A Brit girl living in Penn's Woods, with an Off-Grid Cottage in the North Country. For lovers of gardening, books, crochet, teatime, travel, most of all kindred spirits.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Indian Summer
We also call Autumn, Fall here in the States. I think it's the only English speaking country that does call it Fall, oh! maybe Canada? Maybe a Canadian reader can answer that for me!
After a wet September, it is lovely to have this beautiful weather, before winter sets in. I can say that we usually do get an Indian Summer and it's great, because it gives you time to do all those outside jobs, especially in the garden, that you did not get to before.
Here are some photos of an Organic Farm and shop not too far from us, plus a little village.
Autumn is my favourite time of year here.
The Muffin Disaster
At first we were going to make another batch, but we did not have all the ingredients, so on a brain wave by mum, in the theory of "waste not, want not" we were able to salvage about two thirds of the mix, and were able to cook eight muffins.
A little dirt never hurt anyone.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
A Slice of Organic Life, By Sheherazade Goldsmith

There are projects for everyone, however big or small your endeavor is to live organically. Take a look at it. And if you'd like to purchase it, you may find it through Lil Bit Brit Book Shop at Amazon.

Printable Seed Packets
http://www.allfreeprintables.com/garden/seed-packets.shtml
I just wanted to leave you with this link, for printable seed packets. They are so sweet. A friend told me about the site and I thought that you might like to know about it too.
Christy
Rearranging my garden before winter sets in.

The boy and I cleaned up the pile of old wood that was sitting here, that's now near my back door to use in the fire. Bo dug the hole, which was no mean feat, as the Northern Oak is huge and has a far reach when it comes to it's root system.
This is my mandevilla vine which I took in off the patio. It fills up the whole doorway in my Simla Room. I'm hoping that I can nurse it through the winter, but I never seem to do well with plants indoors. It seemed such a shame though to let it freeze.
You may ask, "The Simla Room?" Well after I watched the series "The Jewel In The Crown", which was written by Paul Scott and is a quartet of books, called The Raj Quartet, I just loved the views of Simla in the Himalayas and all the Indian culture that goes with it, so this room is filled with many Indian pieces and what I deem suits into my idea of this. It's very eclectic, my place to sit and read, spend quiet time, look out of the window, watch the butterflies and hummingbirds on my butterfly bush, wish I saw more of the latter and sit with my faithful Himalayan pud, Tinkerbell.
Christy
Saturday, October 11, 2008
100th Post Winner
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Medieval Britain and The Tudors
Cookes with theire newe conceytes, choppynge, stampynge and gryndynge
Many new curries alle day they ar contryvynge - John Russell
1066 changed not only the politics and the language of Britain, but the very face of authority, now clean-shaven.
Ale barm was so vital that is was sometimes know as godisgoode.
In the twelfth century, a pound of pepper cost the equivalent to two or three weeks land labour.
Peacocks were used as center pieces, more for display than taste, as many said the meat was stringy. To emphasise social power through magnificent display; more than a hundred of them were presented at the installation feast for Archbishop Nevill of York in 1467.
Saffron was a costly statement, with more than 50,000 hand-harvested crocus flowers needed for each pound of dried stamens. The fields around Saffron Walden in Essex must have been a mirage of colour.
By Chaucer's time a sucking pig bought blind at market in a closed bag was already know as 'a pig in a poke' - or a shot in the dark, since its quality could not be inspected.
The old term messe for 'a dish' remains in the mess halls of the army and the expression to 'mess food about'.
Scullions might have made their beds on the kitchen floor, but these rooms cooled fast and Norman laws ruled that all embers had to be covered at night with 'couvre feus, or curfews'.
Stiff quince pasted, originally know as charedequynce, were the first marmalades - marmelo is Portuguese for 'quince'.
Usually the narrow trestles, used for tables, or boards (from which comes 'boarding school', 'board wages', 'bed and board') were set up as dinner approached in the hall.
Russell's Book of Nurture advised that it was considered rude to put your elbows on the table, and this was over 600 years ago.
The Dissolution of the Monasteries changed at a stroke the way the countryside looked and the rules according to which people ate. The monks, their masses and their fish-ponds disappeared. Eating fish became so associated with Catholicism that one would rather not eat fish and keep in favour with the new Protestant faith, eating fish went into a steep decline. Considering Britain is an island eating fish from then on was not a big part of the British diet.
In 1525 turkey was introduced from the colonies in America, fabulously expensive, they were sold for 6 shillings a piece.
The original term for grilling was broiling - the term that survives, like pumpkin pie, in most of the United States to this day.
Wafers were puffed up with yeast in the Flemish fashion, and biscuits - from bis cuit, or 'twice cooked'.
I have to tell you about this, a Frenchman complimenting British cooking. The quintessentially British boiled pudding was born, spawning a repertoire of dishes that would lead the French visitor Henri Misson to exclaim in delight,
"the pudding is a dish very difficult to be described, because of the several sorts there are of it: flour, milk, eggs, butter, sugar, suet, marrow, raisins etc are the most common ingredients ... They make them fifty several ways: Blessed be he that invented pudding for it is manna that hits the palates of all sorts of people ... Ah what an excellent thing is an English pudding! In Scotland they were called 'bag puddings' or 'clootie dumplings'. The earliest written record of a pudding boiled in a cloth comes from Cambridge in 1617 in a recipe for 'College Pudding' made of flour, breadcrumbs, suet, dried fruit, sugar and eggs.
It was a practice that in Yorkshire led quickly to the expression 'them as has most pudding can have most meat' and that continued right into the nineteenth century: in Mrs Gaskell's novel Cranford (1853) Mr. Holbrook served the 'pudding before meat' with no 'apology for his old-fashioned ways...'
I grew up eating pudding, but have never made it over here. I did run across a Boiled Pudding book in the dollar store, so really should have a go this winter. It is more a winter, stick to your ribs food.
By the 1690's tansies had metamorphosed from pancake to pudding and within a generation that most British of all puddings, Yorkshire, would appear for the first time a batter of milk, eggs, salt and flour poured into the hot fat of the dripping pan under roasting meat.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A Trip to New York

Sunday, September 21, 2008
100th POST



Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Kate Greenaway, Tea at High House

This was one of my grandmother's favourite paintings. It's by Kate Greenaway . When I was a teenager she sent me a card with this painting and said Tea at High House.
Grandma grew up at High House and she just loved it. The house is still there with the same name. It sits up high on a hill. Either side of the front door are bay windows that go from ground to roof, two stories. So I can just imagine grandma having tea on the lawn like this.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Little House on The Prairie Comes East
You do have a feeling of accomplishment after it is all finished, and you have all these lines of neat labelled jars of grape jelly and chutney. Actually the chutney was a lot easier than the grape jelly. The jelly needs two cooking processes and the extra step of straining. Next year these grapes will be made into wine. I honestly think it's easier to make wine. I just didn't have the wine bottles to make it this year, but after a recent visit to a friend I now do.
It does make you realize though what a lot of work people did in the times of Little House on the Prairie. Because when the fruit is ripe one must take action. You can't leave it and say I'll come back next week, because by then it's rotten or the birds have got at it. I like doing it, but just the volume of what I'm doing makes me tirred out after a while.
I'm having trouble with my usual computer, it has a virus, doesn't it drive you crazy. I managed to get these photos on before it froze up for the ump teenth time














China Town, New York
The End of a long day