I would like to wish you all, wherever you are, and whether a mother yourself, or a daughter, or a grandmother, a very Happy Mothering Sunday
Mothering Sunday falls on the 4th Sunday in Lent when, traditionally, mothers receive presents from their children. It is also called Mother’s Day but as someone, in a letter in The Sunday Telegraph today says, as Mothering Sunday can only fall on a Sunday we should be calling it by its traditional name, unlike Easter Day, Christmas Day and Boxing Day, which can fall on any day of the week. Let us start now and drop forever the term Mother’s Day and bring back Mothering Sunday.
The plate above shows some pretty butterfly biscuits which our little grandson made for me (with some help from his mummy!) and husband and I will share these later this afternoon with cups of tea. Elder son, our daughter in law and grandson also brought me a lovely bunch of flowers in pretty spring colours and they are now on the breakfast table.
Younger son is unable to see us today but he phoned me to wish me Happy Mothering Sunday. Our other daughter in law does a local radio music programme on the 2nd Sunday in each month and she was away doing that so as they share transport, he was unable to come over. But I never worry about such things, we see them both regularly, and Barry-the-dog, of course!
I had a lazy start to the day – husband heated up a lovely all-butter croissant which we bought in Waitrose yesterday and I enjoyed that with blackcurrant jam and coffee while still in bed (reading the 3rd in the Seven Sisters books by Lucinda Riley, The Shadow Sister). Mid-morning, elder son, daughter in law, and grandson came to see us and that is when they gave me the flowers, a pretty card and the biscuits.
Eventually, I made a rather late lunch, something nice and easy today, a chicken curry, followed by black cherries and a dash of low-fat double cream (if that isn’t a contradiction in terms I don’t know what is!)
I don’t know how to make curry or a stew or a casserole look appetizing on a photograph (it always looks like tinned pet food to me!) This is the best I can manage! But it tasted good! Perhaps next time I will use a metal ring and put the rice into that, as they do in restaurants, so that it forms a circular mound, with perhaps chopped mint on top!
And a very simple dessert of tinned pitted black cherries and, as I say, low-fat double cream. (We will use the remainder of the tin of black cherries with other fruits for our breakfasts this week – tinned lychees, and fresh raspberries, bananas and pears.)
After I tidied the kitchen and filled the dishwasher (although I don’t put our pretty 1930s dinner service plates into the machine, it would soon remove the design) I made a cup of tea and switched on the television and an old black and white movie was being shown (I missed the first 1/2 hr but soon caught up, it wasn’t too mind-stretching!) Laura, made in 1944.
The Radio Times states that it’s a Film Noir film (well, it is in black and white, ha ha!) and goes on to say:
” ‘I shall never forget the night Laura died …’ begins the narrator and neither will you. This taut romantic mystery, in which New York detective Dana Andrews falls in love with an image encapsulates what film noir is all about. Otto Preminger’s moody, stark direction is greatly helped by the casting of beautiful Gene Tierney in the title role, Vincent Price as a smarmy gigolo, and the incomparable Clifton Webb as columnist Waldo Lydecker. It’s a rattling good thriller and bears watching time and time again.”
The Radio Times gives it a 5* rating, the highest it can give. I imagine that when this film was made in 1944 it was a good film, but now, to me, it seems rather dated and the acting wooden. But I have to appreciate that the cameras didn’t move around as they do today, so actors had to be static much of the time. Unfortunately, it is impossible not look at these things with anything but 21st century eyes. However, although it would’ve lost that traditional film noir ‘look’ had it been filmed in colour, how I’d have loved to have seen the sumptuous rooms in this film in colour, particularly the glorious bedroom that was Laura’s and which was something to behold!
But how lovely to sit and watch an old movie (husband was working on a project in the garage) with a cup of tea and slice of home-made fruit cake, on a dull and distinctly chilly Sunday afternoon.
Enjoying the film, Laura (1944) while having tea and fruit cake
Happy Mothering Sunday,
Until next time.