Friday, 23 December 2016

I'm back, so get ready!

To all of my faithful readers:

It is good to be back! As the keys clack away under my fingers, my excitement is growing to begin sharing my adventures with you again. And, boy, do I have a heap of them collected! Seven weeks of England to finish (including another trip we took this year), a first-time trip to DC for the Jane Austen Society of N. America national conference, and recipes, recipes, recipes!

As you may have guessed, these adventures are the culprits that have kept me from presenting them to you over the past few months. Alas, wifi is not always reliable at a cottage in the countryside near Bath.

But now it is Christmas, so I wish you all a Happy Christmas filled with the joy of knowing Christ came to earth! (And a season filled with lots of delicious food – especially English food, of course, if you can get it!)

(Here is a preview of my adventures yet to be shared...)







Thursday, 14 July 2016

A dream come true in Grantchester and the Orchard Tea Gardens

The Orchard Tea Gardens in Grantchester
The Orchard Tea Gardens in Grantchester
     Ever since I saw an article in Victoria magazine about the Orchard Tea Gardens near Cambridge I've dreamed of going there. They conjured up visions of Cambridge University students before the Great War, all dressed in white, sitting among the blossoms, drinking tea and eating scones with honey while they chatted amiably about their exams or their latest poem, and I wanted to be on the spot to pretend to be one of them. Well, I finally managed it!

England 2015 Trip Journal
Tuesday, April 7

     I feel I should be writing poetry since I'm sitting in the Orchard Tea Gardens in Grantchester. It is no mystery to see why Cambridge students liked to come here and sit, contemplating the world around them as they laid back in the lawn chairs smelling the sweet fragrance of apple blossoms, feeling the soft breeze and gentle warmth of spring sunshine as it goes in and out of the clouds. Which is exactly what today is like!

Under the peaceful trees of the Tea Gardens in Grantchester
Under the peaceful trees of the Tea Gardens in Grantchester

Under the peaceful trees of the Tea Gardens in Grantchester

The iconic green lawn chairs in the Orchard Tea Garden
The iconic green lawn chairs in the Orchard Tea Garden

Baskets heaped with the perfect scones
Baskets heaped with the perfect scones.

     Ah! You lean your head back and close your eyes, and you can hardly open them again they become so instantly comfortable. As soon as we walked into the pavilion with the kitchen we were greeted with the smell of fresh, hot scones – I could even see a huge pile of them on the baking trays covered with cloths behind the counter. Proper scones, they are: big, golden, and halfway between airy and dense. They are the quintessential scones. And once you slather them with dollops of butter, clotted cream, honey and strawberry jam, the result is glorious.

I present to you the perfectly delicious scone of the Orchard Tea Garden!
I present to you the perfectly delicious scone of the Orchard Tea Garden!

My lunch: ham, cheese, bread, an apple and 3 chutneys.
My lunch: ham, cheese, bread, an apple and 3 chutneys.

Mom's delicious quiche from the tea pavilion.
Mom's delicious quiche from the tea pavilion.
     There could hardly be a more peaceful piece of English countryside than the village of Grantchester. And the Tea Gardens is the most peaceful spot in the village. We wandered through the shady gate that's tucked away on one side of the Garden, that seems to beckon people to step through it and explore what's on the other side. After strolling over a lush green field we entered a small wood with a little winding path that leads to a branch of the river rolling lazily by.

The gate leading out of the Orchard Tea Gardens

The enchanting woods we wandered through in Grantchester.
The enchanting woods we wandered through in Grantchester.

The river in Grantchester.
The river in Grantchester.
     It was then time to get on to Cambridge if wanted to get there before the shops shut, so we made our way back through the Tea Gardens and along the quiet road to find our car. Just around the corner from the Tea Gardens is a lovely house with a statue of Rupert Brooke, the poet who in his college days used to frequent the orchard and the lawn chairs where he composed some lines about his memories there in his poem, "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester."

Stands the Church clock at ten to three
And is there honey still for tea? 

There is something fittingly and nostalgically poetic about Rupert Brooke, who had been a promising young student at Cambridge and spent time in this beautiful place, and then wrote this poem about his visits there while he was in Germany during World War I not long before he died in 1915. So I'm glad they are remembering him.


The statue of Rupert Brooke in Grantchester.
The statue of Rupert Brooke in Grantchester.
     After passing the pond and a few more fields we reached our car. We would have parked in the Orchard Tea Gardens parking lot, but there was some roadwork that prevented us going farther than the old church, so we parked along the street instead.

Grantchester's picturesque pond, complete with swans.
Grantchester's picturesque pond, complete with swans.
     Well, we spent so much time thoroughly enjoying ourselves in Grantchester that we only had time for a short jaunt back into Cambridge. Around 6:00 we drove straight into the city, using our hand-held map – a good investment – to find the central parking garage instead of the GPS. It was only £2 for 2 hours.

     We were in search of a pin for me to add to my backpack, but, of course, nearly every shop was shut except for one across the street from King's, and their pin was £4.50. I bought it anyway, since, as Mom pointed out, we came all that way to find one. :)

One of my favorite memories with Mom: coffee and conversation in front of King's College.
One of my favorite memories with Mom:
coffee and conversation in front of King's College.
     We then grabbed a large coffee from the Caffe Nero across from the college, and decided to sit on the low wall enclosing the front lawn to relax and enjoy our surroundings. We also enjoyed one of our many talks about English history and literature. This time we were contemplating the motivation for a people to follow their leader into war, from the Iraq war motivated by fear of terrorism, to Henry V's conversations with his troops in Shakespeare, who were compelled by force and fear to follow a monarch. (Yes, we do enjoy that sort of conversation...) :) It's hard not to have those in England, when history and literature are connected with nearly everything one sees.

     Then it was after sunset and time to return to Luton!










© Anna Morton 2016 

Sunday, 3 July 2016

As American as Cherry Pie – or should I say British...

| Making my first cherry pie – a British one! |
| Making my first cherry pie – a British one! |
     One of my latest baking adventures involved embarking on the creation of a cherry pie. I've never attempted one before, so I decided to consult the experts – which in my case is The Great British Bakeoff: How to Bake cookbook! And just as a British cherry pie seems a twist on it's usual American associations, this recipe gives us something just a little different. Instead of the usual flour, fat and water that you mix together and roll out, we get to have a bit more fun by adding almonds to the dough and grating it!

     Now, if you know much about British desserts you have probably heard of the Bakewell tart, that little pastry flavored by cherry and almond, which gives this recipe even more of a British connection. Then if on top of that fact you confess that you aren't the greatest fan of too much almond flavor, allow me to reassure you that this recipe is as delicious as any cherry pie imaginable – it is fresh, simple and bursting with the flavors of juicy cherries and a sweet crunchy crust!

     For the crust I simply threw everything into a food processor and pulsed it a few times:
  • 250g all-purpose flour
  • 50g ground almonds (I love the almond flour from Trader Joe's!)
  • 175g unsalted butter, chilled and diced
  • 100g sugar
  • 2 large egg yolks
  • 3 tablespoons cream
  • 1 tablespoon iced water
     Then you mold it into one big lump, wrap it in plastic wrap and refrigerate it. The recipe said to refrigerate it for half an hour, but I left mine in longer while I got distracted doing other things, and it hardened into a nice solid piece, which turned out to be easier to grate than it would have been after only half an hour.

Pie crust dough mixed in a food processor

     I have to say, grating crust is not necessarily easier than rolling it out. The dough inevitably begins to soften in your hands so that by the end you're sort of squishing it through the grater. But then you don't have to deal with finding the space to roll it out, or the dough sticking to the counter top, or the dough cracking when you lay it into the pie plate (off-centered, of course...). But I'll admit that the best thing about it – let's be honest – is that it's just fun do do!

     Basically you slice the lump of dough in half, grate the first half into the pie pan and squish it down with your fingers until it's in an even layer on the bottom and up the sides...

Almond pie crust grated into the pan

....then you put the filling in before taking the second half of the dough and grating it all over the top. Et vòila!

Almond pie crust grated onto the pie


     It seems like quite a lot, but once it's all cooked it flattens out a bit and turns into a deliciously mild, sweet, nutty, crumbly pie crust that ought to be a part of more recipes. :)

The marvelous Warm Cherry Crumble Pie!
The marvelous Warm Cherry Crumble Pie!



© Anna Morton 2016


Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Punting on the Cam: Oxford or Cambridge?


 England 2015 Travel Journal
Monday, April 6

     After Easter Kid's Club we went to Cambridge! We used the Park and Ride bus service here, as we did in Oxford. It kept us from going to tea at the Orchard Tea Gardens, since they're in Grantchester (and this bus doesn't stop there), but then we had more time for other things we wanted to do – the first of which was King's College Chapel!


     On our way to the Chapel from the shopping mall where our bus dropped us we were - ah - detained by a punting tour guide, and were quite easily persuaded into booking a couple of spots for ourselves – fortunately we were already inclined. (And maybe because he was really nice and had just been to California. And he gave me the student price because I had "recently been a student.") :) It was £20 for Mom and £15 for me, but now we can say we've done it and never need to do it again – although it was so lovely that I wouldn't mind doing it again if I had the chance!

     Then we dropped £16 on tickets for the Chapel in the ticket office across the street from King's College, and grabbed a mocha at Caffé Nero (that we had to drink rather quickly by taking continuous alternating sips before we could go inside).


     The Chapel was magnificent! It's patrons were equally magnificent, seeing how it was begun by Henry VI, added to by Richard III and finished by Henry VIII. The elaborate fan-vaulted ceiling soars above you, before you pass through the elaborate wooden "quire" built by Henry VIII for Anne Boleyn, and finally to the east end that was built in a simpler style by Henry VI.

     And we could take pictures!


The entrance to King's College Chapel.
The entrance to King's College Chapel.
(With a very convenient rubbish bin just outside for people with recently emptied Caffe Nero cups...)

King's College Chapel
A look at the east end. The walls were added by Richard III, except for the lower bit which was part of the original building by Henry VI.

King's College Chapel
The fan-vaulted ceiling soaring over the 'quire' built by Henry VIII.
     The "quire" has Henry's and Anne's initials carved all over it. But in only one place are they carved together, as one of the volunteers pointed out to us. So I got photo documentation of that. :)

Henry VIII's and Anne Boleyn's initials.
Henry VIII's and Anne Boleyn's initials.
(I apologize for the slightly blurry quality of this picture.)

Us in King's College Chapel
We tried getting a selfie, but a nice lady took pity on us and offered to snap a photo in the usual way. :)
     Then it was time for our punting! We met our tour company guide and fellow punters in front of King's College, then walked and walked over the river to a little dock where our group of thirteen was divided into two boats. We were awfully low in the water, maybe six inches above the river in the middle of the boat. But there is something exciting about being able to dip your fingers in the water if you felt so inclined.

     We had a student-aged tour guide, who had some very definite opinions against the modern architecture added to the colleges. :) (We appreciated that, being inclined to more traditional styles ourselves.) We also ran into a friendly swan who took a moment to swim over to the other boat and greet the passengers. He did not, however, deign to grace our boat with his notice...



     The sun came out and gave us an even lovelier ride! We passed a number of other boats being punted all-too-clearly (that is to say, waywardly) by novices who had decided to punt themselves, as evidenced by our getting couple of knocks from them along the way.

     It was a most relaxing experience floating along under a blue sky and surrounded by historic buildings that have lined that river for centuries. It would be the ideal spot for a picnic, and I could just imagine how many people over the years (in the 1920s, specifically) had taken out a basket for a nice, leisurely trip down the Cam. :)

Punting in Cambridge

Spanning both sides of the river is Trinity College built by Henry VIII
Spanning both sides of the river is Trinity College built by Henry VIII

Spanning both sides of the river is Trinity College built by Henry VIII

Spanning both sides of the river is Trinity College built by Henry VIII
Trinity College is supposedly perfectly symmetrical (from the front, of course).

A sunny King's College Chapel.
A sunny King's College Chapel.
Cambridge's Bridge of Sighs
Cambridge's Bridge of Sighs
The beautiful part of the river Cam where our boat was docked.
The beautiful part of the river Cam where our boat was docked.
     By the time we returned from our jaunt on the river everything was closed, so we walked up through the colleges to the top of the town, before looking for a place to eat. After walking all the way down and around and back to King's, we tried being decisive by eating at a pub we liked the look of – The Green Man, a quiet place just off the road and around the corner from King's.

King's Parade/Trumpington Road, the main drag in Cambridge.
King's Parade/Trumpington Road, the main drag in Cambridge.
Looking down the road toward King's.
Looking down the road toward King's.
St. John's College
St. John's College
St. John's College
The chapel of St. John's College
      The only problem with our day's plans is that it was a bank holiday and everything closed early – including the Park and Ride bus service. So after finding a normal bus and getting some directions from an eccentric bus driver, we walked for 40 minutes back to the car park... in the dark. Not an ideal scenario, but it was one of those memorable adventures where you learn something that seems to befall us on every trip. Thankfully, two ladies pulled up to ask us for directions, who were also happy to drive us to the creepily empty car park just as Mom was acknowledging that God would take care of us. :) It's funny how often that happens...
     
The Round Church, built in about 1100 AD
The Round Church, built in about 1100 AD
      So what is my opinion of Cambridge? Being built around a river definitely adds a pleasant atmosphere – the sort that Oxford doesn't have – although the streets and buildings have the same eclectic, charming look of a bookshelf. There is less of a deep scholarly feel in it than in Oxford, and it instead feels as if it's more a part of the relaxed countryside that surrounds it. It's all really a matter of preference whether a person enjoys Oxford or Cambridge more. I loved them both, and I'm afraid that I must be lamely non-committal by saying that my preference depends solely on my mood. :)



© Anna Morton 2016

Saturday, 25 June 2016

The Pièce de Résistance of Benedict Cumberbatch

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
   
     This post is not so much trying to convince you to watch Richard III – Benedict Cumberbatch having top billing is enough for most people – as to look at what makes Benedict's performance in this famous roll unique.

     To put it simply, I think his acting is incomparable and here's why!


Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown

Why, this it is, when men are rul’d by women: 
’Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower; 
My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, ’tis she 
That tempers him to this extremity.



Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood 
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

 
Go tread the path that thou shalt ne’er return: 
Simple plain Clarence, I do love thee so 
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven    

     This third installment of The Hollow Crown: Wars of the Roses shifts the focus from the warring red and white blooms to the sharpest thorn of the white rose, that infamous Richard. From here on out he drives the plot, and Benedict handles the role so masterfully that we in the audience are enthralled as we are reluctantly driven along by this charismatically murderous man.


Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown




Was ever woman in this humor woo’d?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
I’ll have her, but I will not keep her long.
What? I, that kill’d her husband and his father,
To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes...
And yet to win her! All the world to nothing! Hah!

     If it is possible, the gentleman keeps surpassing himself, and the case of Richard III is no exception. He is so villainous that the film leaves you huddling in the corner while you applaud in speechless awe. He reaches the ultimate in being both subtle and dynamic. There are hundreds of tiny nuances to catch if you watch him closely, while at the same time his character explodes off the screen because there is so much energy and power coming from him.

     And the fact that he happens to be in the starring role makes this film just too tempting to miss.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown







     "Subtle, sly and bloody" – that is how Richard's mother describes him, and that is exactly what we see. The screenwriters and director Dominic Cooke did an excellent job in purposefully narrowing the focus down to Richard over the three films, by tracking how he got to the throne and how and why he turned out as he did. They were wise enough to achieve this focus by giving the audience ample shots of Benedict's face. Of course the nature of Shakespeare's play already gives Richard many opportunities to show his face to the audience with his asides and soliloquies. But it is satisfying to see how those involved in the film went even further in that important particular, and have many shots of Benedict when he isn't speaking to the audience (or speaking at all).

     This brings me to one advantage that film sometimes has over live theater. When we are watching a group of actors on the stage it is impossible to see the reactions of every character, especially of those who aren't speaking. But in a film like this every expression of Benedict's is put right in front of our eyes. I don't always appreciate this fact in other films, but, as I've already said, every moment of his performance is riveting, so in this case I say it is an excellent idea.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown

Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.
Look how I am bewitch’d; behold, mine arm
Is like a blasted sapling, wither’d up;
And this is Edward’s wife, that monstrous witch...
If? Thou protector of this damned strumpet,
Talk’st thou to me of “ifs”? Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head!





     Another way in which they took their queue from Shakespeare is in the almost exaggerated theatricality of Richard, in both his actions and his speech. Richard Gloucester is such a drama queen! (Sound familiar Sherlock fans?) Now an actor could easily overdo this, but of course Benedict is the master of playing emotionless men who can convincingly feign every emotion under the sun. He is the master actor playing the master manipulator, and he does so, perfectly!

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown



     In Henry VI Part Two we saw the beginnings of Richard's skills in manipulation via taking on whatever rôle would best serve his own ends, and now in Richard III we see him use those skills with the expertise of a surgeon wielding a scalpel. He gets an idea into his head, and then we sit back and watch him put all of his skill into action to achieve his ends by playing on peoples' emotions, spreading rumors, pointing fingers, painting himself as the the victim, and threatening people to take his side. Part of the power of Benedict's performance, and of the role itself, is that we as the audience always know Richard is manipulating people with his displays of emotion (because he tells us), yet at the same time he is so effective that we almost have to applaud the skill of his performance. But still more dazzling is how believable Benedict is as he brings Richard to life.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown


     Richard tells us outright that he is subtle, false and treacherous, plotting murder after murder unapologetically, and it is this brazen energy that Benedict captures and keeps us riveted to the screen. Not for one second does Benedict's performance lose that zeal and relentless ambition. It actually gains a sort of fanatical determination as he begins loosing his dubious grip on the crown, so that when the film finally ends you're sitting there breathlessly coming to grips with this turning, twisting, racing, remorseless ride you've just endured.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull. Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead, And I would have it suddenly perform’d. What say’st thou now? Speak suddenly, be brief.





     Now I've seen a few movies that wrung me out by the end of them and kept me thinking for a long time afterwards. But there was an unusual power in this one. Benedict is so real as Richard that I feel as if I've actually seen all of this happen – all of the plotting, ambition, murders, manipulation, revenge and heartlessness – and it is no easy thing to watch. That a human being could have done all that Richard does – and it is possible that the real Richard did a majority of it – is disturbing, and Shakespeare adds to that in the construction and dialogue of his play. Then Benedict grabs it and runs with it – straight in the direction Shakespeare pointed.

     Benedict Cumberbatch has a gift for stretching any role to it's furthest limit while being able to keep his acting at the highest pitch of naturalness. Richard is a role where those limits stretch very far indeed, and it is possible for an actor to misread the direction and get slightly off by making him too theatrical and melodramatically villainous, especially with his physical deformity. But Benedict, by adhering to the standard of the natural, makes Richard as terrifying as possible because he tries – and succeeds – to make the villain real.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown
If I be so disgracious in your eye, 
Let me march on and not offend you, madam. 
Strike up the drum.









     His Richard is theatrical, but theatrical in a real way. He hunches over and limps like any conventional villain might, but Benedict has obviously studied how that physicality would really effect a man's body. He gleefully boasts of his plans to the audience, but Benedict understands where Richard has come from, that his quickness is natural and his ambition was fed by the war for power he's been a part of all his life. He acts the way a clever person would when they get caught up in the enjoyment of their own plans and ability to manipulate – he understands that the frailty of genius is that it needs an audience. Even his speech is changed to reflect the character, with precise and punching consonants that seem so natural for the conspicuously dramatic Richard.

     What he does is sheer brilliance! He brings this legendary character to life with startling skill. It feels like you've met Richard, and the effects of that meeting are completely terrifying and captivating all at once.

     I would argue that what makes his Richard uniquely powerful is his ability to become the character so completely, from every explosion of manipulative emotion, down to the smallest raise of the eyebrow.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Richard III in The Hollow Crown
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous...
     He is bringing Shakespeare to life for a new generation – I know this phrase may be a bit of a cliché at the moment, but it's so accurate that I have to use it! – and it is thrilling to be here to see it happen!



© Anna Morton 2016