Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Fudge, FatBikes and Christopher Fry!


First the fudge-

Fudge....

     (Space for photo if there is any left...)

Take a 12oz tin of condensed Milk , 12oz of white chocolate chips, two handfuls of mini marshmallows , a greased lined pan, a microwave and a very keen daughter ....

first allow daughter to open can, decant milk (whilst watching her like a hawk to avoid premature testing) into a glass dish add chocolate chips stir well (whilst watching her like a hawk to avoid premature testing) microwave for 90 secs (plus a bit if necessary) stir well add marshmallows (whilst watching her like a hawk to avoid premature testing) pour into pan leave in cold place to set.
Allow child to deal with spoon and bowl!It's a cheat fudge recipe and not health food but sooooooo yummy.



Then the Fat Bike...(very necessary after eating the fudge)


It's orange...it has 4" fat tires, wonderful gears...it's a Snow bike and it's true love....She was a Christmas present from My OH and he got himself a Green one (A Sturgis...mine's a Fantom)
and she is brilliant fun... I'm well spoilt. It's also quite tiring so after a ride I need a cuppa and a sit down so onto the  the works of Mr. Christopher Fry

Watching "The Lady is Not for Burning" (The Cherie Lunghi/Kenneth Branagh version)

and finding out what is available/out there
Some of the plays in text form at Archive.org

https://archive.org/search.php?query=creator%3A%22Fry%2C+Christopher%22

The Lady's Not for Burning
Curtmantle
Venus Observed
Dark is Light Enough 


One play is available  in Audio form there 

A Phoenix Too Frequent
written and adapted by Christopher Fry from his 1946 play

Radio 4, Wednesday 28th April 1976, 15.05, Afternoon Theatre
Radio 4, Friday 8th April 1977, 15.05, Afternoon Theatre
NPR, 12 March 1978, Earplay

A witty verse play that retells the "Matron of Ephesus" from the 1st century AD Satyricon of Gaius Petronius.

The comedy is set in a most unlikely setting - a tomb. As the play begins, we meet the slave, Doto, who is watching over her sleeping mistress, Dynamene, a young widow of Ephesus. Dynamene is on day three of a hunger strike in her husband's tomb. The two women are determined to die so they can follow the deceased to the Underworld.

They are interrupted in their vigil by a young soldier, Tegeus, who is supposed to be guarding the bodies of dead prisoners hanging on trees outside the tomb. He marvels at what he sees as the ladies' noble gesture - and is also smitten by the widow's beauty.

To whom conferr'd a peacock's undecent
A squirrel's harsh, a phoenix too frequent.
From Robert Burton's The Anatomy of Melancholy, quoting the ancient Roman poet Martial

Cast: Sarah Badel [Dynamene], Gawn Grainger [Tegeus / Chromis] and Patsy Rowlands [Doto]

Produced and directed by Jane Morgan
There are other radio plays saved as off air recordings in collections..so who knows what may turn up!

and an interview with Mr Fry is available here (text NOT audio)
http://d.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/text/interview-with-christopher-fry


Well after all that I better go do some chores ...those of the exciting kind are waiting  (the fridge is well overdue for a scrub out as is the rest of the house...drat) So I'll just find a good radio play and see how I get on. Must remember to take photo of remaining fudge and NOT eat it ...or I'll be is so much trouble with the younger generation.


Friday, January 9, 2015

Festive Memories & Reading at the moment....




His 18th Christmas!


September by Rosamunde Pilcher


An Old favourite ....just the thing for a Cold Wintery night.

Also to go with it A Very Yummy Carrot cake courtesy Lucy at Attic 24
see here

Stacked on the virtual bookshelf (e copies) are a nice pile all ready and waiting.....
The White Cottage Mystery
Death on the Chervil
Mystery in White
The Bishop's Wife
The Wedding-Chest Mystery
Miracle on 34th Street

So that should be me kept busy......

from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)