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Entre Lajeunesse et La Sagesse

May 31, 2007
19:11 PM

Lest we forget, now that Rufus Wainwright has an album in the top ten and Martha Wainwright is being -justly- feted at home and abroad, that as well as descending from the eponymous Loudon they both owe at least a half of their sparkling musical talents to their mother,Kate Mc Garrigle.
She was one half of Kate and Anna Mc Garrigle a folksy pair of sisters who sang the sort of songs which made the short hairs stand up straight.
Despite having a brief vogue in the seventies they fell out of favour during the eighties and ninties and have only now managed to find themselves a record company prepared to take them on.

As well as singing together in wonderful sisterly harmonies, harmonies which always had an exciting folksy edge,they wrote the most fabulous songs, songs recorded by people like Emmylou Harris and Kirsty Mc Call.
Their “Heart like a wheel” and “Jigsaw Puzzle” would always be in my all time top ten.

At last someone has brought out some more of their songs and this time, just to further win me over, the new album is all in French.

To call this a new album is perhaps a bit of an exageration, all of the tracks seem to have been recorded in the seventies but it seems that only a few of them found their way on to previous albums.

One song, which is new to me, has the appearance of a Breton Folk song, maybe it is French Canadian, but En Filant Ma Quenouille is in itself worth buying the CD for.

It would be great to think that they might sell a few copies, if only on the backs of the talented next generation.
Our daughter Eileen was alerted to the production by hearing it played in HMV.
It would be interesting to see if they would have the same appeal to this generation as they did to mine.


Triffid Up To Date

May 31, 2007
11:22 AM

Our “Triffid” has continued to grow
it must be now about 1 metre high.

But it has developed a heart, which looks like it is just about to burst into flower, or, alternately send out humanoid spores which will infiltrate the atmosphere and colonise the world.

If I don’t blog again it will have probably have been the latter.


My Favourite Things Revisited

May 29, 2007
13:29 PM

Back in April 2005 when I had just started writing this blog I decided to put togther this list of my favourite things.
I remember it took me much longer than I expected, months afterwards I was still rooting in the internet for suitable pictures.
I have decided now, two years later that this deserves revisiting.
I have deleted those things which I am no longer keen on (the curious can compare with the original here) and plan to add some more recent interests in the next few weeks.

In Strictly Alphabetical Order
And I reserve the right to add and subtract at will.
Try making one yourself- its an amazing exercise.

Adam Gopnik’s
Paris to the Moon

Alan Davidson’s
North Atlantic Seafood

Alhambra Palace

Babettes Feast

Ballymaloe

Being 58

Being in the shade
in the hot sun

Being on the Radio

Bill Bryson’s
Travel Books

Bonne Maman
Apricot Jam

Bookshops

Bridges

Brocantes

Brothers and Sisters

Buying Furniture

Caitriona’s Photoblog

Clive Nunn’s
Black Limestone Table

Constance Spry

Cooking

Crab

Croissants

Dark Chocolate

Daughter Caitriona

Daughter Deirdre

Daughter Eileen

Doing Crosswords

Driving in France

Dublin Bay Prawns

Eating Mayonnaise

Ecco Shoes

Elizabeth David

Fatherhood

Frank Mc Kelvey

Fred Astaire

French Chanson

Garbo

Garlic

Georges Brassens

Getz/Gilberto
Bossa Nova

Gewürztraminer

Gilbert and Sullivan

Gin and Tonic
on a Sunday morning

Giovanna Garzoni’s
Food Paintings

Giving Dinner Parties

Griffith Place

Guys and Dolls

Having Really Short Hair

Hot Gin and Lemon

Hugh Fearnley
Whittingstall

Insomniac Creativity

Internet Clothes
Shopping

Irish Antique Shops

Jacques Brel

James Taylor

Jane Austen

Jane Grigson

Joni Mitchell

Joyce’s Ulysses

Judy Collins

Judy Dench

Julian Barnes

Kate and Anna
McGarrigle
(and all the
Wainwrights,
mostly)

Kir (especially on
an empty stomach)

Lambs Kidneys

Lambs Liver

Lands End Shirts

Le Grand Meulnes
by Alain Fournier

Lemon Tart

Losing Weight

Lucia di Lammermoor

Lyric fm (usually)

Madrigallery

Manzanilla Sherry (well chilled)

Making Bread

Making Mayonnaise

Marcel Pagnol

Mashed Potato

Milo’s
“Smoke Away” Story

Misty Mornings
in France

Monet

My Brothers and
Sisters in Law

My collection of Glass

My Eileen Grey Table

My Grand Nephews
and Nieces

My Green
Gustavsberg Plate

My Mother and
Father in Law

Nieces and Nephews

Not being Overdrawn

Notre Presbytère

Novels of Dornford Yates

Oklahoma !

Old French Pub Glass

Old Friends

Our Birch Tree

Patricia Wells

Patrick O Brian’s
Aubrey /Maturin novels.

Picpoul de Pinet

Poached Apricots

Poached Eggs

Puns

Rasteau in Provence

Red Wines from
Southern Rhone

Retirement

Sally Barne’s Kippers

San Severino

Savon d’Alep

Seamus Heaney’s
Clearances

Seven Brides for
Seven Brothers

Shorter Oxford
Dictionary

Sile

Sleep

Smell of Real Tomatoes

Smoked Salmon
with Scrambled Eggs

Stem Ginger in Syrup

Some Like it Hot

St. Roch

Sunday Miscellany
(Sometimes)

Sunday Observer

Swimming Pools

Theatre Antique d’Orange

The (English) Independent

The Antiques Roadshow

The end of Winter

The Good Food Guide

The Magic Flute

The Marriage of Figaro

The New Yorker

The Smell of Turf Burning

The Weekend
(Since Retiring)

Thèzan-lès-Béziers

Three Rivers of France
by Freda White

Tom Lehrer

Under Milk Wood

Waterford Market
Jenkins Lane

W.B. Yeates;
Song of the
Wandering Aengus

White Bowls of Coffee

White Burgundy

White Peaches

Wild Strawberries

Writing on the Computer

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Rev. Sydney Smith’s Salad Dressing

May 29, 2007
12:45 PM


The man himself

A RECIPE FOR A SALAD
To make this condiment, your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs;
Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve,
Smoothness and softness to the salad give.

Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl,
And, half suspected, animate the whole.
Of mordant mustard add a single spoon,
Distrust the condiment that bites so soon;
But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault,
To add a double quantity of salt.

Four times the spoon with oil from Lucca brown,
And twice with vinegar procured from town;
And, lastly, o’er the flavored compound toss
A magic soupcion of anchovy sauce.

O, green and glorious! O herbaceous treat!
‘T would tempt the dying anchorite to eat:
Back to the world he’d turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl!
Serenely full, the epicure would say,
“Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day.”

Sydney Smith. (1771–1845)

I first came upon this rousing and rhyming recipe in Jane Grigsons Food with The Famous many years ago.

In this she tells us of this epicure and indeed gourmet clergyman, whose support of catholic emancipation led him to be banished to a parish in the wilds of Yorkshire;-“twelve miles from a lemon”.

He came up with this dressing which proved so popular with his aristocratic friends (he dined in France with Tallyrand and with the king of Brussles, in London with Earl Grey, the Hollands, and the Landsdownes) that he turned it into verse for their better remembering.

I have been wondering what it would taste like for years and finally yesterday tried it out.
I had to tweak it a little. It was a little solid as it stood, I added pepper which he omits and put in less salt than he suggests, otherwise it is much as he wrote it in 1795.
Great food like art is timeless.

Rev. Sydney Smith’s Salad Dressing
(first made in 1795)

Yolks of two Hard Boiled Eggs
110g (4 oz.) Boiled Potato
1 Tablespoon Finely Chopped Chives (or finely chopped onion)
1 Teaspoon English Mustard
2 generous Pinches Salt
2 Tablespoons Balsamic Vinegar
2 Anchovies finely chopped
Black Pepper
150ml (5 oz.) Extra Virgin Olive oil

Push every bit of the Egg Yolks and the cooked potato through a sieve into a bowl.

Mix in the chopped chives,mustard, salt, vinegar, anchovies and pepper and stir or beat all these ingredients together until they are a smooth paste.

Using an electric beater (or a strong arm) dribble in the oil beating all the time until the sauce has a mayonaise like consistancy.

If it is a little thick you can add some water to thin it at this stage.

I find because it has more oil than the original this tends to curdle when it has been standing for a while but a quick whisk will make itn smooth again.

This can be used for those recipes when you would use mayonnaise.
It is excellent with cold chicken or salmon, very good with smoked mackerel especially when served with lambs lettuce or watercress.
It is fresher tasting and less cloying than than mayo, in texture like a cross between vinaigrette and mayonnaise.

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Mount Congreve Flowers

May 29, 2007
09:50 AM

We went out to Mount Congreve again on election day.
This time I decided just to photograph the flowers.

And our friend Finola recorded the graceful posture of the photographer.


Wedding at Annecy

May 28, 2007
10:27 AM

I was at a wedding over the weekend and sat next to Una,whose brother Eamonn had been a school mate of mine.
He had got married a few months ago and his sister told me thst they had all enjoyed the wedding so much they had decided that weddings were wasted on the young.

I am inclined to agree with her.

My great childhood friend Isabel, we have been friends for over forty years, married another friend of mine, Paul,this time a friend of a mere twenty years, in Annecy last weekend.

The truth is that they didn’t at all get married last weekend, they had done the dirty in Cork about six weeks ago and that only to sanctify some sort of wierd Inuit ceremony which had happened in Canada some years ago with Isabel prone on her back with collapsed discs.
This was in the grand Irish tradition the “afters”, a little later than normal it is true.

Here are some snaps I took on the day.

After a Wedding Breakfast in a hotel we came back to the garden for the deserts. This was the cheese, before I got at it.

Their dual existance was celebrated by having two cakes.
This one is the proper French Croque-en-Bouche.

And this was the Irish tiered creation, made and brought over, as hand luggage, by Isabels sister Teresina. It tasted terrific too.

This is the bride and groom cutting same.

And this a shot of my old friends the Healy family.
Isabel with her brother Michael and sisters Olivia and Teresina

And this of my new friends the Duggans
Paul and Isabel with his sisters Maria and Pam and brother Dave.

We escaped to walk around the lake with more new friends
Mike O Flynn and Catherine Neville.
Mike was the best man and performed the job with bravura.

And this is Catherines daughter Leah with Sile.

Leah and Isabel’s daughter Lucy held the house together for the duration.
(I’m sorry Luce, I havn’t a decent shot of you, you were moving too fast!)

This finally is one of some of the guests attempting to soak up the alcohol with puddings.

I did of course write a poem for the occasion.

This time I had the sense to make it even shorter than usual and turn it into a toast.

A Toast

This is a rhyme I wrote for Paul
To give him welcome from us all

He knows all friends of Isabel
With all their hearts do wish him well

But still we are relieved at last
Because the time was passing fast

He finally pinned down his lover
And made an honest woman of her

So celebrate the bridal pair
As they stand at life’s hitching post
Lets lift our glasses in the air
And cheer them with a wedding toast

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The Blogging Chef

May 28, 2007
08:02 AM

Last Saturday I was in France when the Irish Times published a piece about my blog in the magazine.

I then got a series of amazingly frustrating congratulatory text messages from family and friends citing phrases like “renaissance man” “juicy titbits” and best of all my sister D saying “you could have written it yourself!”

I finally read it myself this morning and, truth to tell Marie Claire Digby has written a lovely piece about the blog and I owe her many thanks for being so kind about it.

Don’t ever think, fellow bloggers, that blogging is ever going to take over from newspapers, one glance at my stat counter yesterday showed that my hits multiplied about twenty fold after the piece went out on Saturday!

For those of you who didn’t manage to get a copy on Saturday I reproduce the whole lot (except the picture which was clearer from my own copy) here.

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Update on Thèzan-lès-Béziers

May 22, 2007
21:34 PM


Lunch on the terrace

Just to keep you up to date on the progress of the presbytery.

You can see the position of the house in the village here and some shots of the rooms here and here.

The building has been ours now since just before Christmas when Sile and I went out and signed with the Notaire.
At the new year we went and rented a house down the road and visited frequently, at that stage we got the water and electrricity connected. Clive came out with me in February and we succeeded in measuring up the building and testing walls- to find out which were load bearing- so that when Sile and I went out at Easter we had with a schedule of works to show builders.
We had had a personal recommendation for a builder in the village whom we met and liked, he also introduced us to his mate, the plumber, who fixed our boiler and the house became not just liveable-in but actually (bordering on) comfortable.

We also talked to an English builder at that time who told us proudly that he didn’t employ any French men as they were all “bloody useless” this did nothing to win friends with this party
so he was out.

We also met another English man who works as an agent for two local French builders.
This man (and everyone is going to remain nameless for the moment) also drew up plans from Clive’s spec so we soon will be able to obtain quotations from three separate local builders.

Let me give those who might be interested a brief description of what we want doing.

Ground floor is simple, at the moment there is a large room on the left as you come in which is going to stay much the same and become the multi functional heart of the business as an office/utility room/storeroom.
On the right hand side are the public rooms, at the moment two large interconnecting rooms which lead out to our terrace.
These are going to become one, again multi-functional, area with an open kitchen, sitting area by a wood burning stove and large (10 /12 seating) dining table by the doors to the terrace, for those days when we eat inside.

This is the plan of the existing ground floor.

As you can see the south wall, at the bottom of the drawing, is a curve rather than a straight line.
We are in the middle of a circulade village and so the buildings curve towards the centre.

The first floor is a little more complicated.
At the moment we have two large bedrooms, two smaller bedrooms and a large bathroom-actually two bathrooms side by side.
The two large bedrooms are going to have bathrooms put in, the two smaller ones are going to become one large family room with bathroom and the bathrooms are going to become a single/small double also with bathroom.

The large and half converted attic will become the family home as it has two converted bedrooms as it stands and loads of open space which will get a bathroom and possibly a private sitting room for the Dwyers.

Our next job will be to deliver the plans and the spec. to at least three builders and then wait for prices to come our way.

Then we will have to decide how far our budget will stretch and which man we will pick to do the job, or part of the job or any other possible combination of same.

The balls are still very much in the air.

The garden is rather more complicated.

It is very pretty as it stands, untidy but pretty with a huge China Berry tree in the middle (we have still to see it blossom) and quite a lot of flowers which some ancient nun obviously cherished over the years.

Our plan was to put in a swimming pool but the reality may not be so simple.
The questions are should we lose the tree?
Would an overground pool do ?
Would a little plunge pool do?
Can we afford a pool at all?

I think all these questions make us cautious about making any decisions and so we will head out to Thezan in July with an open mind, or at least one with some potential openings in our mind set .
Hopefully by September, before we come home we will know exactly what we are doing and by whom and when it will be done and, when will we be opening our new chambre d’hote.

The six hundred thousand euro question as to what it will be called will also be decided at this moment.

Don’t hold your breaths but I promise I will keep you all informed.


Bearding The Politicians

May 22, 2007
09:27 AM

As someone who abhors a vacuum in conversation and is prepared to rabbit on about any subject about anything either in general or particular I have been very popular with the local radio station since I retired.

I now do. as well as my food slot on a Tuesday, a book review on a Saturday and frequently talk about what is in the papers in
Sunday Review.

If ever anything even vaguely foodie comes up they get me on the line and so I was an obvious candidate for asking questions on a pre-election radio question and answer session to the candidates in Waterford.

I intended to ask a foodie question and when Ger the producer asked would Sile ask one on education I said I’m sure she would.
She, it turned out, wouldn’t.
I ended up having to ask the education question.
My food question (on genetically modified foods) was, at any rate, reckoned to be “inappropriate “ for the candidates.

Sile did however provide me with the question.

Q.
I would like to hear the candidates opinion on state sponsored preschool crèches and nurseries which would enable both parents to go to work without paying crippling fees on child care?

All the candidates seemed to say that they were thoroughly in favour, Martin Cullen gave me a ton of financial reasons why this would take some time , John Deasy seemed with me (although it was hard to tell from his answer) and feisty Mary Roche (who had a baby three weeks ago) was certainly on my side, as indeed was Brendan Mc Cann of the Greens.
It was my first occasion I had ever done anything even vaguely political (that is if you don’t count an anti Viet Nam march in the sixties) and what interested me most was the way the politicians all address all their answers to me personally.
They added emphasis to this by punctuating each phrase with my name.
In the end I was asked my opinion of the response and my reply
(which got a titter) was that it seemed that, as a man approaching grand fatherhood (please god) the Irish solution would remain firmly in the court of the grandparents.

The last time I did a “Sunday View” here on the radio I had the temerity to criticise Bertie’s dress sense.
There was an immediate response from a local pundit whose advise to me was to stick to what I knew and get back into the kitchen.

Me with all the housewives/ house husbands I presume.

This picture, which came all the way from Annecy in France where Fianna Fail have a very strong presence, has absolutely nothing to do with this entry but is so apposite to the title that I had to put it in.
Thanks Bebs.

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French Graffiti

May 21, 2007
11:47 AM

As someone with incisive and indepth knowledge of the political life of France I was disappointed when Segolene Royal lost to Sarkozy, principally because she was just much better looking than him.

John Lichfield (he who revealed to the world that Sego had been an au pair in Dublin in the seventies!) has a nice little piece in this mornings Indo.
I quote:

Fact One:
A searing heat-wave in France in August 2003 is estimated to have killed-or hastened the deaths- of 20,000 old people

Fact Two:
Nicolas Sarkozy lost the election among voters aged 18 to 59.
He owed his victory to a landslide among the over 60s.

Scribbled message in the Paris Metro:
“Since 60% of old farts voted Sarko, roll on the next heatwave”


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