Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Christmas Eve ...


I had a very magical and wonderful Christmas last night!  Sadly those who wish to share it with me vicariously got shortchanged yet again, because candles do not photograph well.  Either the photos come out all blurry, or I use the flash and everything is precision sharp and decidedly unmagical.  Anyway, I am posting lots of photos below, make of them what you will.

I do wish I could convey to you the mellow light made by the fire in the grate and twenty beeswax candles, and the delicious smell they created, together with the scent of pine needles and orange & clove potpourri!  Every time I entered the room I got overwhelmed by this wonderful smell, which wrapped around me like a soft warm blanket on a cold winter's night.

I got many wonderful presents from my friends & relations, and managed to be surprised by any number I had bought for myself and wrapped way back earlier in the year (like February).  Those who know me will not be astonished to read that I have already bought my first Christmas present for next Christmas - be prepared and plan ahead, that has and always will be my motto for Christmas!

Thank you everyone for your gifts and good wishes for Christmas, they are tremendously appreciated!  Happy Christmas and God Bless Us Everyone, to quote Tiny Tim!




 
 





Monday, 24 December 2012

Christmas Season - To Absent Friends

 
 
Today is Christmas Eve, so obviously I am way too busy to do a proper blog post.   But I shall take lots of photos and post them tomorrow. In the meantime, I wish a very merry Christmas to lost and absent friends – you know who you are! Take care of yourself and remember you are loved.

As Always

Your DB

Sunday, 23 December 2012

It was the Night Before Christmas ...


As part of my Christmas blogging today I am featuring my dining room!  It is a very simple room, just a table and four chairs and an old dresser, plus a grandfather clock and a secretaire bookcase.  Quite a Victorian room, I think, especially in candle light.


Christmas is definitely not a good time to cut back on clutter - if indeed you can call candles and sweetmeats clutter!  I am a fan of multi-tiered bonbonieres/etageres, because one can display a large variety of sweets in a very small space.  Currently I possess two of them, one in brass and one in silver.  On special occasions I load them with bonbons and cookies and display them on my Welsh Dresser.


This Christmas the brass one features turkish delight, toffee fees, sugared plums, sugar plums, and four different flavours of fondant.  The silver one displays marzipan fruit, Lindt chocolates, Plum & Rum marzipans, candied fruit, cinnamon cookies, shortbread, molasses cookies, and fudge.



Next year I plan to be even more excessive, because I bought another etagere.  It is made of copper and will gleam very invitingly in the candle light, I hope.  It is currently stuck in customs, but I expect delivery early in the new year.


I also have a bowl of fruit, with apples, organges, and quinzes.  And a bowl of spiced pinecones and mandarin pomanders, which add a lovely cinnamon orangey scent to the room.  Lastly, the bowl at the feet of my candle tree contains different types of nuts.



The other side of the room is less Christmassy ....


And don't you just hate what the flash does to my Christmas magic?



I trust these photos go some way towards enabling those of my absent friends who desire to celebrate Christmas with me vicariously to conjure up the necessary images!  Tomorrow I shall feature the Parlour in all its festive finery.






Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Christmas Magic: Bees Wax Candles and Sugar Plums



The Christmas preparations continue at a good clip.  On the weekend I dipped candles and made two versions of sugar plums.

Making Bees Wax Candles 

I am passionately fond of candles, especially real bees wax candles.  These are quite expensive, which is only right, considering the amount of work involved by millions of subjugated insects.  I assume vegetarians don’t approve of them, given the exploitative nature of their origin, but I am lamentably unscrupulous when it comes to plundering Nature’s renewable resources.

But since my unscruples aren’t matched by my resources, I buy the wax in large amounts and dip my own candles.  Like most of the ancient crafts it is not difficult, just time consuming.  I spent six hour making 24 candles!  OK, so I had several breaks, but it is still a long time.  I consider it time well spent, nevertheless.  I spend so much time working with my head and creating ephemeralia that I always welcome an opportunity to do something which results in actual material things.  That’s why cooking, baking, gardening, and knitting make up such a large part of my life.



Anyway.  If you want to follow in my footsteps, this is what you do.  Get a tall slim cooking pot – I have one intended to boil asparagus.  I can boil the asparagus just as easily laying down as standing up, so have requisitioned it for my candle-making.  Obviously the bigger the pot you are using for your dipping the more wax you need!  I make a lot of candles, so having a pot which holds two litres of wax is no problem.  When I am finished I just let the wax dry in the pot and store it away until the next time.  Then I melt it on the stove, add more wax to top it up, and start dipping again. 

Put pot on stove on a very low flame and fill with wax.  While the wax melts do something else, because it will take ages – one hour in my case.  Make sure the pot is as full as you want your candles to be long, and top it up as the level sinks.  Get a long thick pole or stick, and lay the two ends so that you can hang the candles over the pole – I rest one end on the stove and the other on a work surface.  Make sure the stick is a thick one - if it is too thin the ends of your candles may touch and stick together!


Cut the wick you intend to coat with wax into strips a bit more than twice as long as the candles you want – you will create one candle on each end.  Cut a goodish many – you don’t want to go to all this trouble for half a dozen candles.

When the wax in your pot is completely melted, take hold of a wick string and, holding it in the middle, dip the two ends into the wax, and pull it out quickly.  Hang over the pole to dry.  Do it to the next piece of wick, etc etc.  When you finished the last wick, go back to the first and repeat the dipping.  Every time you dip, a layer of wax is added to the wick, and slowly building up the candle.  You will be surprised how often you have to do this before you have a decent sized candle!



Take care not to leave the candle in the melted wax longer that a split second, because otherwise the wax you put onto the wick in previous dippings will melt off again and your candle will shrink!  It is easy to leave just the bottom part of the candle too long in the melted wax and end up with candles which are thicker in the middle than on the bottom, so take care!

When the candles are as thick around as you want them leave them hanging overnight on the pole so they can dry completely, and then they are ready for use. 



Making Sugar Plums

Who hasn’t read the famous poem by Henry Livingston, The Night Before Christmas,

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap
,       etc etc?

And who never wondered what these Sugar Plums were which the children were dreaming of?  Why weren’t they dreaming about marzipan, or sugared almonds, or chocolate?  Why this obsession with plums?

Our ancestors were confusing about plums.  There are any number of compound plum-words which refer to things which have nothing whatever to do with the purple fruit.  Plum-pudding for example contains no plums, nor does plum cake, and don’t even start me on a ‘plumy’ accent!  The word plum was used in many different ways over the years.  It often denoted raisins and other dried fruit, and was employed as a catch all term for ‘sugar & spice and all things nice’ – which explains why children were dreaming of them.  They weren’t dreaming of plums at all, but of all sorts of nice sweet fruity delicious things that could be found in a Christmas stocking.


That said, Sugar Plums did exist in their own right!  Plums were dipped in sugar and dried in a slow oven.  Periodically they were taken out and re-dipped in sugar, until they were ‘sugar-dried’.  I make them sometimes, and it takes a long time.  The are quite delicious.  You can also make Sugar Plums by candying them, like other fruit (orange slices, pineapple, green walnuts, etc).  Again, it takes a long time.
 

Lastly, there are Sugar Plums which are a sort of fruit & nut truffle, and these are the very best of all – I would certainly dream of them if I was a child!  They are a delicious concoction of all things that make Christmas special.  If you are looking for a recipe I must disappoint you, because I just throw them together, and each time the result is different.  But this is what you can do to create your own Sugar Plums.

Assemble as many different dried fruit as you can lay your hands on, like apricots and wineberries and dates and figs, and mix them with nuts like hazelnuts and walnuts and almonds and pecans.  I also throw in some candied citrus fruit peel, because I have lots of it.  Aim for a half nuts half fruit mixture.  Make sure there are no stones or pits in the fruits.  Run the lot through a food processor/grinder.  The result should be a sticky mess with small pieces.  Sprinkle nice Christmassy spices, like cinnamon and cloves and cardamom, onto the mess.  Melt some butter and pour it over the mess – this will help to bind it together.  If you like dark chocolate, melt some and pour it over the mess.  Toss in some cocoa powder as well.  Got runny honey?  Decant over the mixture.  Feeling alcoholic?  Throw in some liqueur or rum (Amaretto is very good, as is Cointreau).  Now mix all this really really well, and put it in a cold place.

A few hours later, roll mixture into small balls and coat in something to stop them from being too sticky – sugar, crushed nuts, or cocoa powder (mixed with some sugar perhaps).  Put onto cookie tray and in a cool place.  Once thoroughly cooled place in little paper cups and tins.  That’s it.  Very easy, if a bit messy.  Don’t put cheap ingredients into sugar plums, you will taste the difference.  I don’t really expect anyone to dip their own candles or make their own candied peel and Stollen, but do make some sugar plums this year.  They are everything Christmas is and should be, and make great gifts, too!

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Dreams of Times Past: The Magic of Dennis Severs House



Last Friday I finally fulfilled a long-held ambition and went to see Dennis Severs House in Spitalsfield in London.  If I had known quite how magical and compelling it is I would have gone much earlier!

 
I had first read about 18 Folgate Street in a period house magazine more than fifteen years ago.  Dennis Severs was still alive then.  But in those days I was poor and couldn’t really afford anything.  But now I am much richer, and shelling out £17.50 for an hour in the magical kingdom of the make belief that is Dennis Severs House is not beyond my means anymore.

 
Having determined that this Christmas Season was going to be my best ever, I had scheduled all sorts of special presents and experiences for myself this year, and when my dentist confirmed that Friday would be a good time to investigate my dentures I bethought myself what else I might do to make this day a successful one.

I googled for unusual museums in London, and up came Dennis Severs House.  I immediately remembered it and decided on the spur of the moment to book two places for the special Christmas visit.  I gave R first refusal, because she has been much abused by fate recently and needed a special treat.


After coffee & gossip at the Club we walked along the Embankment from Pall Mall to the City.  It was a glorious evening which we much appreciated after a day of heavy rain.  I took all sorts of photos, which mainly turned out very badly, which is just as well, since this post is about 18 Folgate Street and nothing else.

Since photography is not allowed, I asked whether the Spitalsfield Trust who runs Dennis Severs House would send me some photos, which they very graciously did.  As you can see, they are absolutely stunning, much better than anything I myself could have done, and I cannot thank them enough for their generosity.

 
I am determined to motivate every single one of my readers to come and visit 18 Folgate Street and see for themselves just how amazing it is.  To this end I have posted links not only to the Dennis Severs House website, but also to various Youtube clips about the house and its creator at the bottom of this post.  I have not been this excited about anything since I went to the spider-silk exhibition! 

Mind you, the house cast an influence over me which is not entirely positive – I have unearthed several items from the attic which I had decluttered previously, and bought three pairs of candlesticks since Friday.  Now I spend the last hour of the evening in my dining room, which is the most Victorian of my rooms, with all the lights turned off and all the candles lit, listening to the ticking of my grandfather clock and enjoying a contemplative silence.  Weird, if you ask me!

 
Back to 18 Folgate Street.  I am not going to explain all the background, that is covered by the Youtube clips if you are interested, and I see no point in regurgitating facts which others have explained so much better than I ever could.  Let me just quickly give you the basics.
 
Dennis Severs was an American who bought an 18th century house in Spitalsfield.  He restored and renovated it, such that every room became an homage to a different period between the early 18th and early 20th century.  He invented a family who lived in the house through the centuries, and created the house around this literary device.  The family is present in every room, which looks as though the inhabitants have just stepped out for a while.
 


This is not a museum!  It is an evocation of past times, a dream of previous centuries.  It endeavours to give a flavour of what the past was like, not an exact replication of it.  There are all sorts of inaccuracies, but that is not the point – the overall impression, and the feelings it evokes, is the point.  It is a piece of performance art, a theatre of the past which you can step straight into.
 

Imagine an alien from outer space visiting earth and asking why human beings keep cats as pets.  Showing the alien the skeleton of a cat, or an imprint of a paw, isn’t going to be helpful.  But thrusting a furry toy into the alien’s arms and letting him cuddle it might do the trick!

That’s what 18 Folgate Street does.  It allows you to step into earlier times and see, hear, smell, feel, what the people who used to live there might have seen, heard, smelled, and felt.  It is a dream of times past, and I for one am hooked!
 


And I am so glad that I went in the Christmas season, because the whole house was decked out in festive finery, each room in the spirit of the time it evokes.  I went through the house as in a dream, and left completely spellbound.  So did R, incidentally!

 
 
Below the links to Dennis Severs House, contact for visits, a short film about Dennis Severs, and a three part BBC documentary about it.  Enjoy!
 
 
  
 
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yr2HtBYSNY0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAjZWZwxg_g

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv0Y3kqbqFg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nh2uWEKbvMg

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Up-date: Gliders, De-cluttering, Christmas Preparations, Scarves, and Learning French!



Life has been busy in the House of DB, so I am a bit behind on all sorts of topics.  But I am off for two weeks over the holiday season, and plan to do a post every day!

Firstly, I want to introduce my Tiny Visitors!  They were recently joined by Willibald Waco, and I had some wonderful news about Fatty Messerschmitt!  I really want to share some of the great stories I heard, especially from Rudolf Reiher, who left for a secret mission to France some time ago but is still very much in our thoughts.  Rudolf witnessed the Fall of Fort Eben Emael – of course he was way too small to be of any use, but he saw the whole thing from the breast pocket of one of the glider pilots who landed his DFS 230 on top of the Fort.  The Red Reihers were popular talismans with glider pilots during the war, and the four that made it into The Little House saw a lot of action, even before they joined the other Tiny Visitors after the Great Escape.  At first I did not believe their stories, and dismissed them as the delusional reminiscences of ancient toys who craved attention.  But after I checked some of their more far fetched fables I concluded that they were either extremely well read toys or did indeed tell the truth.  Rudolf, who liked to perch on my laptop while I researched his stories, did not take my disbelief amiss.  After all, who could have believed that 78 people in 10 gliders (!) could disarm the greatest fortress of the time within less than an hour?  Especially nowadays, when gliders are only used for sport?  Rare indeed is the person who knows that gliders were used for both assaults and transportation during WW II, let alone that they were instrumental in bringing about the greatest triumph of the German forces during that war. 



The de-cluttering has slowed down significantly, mainly because I have de-cluttered so much already.  There are still some cupboards and the attic to do, but I feel less urgency now.  At any rate Christmas preparations have taken over.  Aside from baking, decorating, buying a few last presents, and wrapping them, my social life has become rather crowded, as usually in the pre-holiday season, and I am a fair bit in London as well.

I look forward to featuring a few more scarves as well.  Partly I aim to show off my Christmas presents, but I may also cover one or two with a lot of writing on it, as an aid to learning French, since those posts appear to be very popular.


Re learning French, I still watch a lot of movies, and managed to buy a few new ones during my last visit to Paris, which I wrapped and smuggled into Santa’s bag when he wasn’t looking.  Currently I am watching ‘Le Drole de Noel de Scrooge’, ‘Miracle on 34th Street’, and La Grande Vadrouille.  The latter has no subtitles, and the characters are frequently speaking German or English as well as French, which is confusing, but I like the movie, especially when they escape with gliders which are a bright orangey red, rather like the Red Reiher Quartet.  The Tiny Visitors are quite fond of this movie, and like to sit on my head and shoulders whenever I watch it, and I am not allowed to make any sudden movements, otherwise they fall off.

Also on the French learning front, Michel Thomas is still struggling to teach me French with a Polish accent each morning from 7am onwards.  He is so irritating that I can’t go back to sleep once he has started his hectoring of the two hapless students who feature on the CD, so although I can’t claim to learn all that much at least he makes sure I get to work on time, which is no mean feat in the middle of Hibernation Season!

By the way, do you like what I did with my massive pine cones?

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Christmas Market in London

Bavarian Village in Winter Wonderland
I had some business to attend to in London yesterday morning, and since I try to combine business with pleasure as much as possible I scheduled in a visit of Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park, a quick look at the London Museum, and a Mug-Up with S.

Seagulls in Hyde Park


I had a wonderfully successful day!  The weather was great, cold but crisply sunny.  Being paranoid about traffic jams and missing my appointment I had taken a very early bus, so had plenty of time for a good breakfast.  My favourite breakfast place in London is at the Eurostar terminal (just as well, given my migratory tendencies), the Pain Quotidien.  This is a chain, but most outlets don’t serve my favourite breakfast.  Nevertheless I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered a new outlet just next to my ancient much lamented demised Italian restaurant The Lucky Spot in North Audley Street – and glory be! They had scrambled eggs with fresh mushrooms!  And they are next to a news agent, so I was able to purchase a newspaper to go with my repast.

Shop window in Sloane Street

The denizens of Belgravia were charming and helpful, so my business with them took just half an hour and 15 minutes waiting, and I was free after 10:30.  Just around the corner the Hermes boutique had the scarf I had been tracking for three months (C’est la Fete in sky blue), creating a serious moral dilemma – is this a Christmas present for next year (!!!) or do I add it to my already huge number of Christmas presents this year?  Since C’est la Fete features a skeleton horse & rider it is clearly a Halloween scarf, so if I keep it until Christmas 2013 I’ll miss next Halloween ….

Pirate's Parrot in Winter Wonderland .....

Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park was wonderful!  Since I was there on a Friday late morning it was only sparsely populated.  The light was good for photos, so I shot lots.

.... and the pirate to go with it!


I especially liked the Bavarian Village part of the compound, as usual.  Say what you will, but Germans are still the Masters of Christmas.  Their chalets are much higher and larger than the ones in Paris, making them easier to photograph and much more house-like.  The Christmas Market at the Champs Elysees has an air of impermanence, of trading stands beside the road.  The one at Hyde Park, like many German ones, looks solid and traditionally dependable – we are here to stay, these markets proclaim, we have been here for hundreds of years and that’s how it’s gonna be for the next millennium.  A very reassuring message in these uncertain times!

Rural idyll with carnival atmosphere


Unfortunately the curry wurst I partook of was sub-standard, and I failed to locate any of the Bisou (?) de Noel sweets that featured so strongly in Paris.  Well, it is early days yet and perhaps they will make an appearance when I go next in two weeks time.

 Tables shaped as Christmas trees
 Scary Amusements
Bavarian stereotypes run rampant
 Giant cartwheel with talking Christmas-Ent


Then I walked up Oxford Street and resisted every single shopping opportunity, all the way up to the Bank of England Museum.  The advantage of buying hideously expensive scarves is that you spent the next few months upraising yourself for it and forbidding yourself point blank to ever buy anything ever again.  Thus I ended up with a chest of drawers full of high quality scarf with excellent re-sale value and almost NO worthless clutter.  I walked past Selfridges, John Lewis, Virgin, and any number of smaller shops, and only stopped whenever I saw a coin on the floor (two pennies and a twenty pence piece!).

 London Museum
 Complete with Cool Horse



The London Museum is at the Barbican walkway and strictly modern.  It has an amazing giftshop, where I finally broke with my Scroogish habits and purchasedtwo rolls of ribbon for wrapping presents and one roll of tape with little skeletons on it – if you are reading this, A this is for you!

S was in fine fettle as usual and we had a good old chin wag until the museum closed and kicked us out.  Nice clean toilets they have, by the way!

I briefly considered going back to Winter Wonderland to take some night photos but was a bit to fagged out.  I had walked about four hours that day, carrying my somewhat heavy bag, and frankly longed for home.

I found an almost empty bus, so no one sat next to me, oh joy!  A wonderful day all round.  Now I am off to bake my cookies, the ones where the dough has sat next to the heater for the last three weeks.  I do hope they will turn out right this time!