Showing posts with label Lunch. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Ponderings of the heart . . .




There's a soap on the telly over here that I have been watching for years and years, called Coronation Street. I believe it's the oldest running serial on British Television, having been on the air since 1960, in fact they just celebrated the 50th Anniversary at the end of last year with all sorts of special programs on the television.

I have always liked it because it is quite realistic in a lot of ways. It's about a street in a North Western suburb of Manchester called Weatherfield. The people in it are very working class . . . oh, you may have a few toff's but for the most part very humble and ordinary folk. Most have the same day to day struggles as most people do . . . how they are going to pay their bills, family problems, etc. You feel as if you could just walk up to any door on the street and you would be knocking on the door of a much loved friend. The characters seem real to you and you care about them.

They often run story lines which touch on important issues that affect people in their own lives . . . for instance last year, a character, Sally Webster, had breast cancer . . . and the Windasse's son Gary did a stint with the army in Afghanistan and came home injured from a road bomb, having lost his best friend and suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.



One of the latest story lines they have had running (and there are usually 2 or 3 different ones at any given time) is about Maria, a long standing character, having been almost raped by a business colleague. She had been hired on by the owner of the knicker factory as Carla's (the owner and her ex sister in law) PA. With the downturn in the economic situation in the country this business has been really floundering and it's been touch and go for months now if it will make it through. They had the opportunity to get a big contract from this man named Frank. Carla could see that he had an eye for Maria and so has sent Maria over to his place to sweeten him up one night, under the guise of talking business. She tells Maria to really doll herself up and to flirt with him a little bit, which Maria does do . . . the end result being that she ends up having to fight him off as he won't take no for an answer and trys to rape her. She does manage to escape but the whole experience leaves her rather shaken. To make a long story short, he denies anything and Carla really is desparate to save her business, and so Maria ends up having to swallow her pride and put up with him. This happened months ago and it's been really difficult for Maria having to put up with him. He knows that he did it and she knows that he did it . . . he thinks he's gotten away with it and in the meantime Maria's confidence has gone right down the tube . . .



It came to a head the other night when Maria quite her job, and was finally forced to tell her partner what had happened. She had been keeping it from him and had been slowly pulling away from him because of all the emotional stress and upset. As she sat there and shared with him what she was feeling, I just started crying. She talked about how ashamed she was and about how it was all her fault and how dirty and stupid she felt . . .

When I was 16, I was not "almost" raped . . . I "was" raped by an older boy, of about 20 or so on a school exchange trip. I won't go into all the details about it, but it was a case of "date rape." I was in a French Speaking Province on a school exchange trip, where I could not speak the language, and this young man had been hanging around all of us kids, and was great friends with the kids that we were bileting with. He seemed like a really nice guy, and was very attentive towards me. I was flattered. He was older and not bad looking. Yes, I kissed him on several occasions and one day, when we were away from the rest of the crowd, he raped me. I couldn't stop him. I remember feeling so ashamed afterwards and afraid. Afraid that I was pregnant. Afraid that my parents would find out. I was convinced that it was my fault and that I had asked for it in some way. I felt dirty and stupid. It was just horrible.



The other night as we watched this show, all those horrible feelings came back to me and I cried. My heart broke for Maria and what she was going through . . . and my heart broke for the 16 year old me who was robbed of all my innocence and made to feel cheap and tarty and dirty. You often hear about people "growing up" overnight . . . I grew up in a most horrible way that night and it is something I have carried with me ever since and has probably affected me in a lot of negative ways since . . . I was only a girl. I was young and inexperienced. I was away from home for the first time in my life. I'd always been kept safe and protected. I as innocent and naieve. I was vulnerable . . . and he took it all away from me.

Nobody has the right to do that to another person. No man has the right to take something from a girl that is not freely offered. No means no . . . no matter how pretty the girl is, or how flirtatious . . . or however drunk, etc. It's just wrong. There is no right about it.

The end result for me was that he left all sorts of marks on my neck and the other kids on the trip ostracized me for the remainder of the trip, treating me like I was a slut. They didn't know what had happened, only that I had been flirting with this older good looking guy, and that I had hickies on ny neck. My parents did find out because he passed something on to me that needed medical treatment . . . I had a boyfriend at the time and we had never been intimate with each other. I ended up breaking it off with him because of everything that had happened, and I spent a very long time feeling responsible, and horrible about myself. I believe that the course of my life as changed forever . . .



The show ended the other night with Maria having called the police to report what had happened. I hope he gets done for it . . . coz he deserves to get done for it. Justice must be served . . . for Maria, and for every other girl who says no and gets ignored.

This probably isn't what you expected to read here this morning. I know it certainly isn't what I expected to write about when I first sat down here at my computer . . . but it is what was on my mind and heart. I hope I haven't offended anyone, but I suspect I am not alone in this. I think there are a lot of us out there who have been through similar situations, and I just wanted to say that it's not your fault. You are not cheap. You are not dirty and you are not stupid. And God loves you, and can help to make it better.




*Potatao Asparagus Frittata*
Serves 4
Printable Recipe

A quick and easy stove top supper that is filled with all the lovely tastes of Spring!

2 1/2 ounces of Swiss Cheese, grated
1 TBS butter
1/2 cup sliced spring onions
1 pound of Asparagus spears, washed, trimmed and cut into 1 inch pieces*
1 1/2 cups of chopped cooked potato
1/2 cup milk
6 large free range eggs
1 tsp lemon pepper seasoniing
1/2 tsp salt
chopped fresh parsley

Melt the butter in a 10 inch skillet until it begins to foam. Add the spring onions and asparagus. Cook, stirring occasionally, over medium high heat until crispy tender, some 2 to 3 minutes. Add the potatoes and give them a good stir. Reduce the heat to low.

Beat together the eggs, milk, lemon pepper and salt. Pour over the potato mixture. Cover and cook until the centre is almost set. This will take 30 to 35 minutes. Sprinkle with the cheese and remove from the heat. Cover and let stand in order to allow the cheese to melt for several minutes. Garnish with parsley and serve.

Cut into wedges to serve. A tossed salad goes along very well with this. Makes a nice lunch or a lovely light supper.

*Note: to prepare asparagus, wash well and then take the spears and snap off the tough and woody ends by gently bending the lower third of the spear. It will break easily off in just the right spot. Discard these bits. I then like to take a sharp knife and remove the little spines all around the spear as they can be a bit bitter. Discard them as well and then cut your asparagus into 1 inch pieces.



Over in The English Kitchen today a delicious treat . . . Golden Syrup and Oatmeal Muffins!


Wednesday, 6 October 2010

I hope you dance . . .



Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another.
~Author Unknown


One of my favourite memories of visiting my family this past summer was watching my little grandson dance. He would be playing with his toys and then a song would come on the radio or the television that would capture his attention. All of a sudden he would stop whatever it was he was doing and stand completely still . . . and then it would start. At first just a few movements of his head and then it would work it’s whole way down his body and within just a few seconds his whole body would be moving in rhythm to the music and he would be dancing with total and complete abandon. He didn’t care that anyone was watching. I doubt he even noticed. He was dancing and in his own little world, enveloped by sweet music and giving his whole self over to his own sense of rhythm. It was charming. It was beautiful. It was wonderful to watch.



Small children are like that. They have no sense of fear really, no self consciousness. They hear a song and they give themselves over to it. They don’t care about what you or I think, or what anyone thinks really. They just hear the music and they dance, with abandon and pure pleasure. Completely innocent of all the cares and woes of the world, they dance. They dance because they hear the music and they listen to how it makes them feel. They dance because they are in tune with their inner bliss. They dance because they want to.



Sometimes when I am alone I dance. I just listen to the music and I close my eyes and go with the flow. It’s a wonderful feeling . . . invigorating and inspiring. For those few moments I can do anything, be anything . . . and I feel beautiful. The music envelopes me and carryies me away to a place where nothing and nobody else matters. It’s as if I am a bird and I am flying, soaring through the air above this earthly realm, my own spirit carrying me to places only my inner voice can see or reach. For a few moments I am a child again . . . and I am free to be me, free of all thoughts and cares and woes. It’s a wonderful feeling.



Really we should dance through life. We should listen to the music around us as it speaks to our soul. We should happily go with the flow and abandon ourselves to feeling and loving and enjoying every scrap of our lives that we can, without worrying about anyone watching us or what others will think . . . finding our inner bliss and embracing it totally. Perhaps at first we will only be comfortable moving our heads a little bit, but as we free our spirits even more, we should feel the dance working it’s way down our whole body until we are totally involved and dancing in the deep end with both feet.



Too many of us live our lives just in passing, for fear of being judged, or hurt. We are afraid to listen to the music around us, afraid to abandon ourselves to the dance. We spend our lives sitting on the sidelines and letting it pass us by. Life has so much more to offer us than just a seat on the side . . . We need to grab it and hang on and go, just go with the flow, enjoying the music of our lives and wherever it may take us.

Just my thoughts on this early October Wednesday morning. I hope you have a beautiful day today and that . . . . you dance.

I have this old handwritten cookbook that my ex mother in law gave me back in the 1970’s when I was first married. It’s pages are quite splattered now and the cover is falling off and some of the pages are getting hard to read. I really need to get a new notebook and copy the recipes over before they are lost forever. One of my favourites from this book is this little gem. It’s a great way to use up leftover cooked chicken or turkey for that matter!



*Hot Chicken Salad*
Serves 4
Printable Recipe

I can remember my mother serving this to the ladies that came for lunch on occasion when I was a girl. My mother in law used to serve it to her friends as well. It was simple to make, but "oh-so-delicious" when it was done. A really wonderful way of dressing up leftovers and making them seem truly special. Eating it made you feel special, coz it was like "Ladies's Lunch" stuff!

3 cups of cubed cooked chicken
½ cup chopped toasted almonds
1 TBS grated onion
1 ½ TBS fresh lemon juice
¼ tsp pepper
1 cup good quality mayonnaise (I use Hellmann’s)
1 ½ cups of diced celery
1 ½ cups grated medium cheddar cheese
1 ½ cups crushed potato crisps (chips)

Preheat oven to 180*C/375*F. Lightly grease a 1 litre casserole dish and set aside.

Combine chicken, almonds, grated onion, lemon juice, celery, and pepper in mixing bowl. Add mayonnaise and mix it all together well. Place in the prepared casserole dish, smoothing the top. Scatter the grated cheese over top and then sprinkle on the crushed potato crisps. (you can use flavoured ones if you want. I like the cheese and onion ones) Cover with aluminium foil.

Bake for approximately 25 minutes. Remove the foil and bake for another 10 minutes, or until bubbling and nicely starting to brown. Remove from the oven and let sit for about 10 minutes before serving.

I like to bake a batch of homemade biscuits to serve with this, along with a nice mixed salad of lettuce greens, cucumber, radish and tomato. Delicious!



In The English Kitchen today, a delicious Ginger and Pear Upside-down Pudding!