The day dawned bleak and chill, a moving wall of grey light out of the north-east which, instead of dissolving into moisture, seemed to disintegrate into minute and venomous particles, like dust that, when Dilsey opened the door of the cabin and emerged, needled laterally into her flesh, precipitating not so much a moisture as a substance partaking of the quality of thin, not quite congealed oil.
This wonderful sentence is fromWilliam Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury. If I could write like this I’d be so lucky!
He was sent to 1st grade with a napkin in his lunch box. It was of the finest damask. It was missing when he came home. Several days later, and after many inquiries, it showed up among the classroom’s painting rags; torn, worn and with permanent paint stains, red, in a fold close to the edge.
’I thought it was a paint rag sent along from home’, said she who apparently never had been acquainted with finer linens, or had the common sense to ask the little boy why his mother had sent a painting rag in the lunch box, and such a thick one and with a pattern in the weave to boot.
But four months later we saw the back of her, never to return, so she probably had other issues besides not recognizing a quality weave when faced with it.
And the dozen that got broken, has managed just fine – not often there are a full dozen around the table these days. But still a pity, since there were such an abundance of rags in the home from whence it came.
A good sized bag or container of cantuccini biscuits (almond)
Pudding:
Place half of the mascarpone, the honey and the chocolate broken into small pieces, in a pot and melt on low heat.
Remove the pot from the heat and whisk in the oil and the egg yolk. Add the rest of the mascarpone and whisk until batter is smooth.
Divide the pudding into four nice dessert bowls and allow to stiffen in the fridge.
TheRest:
Cut the plums in quarters or more if large. Place in a bowl.
Pour water and sugar into a pot and stir in the vanilla powder. Let the mixture come to a boil, so the sugar dissolves, and pour over the plums. Let cool.
To serve, add a few plum pieces in each bowl of pudding and biscuits on the side.
This is my version of a recipe in the book ”Fernando! My life’s story, my life’s recipes” (original title: ”Fernando! Mitt livs historia, mitt livs recept”) by Fernando di Luca and Mattias Jersild.
A good sized bag or container of cantuccini biscuits (almond)
Pudding:
Place half of the mascarpone, the honey and the chocolate broken into small pieces, in a pot and melt on low heat.
Remove the pot from the heat and whisk in the oil and the egg yolk. Add the rest of the mascarpone and whisk until batter is smooth.
Divide the pudding into four nice dessert bowls and allow to stiffen in the fridge.
Resten:
Cut the plums in quarters or more if large. Place in a bowl.
Pour water and sugar into a pot and stir in the vanilla powder. Let the mixture come to a boil, so the sugar dissolves, and pour over the plums. Let cool.
To serve, add a few plum pieces in each bowl of pudding and biscuits on the side.
This is my version of a recipe in the book ”Fernando! My life’s story, my life’s recipes” (original title: ”Fernando! Mitt livs historia, mitt livs recept”) by Fernando di Luca and Mattias Jersild.
He was sent to first grade with a cloth napkin in his lunch box. It was made of the finest damask weave. It was missing when he arrived home. Several days later and after many inquiries, it showed up among the class’ painting rags; torn, ripped and with a permanent paint stain, red, in a streak from the edge.
‘I thought it was a painting rag that was sent along from home’, said she who apparently never had been acquainted with quality linens, or had the sense to ask the little boy why his mother had sent along a painting rag, and such a thick one and with a pattern in the weave, in the lunch box.
But four months later we saw the back of her, never to return, so probably she had other issues besides not recognizing a quality weaved cloth when faced with it.
And the dozen that was broken, is still ok – so seldom nowadays we find a dozen around our table. But still a pity, as the home from which the damask napkin came just so happened to have an abundance of rags that could have come to good use.
Han skickades till första klass med en servett i lunchlådan. Den var av finaste damast, Den saknades när han kom hem. Efter flera dagar och efterfrågan, dök den upp bland målartrasorna i klassrummet, trasig, sönderriven och med permanent färg, röd, i en vik mot kanten.
-Jag trodde det var en medskickad målartrasa, sa hon som uppenbarligen aldrig umgåtts med finare linne, eller hade vett att fråga den lille gossen varför hans mamma skickat med en målartrasa, och så tjock och mönstrad i väven, i lunchlådan.
Men fyra månader senare såg vi ryggen på henne för att aldrig återkomma, så hon hade väl fler bekymmer än att inte känna igen en kvalitetsväv när hon såg den.
Och dussinet som blev brutet, har klarat sig bra ändå – så sällan ett dussin sitter till bords numera. Men synd ändå, eftersom det fanns just förfärligt mycket trasor att ta till och använda i det hem varifrån damasten kom.
