Jubilee bells and a birthday
Life has been a whirlwind here in London, with all the excitement that usually fills October (Halloween!) and early November (Avery’s birthday!). But this year of course, there have been a couple of tiny little events — oh, nothing really to speak of — that have added to the frenetic nature of the last few weeks.
Let me explain.
As many of you know, Avery’s school puts on a Christmas Fair as a fundraiser to contribute to scholarships and charity, once every two years. I used to wonder why it wasn’t every year, as it’s so much fun! Gorgeous decorations, festive food and drink, tons of stalls full of tempting gifts, Christmas carols around every corner. How celebratory! What fun!
Yes, well, that was in the halcyon days before John took over as Chairman of the Fair. Now our entire family fully understands why perhaps the Fair ought to be just once in a decade! John in particular and to some extent Avery and I too have been consumed by the Fair business for months. It will take place a week from tomorrow and if we all survive the day, you may look to your window to see if a porker is airborne. It is SO much work!
Now, four years ago in advance of the day, I fell down the steps and sprained my ankle. So I was given the stultifying job of manning the used books and DVDs stall. For FOUR HOURS. Children slept nearby on piles of coats, someone brought me a sandwich. But I never saw the Fair: the hilarious staff pantomime, the girls busking for change with their violin concerts in hallways, the gorgeous decorations. Then two years ago, I was put in charge of the entry desk. For four hours I stood in the freezing wind coming in the enormous front doors, cajoling and chivvying cheap people to part with £3 in order to get in. I never saw the Fair, just shivered in the autumnal afternoon.
This year I along with another mother am in charge of — guess what — the food! Smoked salmon sandwiches, Prosecco, cupcakes and brownies, pizza, sausages, shepherd’s pie, mulled wine! I am gathering up piles of tacky Christmas garlands, lights in the shape of cranberries, bunting and candles. In eight days it will all be over, for another two years. Rest assured I shall report all the glorious details to you!
In the meantime, of course, Halloween has come and gone.
She looks blooming here, but poor Avery was still recovering from her school trip to Sicily, which culminated in a return-travel day of food poisoning! Everyone was felled, teachers included, on a day of coach journey, airplane journey, more coach journey, finally to arrive at school in the wee hours of the morning, to picked up by me: DRIVING! Aren’t you glad you were blamelessly asleep and not out there on the road, with me. But she had had a wonderful time on the trip, until then.
And of course we carved pumpkins, or at least Avery designed pumpkins and John and I carved them!
And then before we could say boo, it was Avery’s 16th birthday. I was like peas on a hot shovel, waiting to give Avery her present: a dozen cupcakes, made by a local baker with perfect, precise, beautiful icing representing twelve of Avery’s favorite books.
John and I arranged everything at a lovely neighborhood hotel, and waited for Avery and several of her friends to walk over from school in the blustery autumnal air. It was so hard to wait! “Are you coming?” I text. “On our way!” she replies.
Would she like them? Did we choose the right books? Was it enough of a celebration for a milestone birthday? We needn’t have worried. She LOVED them. They all did. Such wonderful girls. I think we’ll be able to preserve the tops of the cupcakes somehow. I hope so.
And then the following night it was her real present: an evening at “Twelfth Night,” an all-male cast starring Mark Rylance and the heavenly, divine Stephen Fry! You must go if you can get a ticket.
“Yellow stockings!” What a wonderful comedy. To think I played Viola in college. I couldn’t remember a single line!
And that was Avery’s birthday. How proud we are of the kind, intelligent, quirky, sophisticated, and truly lovely person she has grown into. Happy Birthday!
Election Day came. We stayed up all night! Till the final result came in! We simply could not, however, stay awake for the concession and victory speeches, which had to wait until poor Avery had slogged through her school day and I had lumbered around like a dead thing staring into space here at home. But the result was worth the wait and we have the President we love, back for Four More Years. Here’s hoping that America can keep him safe and sound for him to do his job.
The whole event, the endless summer political arguments back home, the close monitoring of the atmosphere there once we returned to London, the puzzlement of our British friends as to the lunacy of the entire process: exhausting! I cannot imagine actually surviving being a candidate, let along trying to be a candidate whilst also trying to run the United States of America. Thank goodness it’s all over, but the three of us crept around for several days after our all-nighter, feeling like dead things!
And as if all that hasn’t been enough excitement, I have had a massive bellringing adventure! As you may know from my many blitherings about bell ringing, the community of ringers in the southwest of London is close-knit and mutually supportive. We race from Fulham to Barnes to Chiswick to Richmond, practicing together when we can, ringing for each other’s services, weddings, funerals and Quarter Peals. As Hillary Clinton has said, “It takes a village!” We all depend upon each other.
So it was particularly pleasing to have an adventure together, an outing to celebrate our community of ringers. Such was our October experience at St James Garlickhythe, in the heart of the City of London, to ring the famed Jubilee Bells!
These eight gorgeous new bells were cast at Whitechapel Foundry in the months approaching Her Majesty the Queen’s Golden Jubilee this summer. They then made their way to a purpose-built tower in a warehouse in Kent, at Edenbridge, Fircroft, where they were installed and tested. From there they were transferred to the barge “Ursula Katherine” to be part of the Queen’s Jubilee Flotilla in June, where a Quarter Peal was rung on the River Thames.
The eight beauties were then taken by water to the church of St James Garlickhythe where they hang now, replacing the old 17th century bells.
Our merry band of ringers from Fulham, St Mary’s Richmond, and Barnes — some of us (myself) quite silent in intimidation and fear of ringing such venerable bells! — climbed the three dozen or so steps into the new ringing chamber on the evening of October 23, hosted by Eddie Hartley, Tower Captain at All Saints Fulham, who has also been instrumental in teaching many of us at St Mary’s Barnes to ring.
We were welcomed by Dickon Love, Captain of the Royal Jubilee Bellringers and Tower Captain at St Magnus the Martyr, as well as being responsible for the ringing of all the bells in the City of London.
He spoke to us through an ingenious trap door in the floor of the new ringing chamber (there is an old ringing floor 4 feet below the current floor, Dickon explains), encouraging us to enjoy ourselves and the bells, before shutting the door and leaving us to our adventures.
I cannot say that I covered myself in glory! The nerves were simply incredible, to have the privilege of ringing those beautiful bells. I was scared to death! A lovely ringer from Fulham took me under his wing, standing behind me to help me keep my place.
For some odd reason, the more difficult the challenge, the better I did. “Plain Hunt On Seven” is my latest hurdle, and thank goodness it went beautifully, because the sound had nowhere to hide, in those ancient walls, floating out over those ancient streets. What a beautiful experience.
With all this drama, of course I have also been in the kitchen. My beloved HandPicked Nation website continues to keep me busy, reporting from my beloved adopted country whatever foodie ideas might be entertaining. The latest? Watercress!
Did you know it has more calcium than milk, more Vitamin C than oranges? And it tastes so good!
After an entire week of buying, cooking, eating and having Avery photograph more watercress than I could have imagined existed, the article has gone off. The standout recipes after all this experimenting? Well, there’s Watercress Salad with Beetroot, Ham and Stilton (delicious combination), and Watercress and Hazelnut Pesto. Peppery, intensely green, it’s my new favorite leaf. Move over, rocket! But the best dish? Visit your fishmonger, break out the deep-fryer, and give this a whirl.
Nobu-Inspired Shrimp Tempura with Creamy Spicy Sauce on Watercress
(serves four)
1 1/2 pounds raw shrimp, cut into bite-sized piece, or rock shrimp
about 1/2 cup tempura batter mix
enough ice-cold water to make thick batter
oil for deep-frying
several handfuls fresh watercress, washed and spun dry
for sauce:
1 egg yolk
½ teaspoons sea salt
couple grinds of fresh white or black pepper
1 teaspoon rice vinegar
100 ml grapeseed oil (or other very mildly flavored oil)
2 tbsps chili garlic sauce
several shakes Tabasco, to taste
juice of 1/2 lemon
fresh minced chives
First, make the sauce:
This sauce is basically a flavored homemade mayonnaise, so simply follow the procedure for mayo and add flavors to taste. Nobu’s recipe does not include Tabasco or lemon juice, but to me, shrimp without lemon is… strange! Whisk together the egg yolk, mirin, salt and pepper. Now very gradually whisk in the oil until fully emulsified. Then add the flavorings to your taste, making it as spicy as you like. Set aside at room temperature.
Heat the oil until ready to fry, then dip the shrimp in the tempura batter and fry for about a minute or until golden brown. Toss the fried shrimp in the creamy spicy sauce and serve in individual bowls, on beds of watercress, and top with chives.
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This dish is simply heavenly: if you eat it straight away, the shrimp are quite a magical combination of slightly crisp and yet bathed in the spicy sauce. Of course it isn’t quite the celestial experience of paying gazillions of dollars or pounds to get it at Nobu, but there was something wonderful about being able to recreate the complex flavors, at home.
Home. It’s having to provide a haven these days with such busy times. Watch this space for reports of… the Fair! If we survive. Ho, ho, ho!
Kristen,
Those cupcakes are to die for! I’m straining to see the titles. Can you provide a list? Soooo curious.
I want to go to the Christmas fair. Prosecco? Yes, please.
The best of writers make master painters jealous with envy. The words transform the canvas pages, and bring the reader to some place that’s both magic and home. Thanks for another lovely trip away — much appreciated :)
Oh, I wish I could come to the fair! Nothing like an English school fair, and this one sounds like the queen of them all. In fact I was just thinking about those school fairs, because my daughter’s school had a parents’ evening recently and my husband and I had still forgotten that of course they don’t have alcohol at a school event in the US! So no prosecco for us…
Let’s see, Katherine: Fahrenheit 451, Making History, 1984, Betsy-Tacy-Tib, The History of MI5, The Mysterious Benedict Society, The Hunger Games, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Good Omens, Here Lies, Operation Mincemeat! Did I get all 12? We could have done 36 without blinking an eye, but couldn’t afford it! Sarah, you make me cry. Thank you. Work, it IS funny about all the alcohol at British school affairs! Although apparently last time we didn’t sell much so we’re scaling back. :)
Coordinating the Christmas Fair at Avery’s school has secured John a permanent spot on my laminated card. Wow! How can we be old enough to have 16-year old daughters, Kristen?!
I know it, Karen, 16! How is it possible. Will pass along your laminated card news to John who will welcome it with open arms!