My favourite beginning, ever, for any story is: “Once Upon a
Time.” When I read that, I know - I just know - that I am in for a fine old yarn.
This short,almost deeply philosophical statement, is my way of
introducing a post that is in large part an apology – or maybe simply an
explanation – of my rather short and obviously rushed blog stories over the last
few months. You see, “Once Upon a Time”, I used to have these little stories
planned and outlined - if not in first draft mode - for at least a few days -
if not a few weeks - in advance. Back in this fairy-tale era, I had time to
tweak and edit and polish and embellish them, the better to amuse (and perhaps
even enlighten) you.
It must be possible for even the least discerning reader to
observe that over the last few months this ideal creative scenario has fallen
by the wayside, so that I am sometimes cyber-scribbling my little stories in
the evening, after a lovely meal out at a restaurant with friends – as I am
right now - so that first draft and final draft are one and the same thing. This
dreadful scenario is the result of a number of things happening almost
synchronously – computer meltdown, lovely English visitors, too many deadlines
elsewhere, and a long-overdue holiday included. Or perhaps my stars are not in
alignment.
I am not sure why I feel compelled to keep up this Monday to
Friday thing, but think it has something to do with the uncertainty of what
might happen if I stop. Heavens Above! The punishment I am threatened with from
some of you, dear readers, when all I state I am to do, is to cease giving the
Quotation For The Day!
I hope soon to be more organised, or for my stars to get
properly in line, or conjuncted, or whatever else it is that stars do.When this happens, I will be able to build up my supply of emergency stories. Every writer needs
an emergency supply of stories, just as surely as every cook or mother needs an
emergency supply of cheesecake. Wait a Moment! I have a recipe for just that,
and here it is:
Everlasting
Cheesecakes.
To ¼ lb. of
butter and ½ lb. of sifted loaf sugar, the yolks of 6 eggs, the rinds of 2
lemons, and juice of 3, add a little grated biscuit. Put it into a pan, and
simmer until the sugar is dissolved, and it thickens like honey. Bake it in a
tart dish with the paste around, or in patty pans. A most useful reserve for
emergency, as when well made and placed in a close jar it will keep for some
months.
Household Hints to Young Housewives, by
Mary Careful (pseudonym) (London 1852)
Quotation for the
Day.
Because you don't live near a bakery doesn't mean you have to go
without cheesecake.
Hedy Lamar
4 comments:
What would "biscuit" refer to in this case? A type of what is called "cookie" in the US? Are there any biscuit recipes in her cookbook that would give a hint?
I honestly can't tell you what I love more; cheesecake or Hedy Lamarr. They are both delicious.
Take a deep breath, attend to you other callings -- then keep writing -- I need my Mon-Fri Old Foodie fix!
-Obermuda
I know this post was made a few days ago, and I certainly wouldn't complain if you decided to take up a less rigorous blogging schedule-- But I do love this blog! Unfortunately, my knowledge of food and cookery is such that I often have no idea what some of the things mentioned here are, but this means that I learn something from you in every post. So Thank-you!
Also, your quotations are brilliant. Even when I can't make heads or tails of a given recipe, I always enjoy the literary gems.
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