Funny things – gooseberries. They bring back memories of scratchy bushes in the garden when I was a child, and horrid sour and bitty fruit lurking under crumble in childhood Sunday lunches.
This year we have a large crop of the pink variety on our allotment. They look prettier than the green variety, with their translucent pink skins and delicate veins. But the bushes are still prickly and awkward to pick, and the pink fruits still have tenacious green tails and twiggy tops. Not to mention bristly hair on the tough skin. Suck the insides and their tartly sweet distinctive flavour is released, but then there is another downer – seeds, stick-in-the-teeth type seeds.
So what to do with this troublesome pink harvest?
Cook, squash, and sieve….
Add sugar and boil.
And I’m hoping the resulting pouring syrup will be good on ice cream or yoghurt.
No seeds, no skins, no tails, no bristles – well here’s hoping anyway…
My son is now rescued from hospital and his “key holes” are healing, my jet lag is clearing and it is lovely to not have to think of returning to work! I have been enjoying a great summer holiday read. Acts and Omissions by Catherine Fox. No you can’t get it on Amazon, yet. Because it’s not finished. I discovered her from a link on the Greenbelt Festival line up.
She has several books published already but this is a novel she is writing in weekly installments. I read all the 27 chapters so far in one sitting, absolutely hooked and enjoying all the characters. Now I have to wait for the rest…. ! It is a funny, honest and perceptive unfolding story. Have a read for yourself …
I also enjoyed her parallel blog Close Encounters explaining about herself and the process of her writing. She is a great example of “write what you know”. Her life experiences are very different from mine, but there are so many resonances when someone is writing honestly about human feelings.
You can hear her talking at a past Greenbelt Festival about the process of writing a novel.
“The naked vicar’s wife – the art of cooking up fiction”
I am now wondering why I haven’t come across her before! I am looking forward to reading one of her earlier books which I have requested from the local library. Can’t wait!
Life is just a bowl of cherries. The title of this song from the 1930s has been going round in my head as we picked cherries from our tree. So I looked up the lyric here ….interesting and a good reminder…
Back from our Canadian and US holiday I find myself contemplating the interesting phenomenon of returning home from an amazing trip, thinking that the fun and excitement of the adventure and journey is over, only to discover further challenges abound at home. Not just the jet lag, unpacking, washing, weeds in the driveway and overgrown lawn, but far more importantly one poor son, having emergency surgery for appendicitis in an east London hospital!!
Bags unpacked, some washing done, and lawn now mown, but son Ben is still languishing, albeit recovering, in London Royal Hospital Whitechapel. He was taken ill up there while doing some lecturing, and ended up missing his planned holiday. Thank you to all of you who are visiting him, or keeping his spirits up in other ways.
And in the meantime there are home pleasures too as we enjoy bowls of luscious cherries, sugarsnap peas, first sweet little courgettes ripening in the warm sunny weather, and we sleep off our jet lag in our own beds.
Yes, life is just a bowl of cherries indeed, sweet flesh, and hard pits too….
Our last day of our holiday in beautiful British Columbia is a gentle one of packing, online checkins and last minute shopping. We eat lunch in Wendel’s, famous coffee house and bookstore on the corner in Fort Langley, busier these days than when we first used to stay here.
Later we drive to visit a strange little art gallery in Mission, with a couple of great pieces of fabric art by Judith Hurley. No information about the artist but interesting work.
We eat out for dinner at Rowena’s at Harrison Mills, overlooking the golf course and the Harrison River, lovely setting and great food.
Then back to Fort Langley and sun set over the Fraser River. Beautiful sights, and not a few biting mosquitos!