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God Save the Queen

I managed to wake up at 4 a.m. this morning to get my royal wedding on. This was my spread:

WF sold out of scones by the time I got there (I took a last-minute improv elective last night — SO WORTH IT) and in my post-playing butterflies and giddiness I went a little balls with my breakfast feast: (almost) scones (AKA cream biscuits), raspberry jam, Devon clotted cream, Lincolnshire cheddar, Branston Pickle, tiny bottle of champagne, OJ and sticky toffee pudding.

I didn’t share any of it with the asshole cat, who got angry with me for waking him up so early (I understand that timber of meow, thank you.) and made it all the way through half of a giant pot of tea and everything but the pudding. SO FULL at 6 a.m. Decided to do laundry.

THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING BLOG. Food! Laundry! Please tell me about brushing your teeth.

I might go back to sleep. Sleep would be good. I have to work at 9.

Friday, Friday, what’s good to do on this Friday night?

Already.

Remember how I was all, IMMA POST EVERY SINGLE DAY EVER!?

I forgot that it’s really tough to keep that kind of promise when you’re days away from leaving the country (maybe. I’m looking at you, Heathrow!) and it’s a close countdown to Christmas and there’s a MILLION THINGS HAPPENING.

Things:

1) Ainjel is here and her CD sounds awesome
2) My tooth hurts. Endodontic flare up or something.
3) I bought snow boots and thermals.
4) I had Christmas tamales. There’s nothing, nothing like Christmas tamales.
5) The Saints lost. I … I … I don’t even know.

Sidenote: I really, really hate Everybody Loves Raymond.

Mince Mince Mince

Test run of the mince pies tonight. The Dai Due mince was quite good, not as sweet and gooey (I think is the right word) as the ones we’re used to, but Daniel commented that the lack of sweetness and more natural taste was really nice.

I added a spoonful of vanilla ice cream on the side to make up for it and it worked out nicely.

I spread out the pie dough too thin on the bottoms and as a result, left most of the pie bottoms on the tin. Next time I’ll get that ratio right.

Some pics:

No. 1 Cup

Mince pies and Pimms Cups. It’s like I’m in England already!

East Side Show Room has the best Pimms Cup in town, hands down. (Hands in the air actually, waving them et. al.) Their happy hour is one of East Side’s best, with $5 classic cocktails (Pimm’s is my favorite, Russian Mule a close second) and half-off appetizers, making that locally sourced charcuterie and cheese plate a must.

From their site:
All juices are freshly squeezed daily. We pick fresh herbs daily. We prepare all our own syrups, tinctures, infusions, and preserve pickles, cherries, and fruits seasonally. We even use the finest, cleanest, hardest ice available to chill your cocktail.

They put thought into the *ice*.

I like Pimms more in the Summer, but when you have 70+ degree mid–December days, it still pairs well.

I haven’t seen canned Pimms & Lemonade in the US, but had these on a boat bar in London: (Yes. Boat Bar. What?)

Okay, maybe they’re not as classy as the East Side Show Room.

There’s so much more about the history of Pimms (For example, there six people in existence who carry the recipe to Pimms at any one time and they are forbidden to fly together.) at this article from the Guardian.

Sidenote:
So the people in the Pimms 6 and the people who hold the recipe for the Colonel’s recipe and Coca-Cola original and those beans with the talking dog — say they all really exist (okay, maybe not the dog). I think it would be an awesome social experiment to get all of them together “on accident” and lock them in a room for two hours. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PANIC THAT ENSUES WHEN THE SECRET RECIPE COUNCIL DISAPPEARS/GETS PRETEND KIDNAPPED?


Why yes, I *am* on painkillers for my tooth, why do you ask?

Suet

When talking about mince pies, or mincemeat pies, you can’t … oh I’m just going to get it out here in the beginning, mince words. There’s suet in those gorgeous buttery crusted, sweet pies.

What’s suet? It’s essentially the hard fat (beef or mutton) around the loins and kidneys. It’s used to make tallow and pastries, especially mince pies and Christmas puddings. Sounds awful. But it’s really not.

People, hardcore people, make their own mince filling from fruits and raisins and brandy and suet (and occasionally meat), and then serve them in gorgeous pies or mini-pies around the holidays.

Other people (see: me) buy versions from Mr.Kipling or Hoppers (two of the only three I’ve seen Stateside). My absolute favorite, though:

Walker’s Luxury Mince Pies.

And we just finished the last of them.

This means that this week, THIS WEEK, I need to do what I set out to do when I stalked Dai Due’s booth at the Austin Farmer’s Market a few weeks ago and make a ton of them myself.

Dai Due doesn’t play around with their Mincemeat. Read their description:

“We begin preparing our Traditional Mincemeat in May, when the apricots first show at the markets. These are dried, along with Rain Lily Farm sugar figs and tiny, sour plums. When Fall rolls around, hundreds of pounds of Lightsey Farm Keffir pears and Apple Country Granny Smiths are diced and very slowly baked with sugar, spices and a little buttery Richardson Farm beef suet. As the temperatures finally drop a bit more, the final ingredients in a 6 month recipe present themselves: the first oranges and grapefruits are candied and juiced, and sweet new-crop pecans are roasted and added to the mix and baked even further. This syrupy compote is then fortified and preserved with copious amounts of brandy. This mincemeat is redolent of pears, apples, brandy and spice, rich depth from the dried fruits and suet, slightly bitter notes from the grapefruit, sweet and sour flavors from the orange and savory crunch from the pecans.”

I mean, for REAL. If your mouth isn’t watering right now, you’re dead to me.

The reason I haven’t made pies from the two GIANT quarts I bought from them is because I’m stuck on the crusts. (That, and the boxed Walker’s pies are SO GOOD.) I don’t know how to shape them, cut them and/or bake them. There’s a better than not chance I’m going to go with roll-and-go crust, but even then, how big is too big? Do I stick them in my cupcake tins?

I’m guessing yes and that I’m going to do some trial runs until I figure it out and eat so much mince that I turn into a giant bottle of brandy. Also, I’ll drink heavily whilst doing all of it it’ll just be fun either way. Y/Y?

If it turns out to be a giant disaster, that will be FINE because I’m going to England in T-11 days now, when on Christmas Eve, we’ll eat 234895793485798 of them at midnight mass and I’ll wonder why I felt the need to even try in the first place.

ELEVEN DAYS. I need to make mince pies, Mexican Wedding cookies and butter cookies in the next eleven days.

Stay tuned.

Houston …

… means that I’m one step closer to the U.K.

We’re chillin’ in the President’s Club. Being … holiday-like, having noontime cocktails and cheese and crackers and watching the planes go by.

(I should add a caveat to this and say Daniel is taking calls and being business-like and I’m blogging. Make of that what you like.)

I’ve been absent, again. I know you can’t properly raise a blog if you don’t tend to it because blogs are like plants and they need sun and people to talk to them and the miracle of photosynthesis and such.

What I’ve been doing in the meantime is: collecting cookbooks, untangling broken alliances, trying to defend my sudden! rapid! weight loss! from well-intentioned friends/co-workers/random strangers, working out how to get through the end of the brain-healing process (and the recent flood of emotions that were in queue waiting their turn to be handled), keeping my head above water for forty/fifty-two and trying to keep the cycle of DREAM/DO/DREAM/DO alive and (somewhat) in full-steam.

I haven’t baked a thing in weeks.

So …

Houston. Planes. A pen to paper journal, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake (Aimee Bender) to soften the eyes and an ocean’s length of noise cancellation.

This trip will be wonderful, it goes without saying how incredibly happy I’ll be to see family — it’s been far, far too long — but right now the long disconnect in the sky is what I’m looking forward to the most.