Lest we forget.

 

Not even Covid can stop us remembering those who gave their lives for our futures, freedom and democracy.

Get your Poppy face mask from the Royal British Legion on-line shop and put on a brave face amidst our own troubles today.  I’m hugely grateful to friend Jane who found one of these for me so I too can honour those who served the country.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I’ve been busy with some different flower arrangements too: one features the iridescence of old CDs plus a little tinsel while the other sports a fluffy pink straw bird’s ness and a black beaded cone – just a little reflection of Halloween and all created with just three stems of lilies!

And talking of forgetting: friend and frequent co-cook Karen created a superb Pavlova meringue for her son’s birthday and left it in the oven to finish cooling.  The drama of the weekend lock-down announcement threw all her plans awry: last minute dash to the supermarket to grab some essentials, pizza for supper and oven on to heat them.  A pall of acrid smoke greeted her on return: the Pavlova had been reduced to cinders and they’d been lucky to avoid a fire.  She had to re-start her birthday confection and I inherited over a dozen yolks.

Luckily, there were just enough oranges and lemons languishing in the fridge to make this

St. Clement’s Curd.  You can definitely reduce the proportions:

12 egg yolks

12 ounces granulated sugar

8 ounces butter, cubed small

Zest and juice of 3 and a half oranges plus 3 and a half lemons

 

Put the egg yolks into a heat proof bowl to reach room temperature while preparing the other ingredients.

Add the zest, juice, sugar and butter cubes to the bowl.

Place over a pan of barely simmering water and gently whisk ingredients together until the mix reaches 71 degrees Centigrade throughout the mix.

Pot in to sterilised jars and eat soon, keeping in the fridge.

 

 

Lest we forget.

Westminster abbey plotFor well over a decade, Mummy spent at least three months each year gallivanting (as she called it) all over the world.  Even in her 80s she was travelling solo around Australia, New Zealand, Thailand and further afield – usually landing to pick up a car and explore at whim, staying in B&Bs or Youth Hostels.  She wasn’t a great user of IT and international phone calls would have been too extravagant without an emergency, so I have got rather used to not hearing from her beyond a postcard for months at a time.  Consequently, six months after she died, I’m still waiting for her to come back from a really long trip and have been saving up all the news for her, thinking up project ideas we would develop together, keeping track of all the little incidents that would be a surprise, a laugh or a shared irritation.  And it’s her birthday this month so we would have had a special lunch, flowers and presents.

She grew up during the Second World War and felt the impact throughout her life – being careful with food and money.  She was hugely proud of Brother Martin and me when we joined the Navy – coming to our Dartmouth passing out parades, revelling in our careers and promotions, impatient when we didn’t write enough.  At this time of remembrance, it is good to think of all those mothers who shaped the men and women who serve in the Armed Forces – and who are left behind to wait and worry.

We have honoured her memory in the Westminster Field of Remembrance.  Although she wouldn’t have been a fan of the cross, she would be thrilled to have her place amongst so many others who are equally treasured.Westminster abbey plot 2

Martin’s daughter, Emily, visited her space just outside the North Door of Westminster Abbey (plot 306) amongst the parades and memorial tributes on Sunday and said, “It was lovely and peaceful there, there was a beautiful wreath in the centre of the area for the navy.”

Penny Melville-Brown

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