Category Archives: Memories

My Mother’s Day treat

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My Mother’s Day treat

As a rule we don’t usually go to town over Mother’s Day. We never have really, preferring not to jump onto the band wagon of expensive presents and forced lunches out. So it was quite by coincidence that a free Sunday aligned with the weather and Mother’s Day and a trip to our (very) local Yorkshire Sculpture Park (YSP).

We went immediately after breakfast and were pleased we did. The car park attendants were parking cars in overflow car park number 4 when we were leaving.

We had heard good things about the latest exhibition. Being a complete art philistine I knew nothing of the artist, Tony Cragg, a British Sculptor born in Liverpool, 1949, but instantly felt a sense of ‘these seem familiar’ on entering the Underground Gallery.

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Poppy wave at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Poppy wave at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Decorating, leaking showers, new wardrobes and the general trashed house that comes along with them have seen my sewing machine hidden from reach and a person too tired to write anything vaguely interesting of late.

I even decided to give Yarndale a miss in lieu of a much needed day of rest.

Sunday’s short trip out however, quite put a spring in my step. Family time well spent.

Many of my regular readers will know I live quite close to and love the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

And there are not many of you in the UK who will not have heard of last year’s Tower of London poppy installation that my daughter and I had the good fortune to see part way through its full construction.

Well when we heard that a touring poppy Read the rest of this entry

Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Here, in Yorkshire, we are incredibly lucky to live a mere couple of miles away from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. The park is free to enter, although paying the astronomical car parking fees always make us wonder about the venue’s interpretation of ‘free’!

We always make a point of visiting this time of year. I love the changing colours in the trees and it was a beautiful Autumn day once the mist had lifted, last Sunday.

The ‘sculpture’ is laid out both in the park and within several purpose built galleries. Read the rest of this entry

Blackberry jam and Brownies

Blackberry jam and Brownies

When Freya was small we would bake together.
Biscuits were her favourite thing. We had a box of 101 cutter shapes. People, stars, flowers, people, boats, cars and of course many letter shapes; an initial for all the people in her life.
After the baking came the decorating. Tubes of coloured icing, teeth breaking silver balls, sugar flowers and edible glitter.
Always a fun but exhausting afternoon, finishing off with a mop of the floor.
But times move on. These days we cook and bake alongside each other, happily sharing the stove, singing along to the radio. I still get to do the washing up. Read the rest of this entry

Woolly fun at Yarndale

Woolly fun at Yarndale

We went to Yarndale, just the two of us, on the train. Our first festival of yarn.

We took banana bread to fill our bellies.

Banana bread, cooked (and burnt) the day before

Banana bread, cooked (and burnt) the day before

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Girls day out

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Girls day out

With the wedding behind us, along with all the preparations, I thought it was high time I spent a quality girly day with my daughter before she jetted off on holiday for a fortnight with her other family. I ignored the grumbles of ‘if you’ve seen one stately home, you’ve seen them all’, as teenager ‘pretending to be cool’. I asked her to put on a nice dress (more grumbles) and with the promise of a drive through Starbucks (yes, I know) we set off for Castle Howard in North Yorkshire. Castle Howard My husband and I had spent our first few days as man and wife at Whitby, the location of our first weekend away 10 years ago. Read the rest of this entry

Good old Delia

Good old Delia

I probably shouldn’t call her good ‘old’ Delia, but it’s my cookbook to which I am refering, not the good lady herself.

For this weekend heralded the annual hunt along the book shelf for Delia Smith’s Christmas followed by the careful separation of the pages welded together with Delia’s turkey giblet Christmas gravy and brandy sauce.

Put simply, this is my bible when it comes to Christmas. If Delia doesn’t do it, then neither do we.

I remember my mother was well schooled in Delia. Delia Smith’s Complete Cookery Course, the Good Housekeeping Cookbook and Corden Bleu Cookery Course were the stalwarts of my mothers cooking.  We ate very well.  I particularly remember a Cordon Bleu Cookery Book on gateaus, chocolate covered choux buns, pavalovas and  brandy snap baskets that used to come out for dinner parties. I remember that one well!

Corden bleu cookery course

Corden bleu cookery course

Delia Smith's complete Cookery Course 1970's

Delia Smith’s complete Cookery Course 1970’s

The Delia Smith Christmas book was first published in 1990. I think it was one of the first recipe books purely dedicated to Christmas, before the term ‘celebrity chef’ was invented. I remember watching it with my mother on the television.

My Delia Smith's Christmas

My Delia Smith’s Christmas

I bought my copy of Delia Smith’s Christmas about 14 years ago. It would have coincided with owning my first home with my soon to be husband, and cooking my first Christmas dinner.

I thought I was quite grown up.

It is definitely written for a time when the lady of the house might spend the whole of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day morning (and several days and weeks beforehand), on her own, preparing the Christmas feast with a list of what to do and when to do it. How much of that has changed? Hmmmm, not much here. Not if I want to eat all those things that remind me of the  Christmases of my childhood.

This weekend I assembled the ingredients and made the mincemeat in preparation for the trays of mince pies I will eat, but mostly give away, over the festive season.

Delia's homemade mincemeat

Delia’s homemade mincemeat

But for now, the book is going back on the bookcase.

I’m not hosting Christmas this year so will not need a cake. Nobody here likes it but me so I’ll just visit others and eat their’s.

Delia will remain on the shelf now until December.

But I might just need to make some rum truffles before then………

Love, Lucie x