Right, who needs a drink? I do, and by wondrous chance the delivery fairy brought me bourbon this week, so:
A slightly compromised Manhattan (I failed to panic buy orange bitters. The shame!). Technically iffy, but as a Saturday night drink, with gift of bourbon, Gawd, it's good.
Please do join in as you fancy. If tweeting, we're trying the shorter hashtag #ConfinedCocktails to make it easier to spot who's about. There's also a twitter list trying to capture who's participating if you'd like to look just at the feeds of people who joined in last week and avoid anything else twitterish for a bit. Maintained by @tenisonpurple so if you're not on and want to be, give her a shout.
I've had an up and down week, though the ups have been rather wonderful. NT Live was a brilliant up, finally making a dent in my missing of theatre visits.
We've had blogs here from holidays past, from memories of lemons, from creative fridge-raids, a frightening mix of #ArchivedIngredients (and no poisonings that we know of, pshaw BBE dates of 2005). We've had posts from new bloggers Kate J, Stefanie and Patricia, some epic batch cooking, freezer jenga, changes of plan and some great baking. We've also got our first family in outright quarantine, so wishing the J family sanity and health for the next couple of weeks.
Most of you know me on twitter so I won't bang on too much about my other sanity-saver at present, photographs for the days of the French Revolutionary calendar, which dedicates each of its days to a natural thing. The revolutionary calendar is well worth exploring anyway, with its dedications to plants, animals and 18th century tools, but I'm particularly loving it at present. Its dislocated sense of present is perfect for this period, when time definitely passes, but not according to normal rules. The year is 228, the month is Germinal, and the day... the day is Lettuce.
Cheers, lettuce. You're doing a great job. As are we all, just getting through.
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A slightly compromised Manhattan (I failed to panic buy orange bitters. The shame!). Technically iffy, but as a Saturday night drink, with gift of bourbon, Gawd, it's good.
Please do join in as you fancy. If tweeting, we're trying the shorter hashtag #ConfinedCocktails to make it easier to spot who's about. There's also a twitter list trying to capture who's participating if you'd like to look just at the feeds of people who joined in last week and avoid anything else twitterish for a bit. Maintained by @tenisonpurple so if you're not on and want to be, give her a shout.
I've had an up and down week, though the ups have been rather wonderful. NT Live was a brilliant up, finally making a dent in my missing of theatre visits.
We've had blogs here from holidays past, from memories of lemons, from creative fridge-raids, a frightening mix of #ArchivedIngredients (and no poisonings that we know of, pshaw BBE dates of 2005). We've had posts from new bloggers Kate J, Stefanie and Patricia, some epic batch cooking, freezer jenga, changes of plan and some great baking. We've also got our first family in outright quarantine, so wishing the J family sanity and health for the next couple of weeks.
Most of you know me on twitter so I won't bang on too much about my other sanity-saver at present, photographs for the days of the French Revolutionary calendar, which dedicates each of its days to a natural thing. The revolutionary calendar is well worth exploring anyway, with its dedications to plants, animals and 18th century tools, but I'm particularly loving it at present. Its dislocated sense of present is perfect for this period, when time definitely passes, but not according to normal rules. The year is 228, the month is Germinal, and the day... the day is Lettuce.
Cheers, lettuce. You're doing a great job. As are we all, just getting through.
That penultimate sentence sounds a bit like the opening to sci-fi TV show...
ReplyDeleteHere's to Lettuce - I'll raise a glass to it when the yard arm has been overed :)
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