June’s glories
Speaking of naughty, how naughty is it of me to go nearly a MONTH without blogging? Here’s my dilemma: it’s twofold.
For one thing, life has been overflowing with activity lately — theatre, ringing, cooking, travelling, art! And I hope I’ve learned the lesson that if I don’t make an effort more frequently to memorialise all the wonderful, exciting adventures given to us every day, the memories will pass us by.
And so: June!
The sign above was a very funny warning about the Globe’s most recent staging of my favorite Shakespeare play, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” This particular interpretation was placed in the “Hoxton Hipster” moment of modern life, with skinny jeans and lip balm, pouty teenagers and a truly heartwarming Puck. Most memorably, the relationship between Demetrius and Helena is turned into his relationship with Helenus! Both modern and touching, this clever alteration worked beautifully. As always, the Globe was feverish with excitement.
Then too, the ringers of my new tower have been on our summer outing, for reasons too complicated to explain called the “Christmas Outing.” Of 2013, or perhaps 2014, I don’t remember, but in any case, the scenes of ringing and laughter in the gorgeous countryside of Hampshire were memorable. How many ringers does it take to hold up a medieval bridge?
We had a wonderful time, ringing in towers of three bells, six bells, eight bells, ten bells!
And because bell ringers can be wonderful people on more than one level at a time, my lovely friend Eva has come home from her family holiday with a new cookbook for me, filled with many tempting dishes.
I’ve made one so far, an incredibly simple, tasty dish of pork tenderloins. For this recipe, you can either buy ready-butchered tenderloins, or you can do as I did and buy cheaper loin pork chops and cut off the bones, and make stock from them.
Hungarian Pork Chops (Tordai lacipecsenye)
(serves 4)
4 pork tenderloin chops
1 tsp/5 grams sweet paprika
6 tbsps/40 grams plain flour
1 tsp/5 grams sea salt
fresh black pepper
3 tbsps pork fat/duck fat/butter
Place the chops on a cutting board one by one. Cover each chop with plastic wrap and pound with a heavy spoon or mallet until thin.
Mix the paprika and flour, salt and pepper on a shallow dish. Dredge the flattened chops in this mixture and set aside.
Melt the fat in a large frying pan until very hot, and place chops in a single layer. Cook until just cooked through (pink pork is safe now, by the way), perhaps 2 minutes per side. Drain and enjoy.
We needed to keep up our strength because life includes Avery and all the excitement of her life, even though she’s a bit far away now. Thank goodness for texts like this one!
Can you just imagine the thrill of walking along in Oxford and finding the divine Shaun Evans filming “Endeavour” in your street? Well, Avery can. She was incredibly gracious to relax her normal dignity and ask for this photo, just for her silly mum. I have enjoyed looking at it more than I can say!
And because life is a series of constant surprises, look who I ran into over the weekend in Mayfair? Seriously.
He remembered Avery very well! (As who wouldn’t.) “Best of luck to her in her exams!” he said graciously, in a gorgeous Liverpool accent that came as a surprise, even though Avery had warned me. He certainly plays “Oxford” very convincingly on the telly.
Sigh. I’m verklemt just thinking about it. Do you believe in coincidences? Or was this pre-ordained? What was I doing in that street, anyway? Well, that’s easy. It was the Dorothy L. Sayers Society’s walk through the locations near Piccadilly that feature in the novels. Oh, to live in London!
If I had to choose between London and Oxford, which would I choose? Luckily I don’t have to, for the next two years or so at least, because we are lucky enough that Avery doesn’t mind if we descend on her occasionally for a hotly-anticipated visit. With The Cat.
“We are not travelling with a cat,” John objected feebly, but even he knew that if it would make Avery happy in these stressful times leading to exams, we would do it. And in true Tacy style, she travelled beautifully and enjoyed every minute of her adventure.
Friends came from far and wide to have an audience with our tortie. It was a completely heavenly afternoon, one to remember.
It took Tacy some time to recover from the excitement.
Can I interest you in a baking project? As you know, I’ve long been of the opinion that I don’t like to bake: I didn’t think I liked following instructions, measuring or being exact. But the fact is, other people — namely my doormen, and my fellow ringers! — love baked goods. I confess I’m becoming a fan of making sweet things, if not of eating them. And I DO follow instructions.
(serves at least 8, or 12 if very small portions)
It’s always a joy to share treats in the ringing chamber, because they’re a very appreciative audience as you can see.
Because one can never ring enough, I made a special trip back to Barnes to ring with my old, precious band. Simply heaven.
From there it was onto a deeply appreciative chat over coffee with darling Trisha, lunch with my much-missed lovely friend Elizabeth, and a quick trip with her to the local bookshop where we were joined by Maddie, lately of St Andrews! I extracted a hug, and this beautiful photo. How I miss living just down the road from them.
And of course there was a double-trouble haircut that couldn’t missed. Angus went first.
Freddie had waited patiently, and finally it was his turn.
I will never forget the kindness Claire has always shown to me, sharing her boys whenever I need them.
As a reward for their good behavior, Claire and I took them to the local paddling pool, where I was far too occupied helping her keep them safe to take a picture! Simply adorable.
I finally repaired to a local cafe for a much-needed glass of bubbly with my yoga friend Adelaide, where by this time I was too exhausted to take a picture. We sat over our drinks, reminiscing about our years together when Barnes was home for me. There is no place quite so peaceful, or beautiful.
But I couldn’t pretend to live there anymore. All during the train ride I dreamt of that bucolic past.
And then was thrilled to be home once again. Because it is, Bankside.
The real news in our little neck of the London woods has been, of course, the grand (and protracted!) opening of the Tate Modern Extension, now known as Switch House. Remember what the site looked like when we moved here in October? “It will never, ever be ready in June,” we said, shaking our heads.
Oh, the mess, the noise we lived with.
Even in March, we were still highly skeptical. You can see why.
But it happened. Suddenly overnight, there was perfect grass sod, there were perfect pavements, there were steps and doorways and a very appealing view in general.
The opening extended over several exciting days. We ourselves were invited for “Friends and Neighbours,” then 3000 schoolchildren descended, as you can see! Then what we could describe only as “Famous and Rich People Night.” We hung over a railing and watched the crowd arrive. Grayson Perry!
One evening, we strolled around the corner of the building on our after-supper neighborhood walk, to find our lovely friend Gustavo gesturing wildly out his open window, opposite the Tate. “Come up for bubbly!” he shouted! So we did, of course. Gustavo’s invitations are never to be turned down, quite simply because he’s the happiest person I know, and he shares it with everyone.
We popped in again for a DJ evening, thereby bringing up the average age in the building by about 20 years.
And then one night, quite late after John was already asleep, the heavens opened upon the crowds trying to leave the Tate. Oh, the fun of seeing and hearing our street below transformed from a bleak construction site into a gloriously chaotic scene of honking taxis and screaming wet people!
Of course it’s not all about the crowds, or the architecture. The art is stunning! This piece by Ai Weiwei never disappoints, and I’ve seen it now a half dozen times. We just walk through for fun, every day.
And then this happened. Police horses? Indoors? Directing human traffic?
Of course it was performance art!
It’s a real thrill just to pop over after lunch with visiting friends, this time my childhood friend Brent with his lovely friend Kate, on the 10th floor observatory. The view behind us is actually a reflection!
I’m going to leave you with one more recipe, again courtesy of my friend Eva who scored these incredible scallops at Borough Market for me. Into my head popped a combination of flavors, and oh my, these were incredible. With John’s perfect KitchenAid mashed potatoes, we were in heaven.
Sumac and Turmeric Seared Scallops
(serves 4)
20 large scallops
1 tbsp semolina
1 tsp very good salt
1 tsp fresh ground pepper
2 tsps ground sumac
2 tsps ground turmeric
3 tbsps very good butter (I used Echire, a present from Gustavo)
Clean the scallops well, removing the tough muscle from the side and carefully peeling away any membrane.
In a flat plate, mix together the semolina and seasonings. Dip each scallop in this mixture on both sides and set aside.
Melt butter in a very large frying pan, until it stops foaming. Quickly lay the scallops in, in a single layer, and cook for about a minute. In the same order in which you placed them, turn over each scallop to cook on the other side, again for about a minute, or until pressure from your finger yields the consistency you like. We err on just seared, assuming the scallops are incredibly fresh as mine were.
Serve hot and drizzle over a bit of the spiced butter.
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And that’s been our June. I promise faithfully to be a better, more frequent correspondent! Facebook does not a blog post make — it’s the memories that count.
I can assure all those reading this post that the scallops are a huge winner!
xJ
The thing is, John, the scallop/mash combination is so amazing that I can almost taste it from the photo.
me, fork poised
Thanks, you two — my best customers, really! :)
Kristin — I finally figured it out: you are a joy magnet! Thanks for letting me peek! [Would love to have a nice chat about Brexit and Trump some day, but that might repel joy…] xx
Oh, Work, isn’t life looking complicated and a little harder to locate joy in, just now? Brexit and Trump… but yes, I’d welcome a chat as always.