I have learned over the past few months (measured in hours, as one does in bell-ringing, and I am up to hour 13). So it was but the work of a moment to enter my zipcode into the website of the North American Guild of Change Ringers, and voila, there was a tower for me. The Melrose School in Brewster, New York, with a purpose-built wooden and glass tower.
This tower contains eight lovely bells, vintage 1973, and is home to some of the friendliest people I have ever met. Namely Mike, my intrepid teacher, taking time off from his rehearsals for “Sweeney Todd” at the local community musical theatre.
After introducing me to the bells — each with a beautiful verse inscribed upon it, and named variously (I rang William and Angela, for example), we descended into the ringing chamber, with its eight ropes arranged in an unusual oval shape, suited to the shape of the tower itself which had to accommodate to the plot of land assigned to it, in the grounds of the school.
This bell tower and its bells were provided for by a bequest from the great American businessman and philanthropist C.V. Starr, founder of AIG and great-uncle of Kenneth Starr, former US Independent Counsel. The Melrose School itself is home to a convent, the Community of the Holy Spirit, who founded the school and named it for the Scottish saint Melrose.
For some reason — I will try to find out next week — Starr left money to the convent and the school specifically to provide for the bells, and I’m so happy he did! Because he was who he was, and the Sisters who they were, no less a personage than the Archbishop of Canterbury himself came to dedicate the bells, in 1974. And so my tower was born.
How the ringers welcomed me! John, a white-haired gentleman of my very favorite sort — double PhD in music and theology! — Dinah, an ex-nun, Mensa member and now professional fingernail-painter, Mike with his grisly musical t‑shirt and his three beautiful small children milling around the school.. they welcomed me all. And I rang proper changes for the first time! I shall try to explain.
First, one simply learns to handle the bell, silently. This process takes about ten hours. Then, as you’ve heard me burble on about, one is allowed to make a sound. Then, one take part in “rounds,” which is simply the bells — six or eight or ten — ringing downward from the highest tone to the lowest, in order. THEN, just as I’ve rung rounds only TWICE and to only partial success, these Melrose ringers prodded me into “call changes,” which means that as I’m ringing my number six bell in its number six place, the conductor shouts, “six to five,” and I ring in FIFTH place instead! Try to imagine! “Six to four,” might come next, and I have to look to the number THREE bell to ring after her, in fourth place.
MADDENING, I can tell you! Maddening. It is the one activity of my entire life where it is impossible to think of anything else while I’m doing it. There is no recipe-musing, blog-planning, grocery list-making. I can ONLY RING THE BELL. No wonder where are prayers for us!
It was a thrilling, lovely experience. I can’t say that I performed brilliantly, as it took me much too long to respond to the call changes. After all, only a few hours ago I was simply “rope-pulling” silently! But finally, toward the end, as I was sweating freely and frantically trying to keep up, the conductor called one last change and I got it straightaway. “Go to the head of the class!” shouted my fellow ringer John triumphantly!
“Modesty is a beguiling trait,” he said afterward, as we made safe loops of our ropes, “but you need not be modest any longer. You have made great progress.”
THRILLING!
Now it’s back to the mundane Red Gate Farm tasks of weeding, window-washing and picking up hundreds of tiny scraps of water balloon from the dandelion-dotted grass…
Oh, no, I’m devastated that it was all so perfect and it all happened without me. Must work on tickets. Does Ann swim in the pond? Could I? It is only a bit smaller than Holiday Lake (:-)) and I loved that over the fourth–no clorine! Wait, wait, I forgot the snapping turtles …
Never worry, more perfect things will happen with you here, BECAUSE you are here! Tickets indeed. I’m not sure I’m brave enough for the pond…
Yes the peach guy is very cute and it IS only polite to enquire after the kitten
I dont really like the hot hot weather but I envy you yours at the moment. It is 15 degrees here at the most in the day, and cloudy, rainy and dull dull dull. It rained on the 15th, St Swithin’s Day, and we’re bearing the consequences until at least mid-August so say the forecasters
Can we all work on tickets ?
Right, Caz? Sort of a Tumnus fellow! I’ll try to send you some heat from here, as we have it to SPARE. Tennis today? Dreadful!
Oh, Kristen! I am drooling over so many things in this most recent blog- food, flowers, water balloons, and Peach Guy, Tyson… he has a real name! The bell ringing is so impressive! Sounds like your summer at Red Gate Farm is is off to a great start! Enjoy and stay cool.
Karen, I’ll try to follow up today with another winning blog post!