last London joys before I go
John spent yesterday on a tour of Brutalist architecture at Cambridge University — and you thought BELLRINGING was an esoteric passion! — and came upon this building, future academic home of our daughter, she hopes. How else can she combine her sick imagination with her keen judge of character AND knowledge of Russian? All she has to do is get into Cambridge.
While he was absorbing the breezeblock and tiny pinched horizontal windows which are his delight, Avery was sleeping until 11, as befits a hardworking future spy, and I, I was ringing my first rounds! This means, for the uninitiated, that I took my place for the first time among my fellow five ringers, and upon a signal from the first bell to ring, we all rang in downward-tune succession, each bell in its place, with proper timing between the blows. SCARY! To hear the result of my ringing spreading out over the village, keeping my place as fourth in succession, over and over. I wish I could tell you how it sounds.
And it went PERFECTLY. I stayed in my place, my teacher having told me before we began, “Just you follow whatever Giles does. When you see him begin to pull, YOU pull, because that’s just the space of time needed between bells. Don’t obsess, don’t panic, just follow whatever Giles does.” “That sounds like a terrible idea,” joked Giles in his turn!
It was beyond exhilarating to take my place, finally to serve the purpose that all these lessons have led to. Ultimately, when I get a bit more practice, I can ring the “call to service” with my fellows.
HEAVEN! The only thing I couldn’t do was to stop on time! In order to stop, you must get your bell right to the top of the balance so it STAYS. It’s harder than it sounds to do, and I’m afraid the village was treated to the sound of my bell ringing at least four times alone, after everyone else had competently “stood down.” It will come! Details. I can’t describe the sense of accomplishment, and of camaraderie, that I felt when my bell was finally set and everyone applauded! How lucky I am to have found these people to guide me along the way.
“We couldn’t have you going off to America without knowing how to ring rounds,” my tutor Edmund said stoutly. “But they’re not expecting me to!“I said, laughing. “Well, now you’ll surprise them.”
This was the scene, last week, at the final social event for the lovely group of parents at Avery’s school who work together to keep little extras around the place going. I represent Lost Property, of course (in all I do, in fact, my heavy responsibilities are never far from my mind), John has been in charge of all official mailings to parents about our activities, and then there are the Ladies Who Arrange Flowers, the Ladies Who Arrange Theatre Outings To Raise Money, and so on. We gather every summer term to gossip, say goodbye to the outgoing head of our group, and to eat delicious food in someone’s beautiful conservatory, as you see.
I took a salad of heritage tomatoes, fresh artichoke hearts and burrata, that creamiest of all possible mozzarellas, with a simple dressing of lemon juice and super-intense olive oil. But that was the least of the offerings. Elspeth, the hostess, had made a salad of cold basmati rice and poached chicken, a tart of spinach and feta cheese with pinenuts, and especially for me, celeriac enthusiast, a salad of the shredded celery root with tomatoes, whole grain mustard and white wine vinegar. When I make it, I will share the recipe.
But a suggestion I can give you, for these hot summer days, is a platter of crunchy baguette slices, topped with anything and everything that takes your fancy.
These little delights were topped with mozzarella and goats cheese for Avery, and that plus avocado slices, halved tiny tomatoes, fresh homemade pesto, and our savoury favorite: anchovies mashed with butter and simmered until liquid. That mixture is simply the ultimate in umami, that mysterious, savoury “fifth flavor” that is so much the rage these days.
This is the perfect meal for a hot, HOT day when your Aga is still heating up the kitchen because you can’t bear to turn it off. All you have to do is toast the baguette slices, melt the butter and anchovies, and then BACK AWAY from the stove and assemble your little bites in cool comfort, somewhere far from the heat.
Thank goodness the heat broke for my day with Bee, a virtual friend who, until Wednesday, I had known only by her brilliantly thoughtful and inspiring blog, “From the Desk of Bee Drunken.” As you will see when you begin to read her insightful and moving posts, I was very, very excited to meet her finally, in person. We made a plan to find each other at La Fromagerie, simply the best of all possible cheesemongers, in Marylebone. And from the moment we met, it was love at first sight! Our “hello” quickly turned into a warm hug, which the morphed into a five-hour conversation that did not begin to make a dent in what we had to say to each other.
We closed down the coffee service at La Fromagerie, and meandered down the High Street to Le Relais de Venise, the best spot for steak frites in the world outside Paris — Bee is a Texan, and she knows her steak — and proceeded to close THEM down as well, talking with feverish glee. I had taken along my camera to get an image of her, but we were far too busy for me to remember to do it! We discussed the joys of writing, the joys of daughters, our many moves around the world, our favorite books. Would you believe we share two favorite authors, neither of them well-known! We both believe the novels of Laurie Colwin to be the apogee of fiction, and the memoirs of Anne Morrow Lindbergh to be the highest level of the genre to be found. “When I find out someone loves Laurie Colwin,” Bee said, “it’s not that I know I will LIKE the person, but I know we will meet on a very important level.”
But we DID like each other! There is an irreplaceable joy in discovering a new soulmate.
As important as sharing a happy afternoon filled with laughter, though, is the knowledge that I have another ally in this perplexing business of living. When life throws me the occasional day of despair, of inexplicable loneliness, or unnameable dread, when even the company of my beloved family cannot quite lift my gloom, I am so often saved by reaching to one of the girlfriends I cherish. So often, their blend of humor, empathy, energy and love lifts me up. I am so lucky that in Bee, I have one more friend in my arsenal.
This knowledge makes life a little more delicious, and mixed with a little fresh pesto, I am all set.
Fresh Pesto
(serves four as sauce for starter with pasta)
4 cups loosely packed whole fresh basil leaves
¾ cup extra virgin olive oil
juice ½ lemon
3 tbsps pine nuts
3 tbsps grated pecorino or Parmesan cheese
2 cloves garlic, roughly chopped
pinch sea salt to taste
Place all ingredients in food processor and blend till smooth, taking care to scrape the pesto away from the sides of the processor to incorporate all bits.
This pesto is equally good as a dressing for tomato salad with mozzarella, or drizzled over a white fish like cod, sea bream, sea bass or lemon sole. Try adding a spoonful to any vinaigrette. It is lovely treated like a salsa verde and served alongside grilled pork, beef or lamb. Stir some into mashed potatoes for the side dish of your life.
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To think that a week from today I’ll be at my mother’s house in Indianapolis, far away from the exotic cheeses and bells and school events of London. A few days after that, I will be happily ensconced in my little dormered house in Connecticut, looking out at the big red barn, making American plans, seeing American friends and family, in a different world, really. I am ready for the break, actually. I will spend the summer reflecting on all the joys of London life. See you there.
shhhhh, you’ve ruined my future career ;)
:) Luckily I have a very small and discreet readership.
Dear Kristen,
I’m so pleased for you re: the bell-ringing success!
How wonderful to feel that you are getting the hang (swing?) of it, and feeling part of the group.
Reading about our day gave me a glow of pleasure again. Didn’t the five hours pass quickly? Usually we have to rely on chance, proximity or family for friendship. How wonderful to think that blogging is a way of finding our “people” — the soul-mate ones.
xx
A totally lovely glowing day, Bee. I feel very lucky. Whatever anyone might say — and people do! — about the dissolution of true human contact because of the internet, I will always hold up friendships like ours as a rebuttal. And I ALWAYS wanted to use “rebuttal” in a sentence!
xxx
Im trying to catch up on my Blog reading!
Very Excited to see you all these years later. Can’t wait to join you for dinner. Will we get to meet your dear Jon or sweet Avery too?
Janis, next time Avery and John will come with me! Can’t wait to see you. :)
You do have a gift for turning a phrase, m’dear. “this perplexing business of living” indeed. I hope that your US summer travels (what another ex-pat friend used to call “the Partridge family travelling bus”) bring you well deserved happiness, and moments of joy.
And to quote an increasingly favrite author: “This knowledge makes life a little more delicious, and mixed with a little fresh pesto, I am all set.”
xx
Sarah, thank you so much… I am happily, if exhaustedly, beginning to enjoy my Connecticut summer. Life can certainly BE puzzling, I find. Having you understand helps. xx
Kristen, it is so interesting that you mentioned the diaries of Anne Morrow Lindbergh. I too have read them. As a mid-western and particularly a Michigander, I have to confess that I was taken aback by her harsh views of us in “War Within and Without.” During her stay in Michigan, I wish she had taken the opportunity to travel throughout our state to soak in the beauty of it. I dare to venture that she would have found that the Lake Michigan shoreline and the small towns that dot the coast would have equaled the beauty she found in Maine and Martha’s Vineyard.
Just left a comment for you, Jo, totally agreeing with your assessment of AML and the midwest: she should have given us a chance!
Hi Rena, what a fabulous card and so cleevr. I love your thinking behind this so very original. Beautiful warm summer colours and beautifully crafted. Thank you so much for sharing with us at Get Creative and good luck.Marie
With your hands so full, I am sure you’ll have lots of great tales and tips to share. I look forward to rnaeidg your posts and to checking out your personal blog more, too.