MONDAY: Ah, the pleasures of Crofting in the City in July. This is the
month when the garden pays back for all that hideous winter digging in
the sleet of November, all the tedium of sewing and pricking out in the
April drizzle and all the back-breaking weeding of May and June.
Now is the season for lying out on the lawn drinking, long glasses of
mint-topped Pimms in the summer heat while the bees make salt-shaker
dances among the delicate pink geraniums of Judy's flower patch and the
overflowing vegetable garden becomes a till-less supermarket ten paces
from the kitchen door.
Best of all, now is the season of fresh blackcurrant and mint
milkshake and, even as I type out these immortal words on the kitchen
Apple, I can see the very pregnant Gerry spooning down yet another of
this refreshing summer cooler as she lies like a beached whale in the
Habitat hammock.
TUESDAY: Talking of summer drinks, I have received a poisonous letter
from a Glasgow reader who claims that my recipe for Elderflower
champagne failed to provide her with the promised ''frothy pleasure
juice'' and requesting that I print another recipe for Elderflower
champagne in this column.
Look one up yourself, you lazy old besom. The excellent one I gave you
was kindly passed on to me by an ancient garden cherub-moulder from
Alness and if it works for the two of us there's no reason why it
shouldn't work for you.
The trick, my dear madam, is to ensure that the sun is shining on the
flowers as you pick them and never to pause, yea even for a stroupach,
between picking and starting the mulching process. It's also important
to leave the drink for at least a week before drinking. Nonetheless,
this week I have been sufficiently chastened by your harsh words to
print my recipe for blackcurrant and mint milkshake in greater detail
than I normally give. And I do hope you have better luck with it than
you did with the Elderflower champagne.
WEDNESDAY: Take half a pound of clean blackcurrants, a dozen mint
leaves, a pint of cool milk and a quarter of a pint of vanilla ice
cream.
Bring the currants and mint to the boil over a gentle heat and softly
simmer until the berries have yielded up their blood of red treasure and
summer sunshine and then sieve and set aside to cool.
Once the slurry has cooled, put it into the fridge for a while and
then blend it in a machine with the milk and ice cream. The trick here
is to ensure that the whole kit and caboodle is well blended before you
serve it garnished with chopped mint, a few blackcurrants and perhaps
even an alpine strawberry or two for decoration.
THURSDAY: Talking of poisonous letters, I have been much vilified in
my local, the Bridge Inn, by Herald readers who have read of the death
by city fox of our pet duck Andrew, now sorely missed by Fergie, the
hen. Even one of the Volvo Highlanders who walk their fat labradors past
the bottom of the croft put his head over the hedge to bray somewhat
sadistically that he was sorry to read about the duck, before giving a
rather unpleasant laugh.
Of course, Gerry insisted that we have a funeral for the wretched
animal, ''as he had been our friend'', and the Reverend Christian Maybe
demeaned his profession by saying a few words over the shallow grave.
Christian was dropping by with his cat which he was leaving with us
while he's on holiday.
FRIDAY: This evening Blue Peter made a rather tasteless gesture by
cooking a dinner of fried duck breast with a cherry and wine sauce.
Needless to say Gerry had to leave the room at the very smell of it and
Pete got a helluva look from the Admiral. However, tasteless is maybe
the wrong word as the duck was utterly delicious and as it was obviously
very easy to prepare I thought you might like the recipe.
Having fried the breasts slowly in butter, Pete made what he calls his
''cheating'' cherry and wine sauce. To do this he takes six ounces of
Morello cherry jam and combines it with five fluid ounces of red wine in
a saucepan which he then simmers, lidless, for 10 minutes. This produces
a rich and tasty sauce which is more than enough for four people,
particularly if you add some finely chopped fresh cherries during the
last minute of the reducing.
SATURDAY: Lawks, I'm in trouble again. Plook, the Reverend Christian
Maybe's cat has disappeared under the floorboards. I suppose it was
foolish of me to let the ruddy animal out of its travelling basket into
its new home when there were so many people around, but no sooner had I
lifted the lid than the piebald beast went shooting under the floor and
wouldn't come out.
Royston Rene, who has come to help Gerry with the baby, has been a
good friend of the Reverend Christian since her days as housekeeper at
Iona Abbey and she had agreed to look after the one-eyed mutt while he
was on his package holiday in the Canaries. Now she is spending her days
wandering around the croft house calling both Plook and me.
SUNDAY: And so another week draws to its happy conclusion with our
bonding Sunday morning brunch.
Gerry has prepared some luscious fools from the soft fruits in the
garden and we have a choice of gooseberry, raspberry and blackcurrant to
add to our city croft muesli which was prepared the night before. Soft
fruit fools are rarely seen these days since puddings have become less
fashionable but they do make a wonderful addition to breakfast cereals.
Sadly summer showers have forced us indoors this morning, but in spite
of our incarceration the crack is still fierce -- and when Green
Geraldine's baby moves within her there is a spontaneous round of
applause from the city crofters while both the Admiral and Gerry beam
with delight. Two weeks to go until the birth. Ah, the pleasures of
crofting in the city.
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