Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Last night in London

Random-ish post as I'm packing up and readying to head home tomorrow.

One of the books I found at the British Library was: THE GOOD HUSWIVES HAND-MAID, FOR COOKERIE IN HER KITCHEN IN DRESSING ALL MANNER OF MEAT, WITH OTHER WHOLSOM DIET, FOR HER AND HER HOUSHOLD, &C. (Note: They went in for the thorough title in 1595). Yes, it was a recipe book.

So, herewith, a recipe from THE GOOD HUSWIVES HAND-MAID, to share with you.

To boile mutton for a sicke bodie.

Put your mutton into a pipkin, seeth it, and scum it clean, and put thereto a cruste of bread, fenell roots, parsly roots, currans, great raisons (the stones taken out), and hearbs, according as the pacient is. If they be cold, hot hearbes may be borne: if they be hot, cold hearbes may be best, as Endive, Sinamon, Violet Leaves, and some Sorell: let them boyle together. Then put in Prunes, and a verie little salt. This is broth for a sick bodie.

So there you have it.

I don't know what a pipkin is, offhand, and haven't had time to look it up. ("Seeth it" means simmer it, if context can be trusted.)

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Here is an actual email message I actually received yesterday from an actual child, who shall remain nameless: "Do not forget about the souvenirs. Love, Child-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless."

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One more random anecdote before I sign off. I spent yesterday evening with my host's children and we did some very fun activities, like riding the bus to a nearby centre and eating pub food and shopping for souvenirs in the confectionary section of a grocery stores (souvenirs? what souvenirs?), and sitting in the upper deck of the bus on the way home, just because it seems like one should, while in London. After which we were going to have a fun movie night, but the Netflix movie wouldn't work, and the kids were having a hard time picking one from the shelf that they both wanted to watch, and I was wracking my brain for alternate fun things to do, and here is what I said (sadly, in all seriousness, because Fun is truly my middle name): "I could read out loud to you from a book, if you'd like." There was a beat of silence. And, like magic, the kids were suddenly agreeing on a movie both wanted to watch.

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Speaking of Fun According to Carrie: being at the British Library was so fun. It was more than fun. It was soothing, it was peaceful, it rewarded my curiosity richly; it was a happy place to spend three days and if home weren't calling me, I could move right in.

But home is calling me. And I need to go before I buy out all the souvenirs. (Buying souvenirs is also surprisingly fun. I haven't really had occasion before.)

2 comments:

  1. I love so many things about this: the souvenir request, your suggestion to read aloud, and how you loved the library. I'm so excited that you got to experience all of this - I just felt so proud reading it, and I'm not even your mom! Can't imagine what she feels like... :)

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    1. I feel so lucky to have gotten to travel. It makes me greedy for more!

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