I was up very early this morning and saw the sun rise above the horizon. The sky was first a delicious peachy pink before the bright golden ball appeared in the sky, and then it became too bright to look towards the sea, but I photographed the gladioli with the sun shining through the petals to remind me just how lovely it is to see the sunshine at this time of the year – well, at any time of the year.
Husband slept on, and I decided (after having had a pot of coffee) to have some breakfast while watching the News on TV. I cut up half a grapefruit (I remove it from its skin so that I can then squeeze every last drop of grapefruit juice from the skin into the bowl) and I also had a bowl of bran flakes on top of which I sprinkled some sultanas and sliced up half a banana.
Instead of sitting at the kitchen table, I had this on my lap while watching TV. I then wandered around the house, loving the sunlight on the various bowls and jugs of flowers.
Then another pot of coffee just as husband was waking up. After he had showered and dressed and was off to fetch the daily paper from the local shop, I made him porridge for his return, and I confess that by then, an hour or so after my breakfast, I decided to have a warmed brioche and a little blackcurrant jam.
I then did a bit of light housework – making the bed, vacuuming, general tidying – and then I decided to make tomato and courgette soup for our lunch (plus a blackcurrant and pear crumble which I made yesterday.) I had three pear halves left from a tin of lovely William pears (we find that tinned pears are often better then fresh ones which are only fit to eat for about half an hour of their life! They are either too hard and tasteless, or they’ve gone what my husband calls “sleepy”. I don’t know if there is an actual term for it when a pear goes mushy? I sliced up the pears and put them into four small ramekins and then put blackberries on top (these were commercially-produced, large blackberries from the supermarket), sprinkled just a little sugar on top of the blackberries and then topped with crumble topping (home-made, of course; half fat to flour as in short crust pastry, but without egg or water to bind the pastry together, and about a dessertspoon of golden granulated sugar.) I baked two of them yesterday and we had the other two today.
Above is the tomato and courgette soup in which I used all the tomatoes which were going a little soft, and served it with crusty rolls which I’d defrosted and warmed in the oven, plus some freshly grated parmesan, with apple juice to drink. Then the crumble …
The only slight problem – not that it’s a ‘problem’ as such – is that when you scoop a crumble from a ramekin, the crumble tends to end up on the bottom of the dish with the fruit on top, but actually, this looks more attractive I think. I could leave it in the ramekin, of course, but I prefer it in the dish. I served it with Cornish clotted cream ice cream (no soft scoop in this house; we dislike the oily taste which I presume is whatever they put in it to prevent it from freezing, a bit like culinary anti-freeze.) I suppose this could be called an upside down crumble, like upside down cake!
After filling the dishwasher after lunch, and tidying up the kitchen, we both decided it was warm enough to work outside and, as the tulip and narcissi bulbs had arrived the day before yesterday, we spent the time planting them. Husband removes the old compost from the pots and sprinkles that on the garden and then puts fresh compost half-way up the pots for me, as I have arthritic hands and can’t manage a lot of the heavy work (which makes me mad as I want to crack on and find I can’t) and then I add the bulbs but I can manage to scoop the fresh compost from the bags to go on top of the bulbs, and then grit on the top to deter the squirrels from robbing the pots and also as a form of mulch to keep moisture in.
The pots are simply lined up at the moment, perhaps another day I will put all the blue pots (which I’m not now keen on, but husband says it would be a complete waste to get rid of them – we shall see! They were ‘fashionable’ about 15 – 20 years ago, but now, to me, they just look garish and I wish I’d never clapped eyes on them!)
I am tired now, I’ve not done that much today but enough to feel I’ve not entirely wasted such lovely sunny weather. This morning another book arrived. I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered it – 2nd hand, it wasn’t expensive – and so I shall have something lovely to browse through this evening.
I have a feeling, though, that this interior decorator’s style – lovely though it obviously is – might be just a little too-perfect for my particular taste: I like things which don’t look too-fresh, too-new, too-manicured, but we shall see. I love the books (and the style) of Ben Pentreath, William Yeoward, and Robert Kime and, in a previous era, Nancy Lancaster and John Fowler. While I admire anyone who can climb to the top of the tree in whatever profession, I do think that Joanna Wood’s style might not quite chime with mine (even if I could afford it!)
On that note I will close and make a cup of tea and cut a slice of fruit cake for husband, still busy in the garden. It has been a gorgeous day. I hope you have had a good day, too.
Until next time.