It’s been about two weeks now that my family have been in lock-down. We are hardly social at the best of times, so the enforced distancing, in our very rural neck of the woods, has meant very little to us. In fact, considering what is going on around the entire world, our lives here are embarassingly pleasant and trouble-free.
Oh don’t get me wrong, there have been some problems: the shops are out of the gin that The Author and I prefer, and we have resorted to a gin with fewer juniper notes. (I know!) And the lack of school for the kids (now actually all teenagers in various degrees of hormonal angst) means that The Author and I have to force them to go outside in the sunshine, otherwise I think they would moulder away with their phones in their withered hands. Continue reading →
The Son, who is nothing if not consistent, gets up every single morning for an unvarying routine of cereal and a copy of Asterix or TinTin. For the past month, he has added to his early repertoire the question, “Why is it so dark?”
There is no mistake: we are in the bleak midwinter.
Today was exceptionally dark, due to the clouds that covered what little rays of sun were peeping over our eastern field. But it’s not all gloomy.
The hedgerows are valiantly holding onto the last colour of the season. The tips of this past year’s hazel shoots are spangled with golden leaves which glow in the morning mist. In the late afternoon, before the sun dips below the horizon, these wavy gold-tipped branches – swaying above the denuded ash, blackthorn, may, and rowan – are beautiful, and unexpected.
Lately it seems that the kids have a pact to make sure that one or the other or all three is in a strop and possibly screaming. I chalk it up to hormones burgeoning and school work taking its toll, but that knowledge doesn’t change the misery. Despite their clamouring to be alone, and firm declarations of loathing for the others, the three of them seem to purposely seek each other out with the sole intention of torturing themselves, and in the process, their parents. The Author and I have tried all sorts of tactics, but the one that works best is –– oh wait, nothing works best. Continue reading →
Today has been one of those brilliant days when the sky is azure, the sun is shining, and high tide is at 3:00, perfect for our favourite beach. I know this because, while I was at work, The Author took the three kids and visiting cousins there. They spent the day picnicking, frolicking, swimming, and collecting pebbles and driftwood.
I spent the day cooking.
This evening, I arrived home first, and then the beach-goers arrived. They all piled out of the car, sticky with ice cream and smelling intoxicatingly of Continue reading →
I could eat this straight from the bowl, but for decorum’s sake, I put it on my black bean fritters…
Here are some facts: David Sanchez is a PhD student at Schumacher. He is from a tiny village called La Estancia, in Jalisco, Mexico. His family own a ranch where they grow beans and corn which they sell or barter. And his mum, Aurora, is an amazing cook – I haven’t met her, or tasted food from her kitchen, but I know this because I have tasted food made to her recipes, and I am hooked. Continue reading →