May 30, 2013

HOW TIME FLIES

It is now exactly a week since I embarked upon the new adventure.  Being retired.  A lot has happened since then. 

We had an awful journey to France, largely because we chose to travel at the wrong time.  The Friday before a bank holiday is not a good time and we knew we were asking for trouble but had no idea how bad it would be.

cakefest9j A double rainbow on the M1 in Nottinghamshire.

My experience of Eurotunnel reminds me of the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  (I didn’t know who wrote the famous line until I just looked it up!)  “When she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad she was horrid.”

Suffice it to say that the motorways were incredibly busy as we got further south on our way to Folkestone, and the driving really hard work around London.  The last thing we needed when we got to Eurotunnel was a THREE HOUR DELAY !!  This seems to have come about purely because of the volume of traffic.  The thing I find baffling is when they know how many people are booked onto trains, how does it come as a surprise when they all turn up?

I could rant for ages about where I think they are going wrong but I’m sure there are people much cleverer than me looking into it as we speak.  The upshot was that by the time they got us checked in the trains were running every hour instead of every ten minutes or so, and we arrived at our hotel in Calais at 5am French time – in fact we were checking into the hotel to get a few hours’ sleep at the same time as other people were checking out to set off on the next leg of their journey.

cakefest9k Hardly any traffic on the French side of the channel on Saturday morning.  Most of it had UK number plates.

As usual, driving on the French side of the English Channel was a breeze.  The traffic was light and well behaved – most of the cars and caravans in the north had UK number plates and lots of bicycles strapped to the back.

cakefest9 And then there were ten!

All our troubles melted away once we set foot through the door of our little house in Le Grand-Pressigny.  On Sunday we went to a “brocante” at Port-de-Piles near Descartes and I swooped upon this set of crockery.  A large cake plate and eleven small plates, perfect for serving cakes at a party.  And that’s just what I was going to have – a party in France to celebrate my freedom from the drudgery of work.

The plates were described as a “complete service” – the fact that there were only eleven plates means that it had once been a set of twelve where one had got broken – but for only four euros it was still a bargain.  Then I found one was cracked so in the end there were only ten !!

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The programme for our party was:

3pm – cakes and wine

5.30pm – apéros (apéritifs and nibbles)

7pm (or thereabouts) barbecue (food and more wine) (weather depending)

For the afternoon session I made, from top left, raspberry and lemon mini muffins, rustic apricot tart, lemon drizzle cake, coffee, almond and blackcurrant cake, chocolate Guinness cake and coconut macaroons.  If you click on the picture you will find a link to the recipe I used (some modified slightly).   A beautiful strawberry and rhubarb tart was also provided by Walt.

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We were incredibly lucky with the weather.  Not only did we have very little rain, but the sun actually came out and for all the afternoon and most of the evening we were able to sit outside.  We had planned the menu so that we could barbecue if the weather was good but cook it all indoors if it was raining.  We were very pleased to be able to barbecue outdoors after all.

It quite took me by surprise that so many people brought me lovely presents.  There were flowers, plants for the garden, chocolates, numerous bottles of  wine and a beautiful set of Portmeirion cake forks.  Our guests obviously know me rather too well !!

I was far too busy organising the food, chatting and generally thoroughly enjoying myself to take any photos of the “do”, but it was a very special day for me.  There were a few notable absences – it was impossible to time the party for a day when I could invite everyone I would have loved to have been there – but those people will be feeling the warmth of my friendship some time soon I hope.  It was lovely to see all those who were able to drop in, whether for just a few minutes until the bitter end.  One of the greatest joys of having found our little home in France is the number of friends we have also made and it was lovely to have so many of them around to help me celebrate.

Nick did a fantastic job with the cooking, producing a huge amount of stuff on our little barbecue as well as a very popular chicken curry (to a Hairy Bikers recipe which you can see here.)  Gaynor brought a platter of salad that was a work of art in itself, and other guests, large and small, chipped in with the serving of food and the washing up. I was also thrilled and rather proud that we could fit eighteen adults, four children and two dogs into our tiny house all at the same time and have somewhere for most of them to sit and a plate, fork and a glass each.  I do however apologise that in the end I was so “tired and emotional” that I completely forgot to serve the cheese !!

18 comments:

  1. It was a really nice party, and a good mix of people we knew and people we met for the first time there. The food was great! I'd had a big lunch with clients but still managed seconds of both the chicken and the desserts.

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  2. Yep, we agree with Susan!
    Food... superb,
    cakes... superb,
    company... superb,
    weather... fortunately not as forecast...
    so we were all able to stay outside...
    and then look at the wet this morning.
    Eeee! But, it's turned out nice again , now!!

    Thanks for such a great break in the routine...
    T&P

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  3. Wishing you a very long, satisfying retirement in "chez vous en France"! After all those years,
    you deserve a very successful new life and you've got the perfect friends to help you do just that.

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  4. Sounds like a grand time was had by all! And those cakes, especially the Guiness one. Methinks I might just have a go at that.....

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    1. Vera, you owe it to yourself to try this cake !!
      We found Guinness in Auchan but I'm sure one of the Belgian dark beers would be just as good. And any plain cream cheese instead of the Philly. But half the quantity of topping in Nigella's recipe is enough I think.

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    2. And you can find packs of six 33cl tins of Guiness in LeClerc and Intermarché...
      and don't worry...
      you'll use the six tins!!

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    3. And Chimay Bleu would work!!

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  5. Welcome to retirement... and pastures anew.

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  6. Guiness in tins widely available in supermarkets, bottled Export sometimes.

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  7. It was indeed a lovely party and as guests we were delighted to mark your passage from employment to retirement. The food was delicious, the company excellent and the atmosphere relaxed.

    I;ve heard you talk/write about the chocolate guinness cake but this was my first taste. I'm hoping it won't be my last...

    Merci beaucoup.

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  8. Enjoy retirement - soooo jealous with a little less than two years to go.

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    1. Leon, the last two years were very hard. Knowing that retirement was just around the corner was so frustrating, somehow. So near and yet so far away I think.......

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  9. Sounds like the terrible journey was rewarded with a lovely time sharing food and drink with friends in France. Hope that Lulu enjoyed it all too. Congrats. I wish I could have been there sharing it all with you and Nick.

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  10. We had a great time and so did Callie. Thanks again!

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  11. Jean we had a lovely time :-) Thanks!

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  12. If "serving the cheese" in French/English slang is anything like "cutting the cheese" in American slang, it's good you forgot to do it. Congratulations on your first trip to France as a free person! Sorry it was such an awful drive, but it sounds like it was all worthwhile.

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    1. Having never heard this expression before I looked it up.
      Now I know !!
      (I had wondered if it might mean something similar to "cutting the mustard", but apparently not!)

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  13. What a wonderful way to mark your retirement, despite the effort of getting there. Those cakes sound scrumptious!

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