There was a sleepless night – we call it “hover sleep” here in Bootville, that kind of sleep where you’re not really asleep, not quite awake, but oh so aware that dawn is creeping closer and closer. Followed by another early morning, grad year interview – intense occasions after which I can always think of much better ways I could have answered their questions.
The rest of the day needed to move slowly, gently .. with a good dose of uplifting. And, as is so often the case, such balm was found in the warmth of my kitchen, a little green machine that hums like an old Hornby train set, and a table scattered with fabric.
:: late winter always means pyramids of lovely, juicy oranges – the perfect time for some marmalade brewing. I’m following a Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall recipe which calls for a good overnight soaking. Slowly, slowly …
:: not so slowly enjoying yesterday’s Nigel Slater’s marmalade loaf baked into cupcakes – with sultanas because everything tastes extra yummy with sultanas
:: my first pickling efforts – using Andrea Chesman’s “Pickled Pantry” – my cabbage has been soaking for a few hours after mashing the salt in with my fingers – it’s almost time to add the next ingredients …
:: a new cast iron pot – bigger than the last! perfect for slowing cooking a lovely joint – pork, beef, turkey – as long as it’s hot and flavoursome I don’t mind. But first – this new pot needs a nice slow curing.
:: this season’s first posy of jasmine – slowly, slowly spring is tiptoeing in
:: savouring a thick and frothy hot cocoa after school – and still, after all these years, spending our afternoon tea debating Snape’s virtue. He is hands down my favourite Harry Potter character – alas, Abby will never see it my way :-)
:: things are moving slowly on the kitchen table – it’s looked like this since Friday – but the work has been nonstop!
:: there’s only one way all these little seams come together and that’s slowly …
… but oh so pleasing.