Friday Tip

Dear Constant Reader,

It’s Friday again! Time for a tip!

To preserve your manicure, wear gloves whenever working with your hands.

Work gloves, gardening gloves, dishwashing gloves, &c. 

I tend to knick my left thumbnail with the needle when I’m hand sewing. Since gloves aren’t practical in that case, I use a thimble. It’s taken a little while to get used to it, but worth it.

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Published in: on 15 November 2024 at 5:57 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Review: Honey Cup Cafe & Tearoom

Dear Constant Reader,

signOn Sunday I had the pleasure of being one of the first customers at the new Honey Cup Cafe and Tearoom in Manchester, NH. The Honey Cup is run by Mara, a B.A.B.E. student and burlesque performer a few years back. You know how much I love tea, so I’ve been eagerly following her updates about the project. It was so exciting to be invited to her soft opening!

Manchester is about an hour from Boston, but on a Sunday morning, the drive was easy and the autumn scenery was lovely, even on the highway. We entered through the cozy cafe and were seated in the much larger tearoom. The decor is very elegant: black walls, gold accents, and lots of floral motifs. We chose one of the low tables with a couch and armchairs, but there are standard height tables too.tea room interior

The menu has a variety of breakfast, lunch, and small bite items without being overwhelming. It being brunch time, Scratch ordered the potato waffle with milk oolong tea and pigs in blankets to share and Marek had a frittata with white velvet tea. Despite being tempted by some of my favorite dishes like clam chowder, overnight oats, and macaroni and cheese, I ordered the afternoon tea service with peach black tea. I just had to.

honey jarAll of the china was mismatched, but harmonious, floral patterns. The tea came in individual pots, with the tea already brewed, no leaves to deal with. Mine was delightful. I take my tea black, so I didn’t add any of the wee jar of honey (local, our server said), but Marek said it was delicious.

My order came on the traditional three-tiered server of savories, scones, and sweets, garnished with flowers, with dishes of butter, strawberry jam, and lemon curd. There was more than enough for me to share bits with my companions.

Afternoon Tea Service

First tier: Cucumber sandwich (a classic!), smoked salmon sandwich, chicken salad on a croissant, and a deviled egg. The sandwiches were on thicker bread than usual for tea sandwiches, but it was so good and didn’t overwhelm the fillings. I even liked the deviled egg, and you all know how I feel about eggs. My favorite was the chicken salad; the croissant was ridiculously flaky. I didn’t share that one at all.

There was a choice of three flavors of scone, one of which gluten-free. I picked the white chocolate-raspberry and they were SO GOOD. I have very high standards when it comes to scones and these met them. I particularly liked that the white chocolate was in chips rather than melted into the dough, in made for a more pronounced white chocolate flavor, with complimented the raspberries.

Lastly the sweets. We all agreed the madeleine was quite good (but not as good as mine) with a perfect bump on the back. The lemon macaron and chocolate petit four were each a perfect bite (and I did not share).

table settingOther positives, even though the tea room was full, it wasn’t particularly noisy; I had no trouble hearing my companions. The prices were perfectly reasonable. In fact, I think the afternoon tea was a pretty good deal. Although we didn’t indulge, there’s a small drinks menu with a couple of kinds of wine, cocktails, and bubbles.

The only thing I would knock points off for is the service, but I’m not going to, because this was their shakedown cruise. There was a little confusion about who was serving which table and a bit of unevenness as to when things arrived at the table. However, I’m confident that things will smooth out. That’s the whole point of a soft opening.

I appreciated the notes on the back of the tea menu defining the kinds of teas, like cream tea (with clotted cream) and royal tea (with sparkling wine), for those who might not be as well versed in such things. I was especially happy to see the explanation of the difference between afternoon tea and high tea — it makes me crazy when they are confused.

They’re open to the public now and I encourage you to go! I’m so happy for Mara for making this lovely oasis a reality and wish her all the best!

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Published in: on 7 November 2024 at 5:21 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Free-Range Veggies

Dear Constant Reader,

Gardening brings me joy. I’ve always grown herbs and when we moved into The Manor, added fruit. Over the past several years, I’ve branched out into vegetables and wild flowers.

For a long time I had a composter in a corner of the yard. I would chuck all our scraps into it, but never tended it very well (it didn’t get enough sun, I was bad about keeping the ratio of green to brown, &c.). It was a good way of keeping egg shells and carrot peels out of the trash, but I never got much compost from it.

Earlier this year, we joined the city food waste collection program. Because it’s composting on an industrial scale, we can actually send them any kind of food that would otherwise go into the garbage, not just fruit & veggie scraps. So, I decided to retire our composter. I dumped out the compost-ish stuff in the corner of the yard by the grape arbor, so I could clean the bin and offer it up on our local gardening swap group.

As I was planting the rest of my gardens in the spring, I noticed what looked like tomato plants sprouting up where the composter used to be. Before I knew it, there was a veritable thicket of tomato plants all tangled around each other, plus a pumpkin vine adding to the chaos. By the time I realized I ought to stake them or something, it was too late. It was a tomato jungle.
Tomato Jungle
The plants are mostly creeping along the ground and there are so many green tomatoes.

Feral Tomatoes More Feral Tomatoes

Fresh-picked tomatoesEvery morning I go out and walk around the gardens, checking on everything. Then I wade into the tomato wilds, looking for ripe or almost ripe tomatoes to pick and nestle into my little basket (which I made, of course). I feel like someone with free-range chickens, looking for where those darn hens laid their eggs this time.

They’re mostly little tomatoes, which makes sense. We tend to buy grape tomatoes, so that’s then main kind of seeds that would have ended up in the compost. However, I can see a few big ones lurking hither and yon. I’m hoping they ripen before it gets too cold, but there’s nothing wrong with fried green tomatoes!

There’s also a pumpkin! Of course it’s the one that’s growing wildly from seed that’s bigger and heartier than the one intentionally planted in my garden. This is an old picture from when it was just a feral baby pumpkin. Right now it’s big enough that I needed to support it by slipping it into an old stocking that’s tied to the fence, which doesn’t make for an aesthetic photo.

And just today I discovered what appear to be tomatillos…

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Published in: on 25 September 2024 at 1:39 pm  Leave a Comment  

Tea Time

Dear Constant Reader,

You know how much I love tea, especially afternoon tea. My friends know it too. For the winter gift-giving holidays Betty gave me a gift certificate for a tea party at Jolie Tea in Salem and I decided to invite the troupe. We finally went last month. It was so delightful!

I love an occasion to dress up, and while my own tea parties afford an opportunity, as the hostess in my own home, it’s improper to wear a hat. I was thrilled to pull out my Millenary Investment for the second time this year and a pair of beaded vintage gloves, although I only wore them briefly (one should not eat or drink while wearing gloves).

IMG_5221Jolie Tea is charming without being twee. Our table was set with floral china, but it wasn’t fussy, and there were mugs rather than tea cups and saucers. Paige, our server, wearing snazzy skeleton earrings, dropped by to introduce herself, offer advice about the tea menu, and bring us goblets of iced crème brûlée rooibos. She also checked in about allergies and other food issues.

The tea menu was quite extensive, with black, oolong, green, white, pu-ehr, and herbal. Many of them had amusing or intriguing names, especially the herbal ones. If memory serves, both Ava and Devastasia got Pixie Dust (a blend of flowers and fruit). I had darjeeling because I’m classic that way.

IMG_5222The treats arrived on a traditional three-tier server: tiny sandwiches on the bottom, small cakes in the middle, and sweets on top. Devastasia had asked not to be served one of the sandwiches, so they had brought her a little dish of fresh berries instead. I meant to take a picture of each set of offerings on my plate, but only managed one (see below). I was too busy enjoying everything.

All the tea sandwiches were delicious, and each one had a little touch that elevated it (something to remember when I plan my next party). I think my favorite was the smoked salmon on a cheddar gougere (gougeres are like savory cream puff shells).

IMG_5225Then we turned to the baked goods on the next tier: scones and madeleines. Instead of raisin or currant, the scones were lemon, topped with a thick, sweet, but tart glaze? icing? something in between, with a sprinkle of rose petal powder. Although I had a token dab of wild strawberry jam, they just didn’t need it. I was reminded how good a simple madeleine can be. They’re something I’ve wanted to try baking, but haven’t sprung for the pans (an essential part of the cake).

The last bites were macarons. I tried the Earl Grey first. I don’t really like the tea, but Paige had assured us they tasted more like Froot Loops than bergamot. She was correct, but I was not won over. The raspberry ones were more to my liking and a perfect flavor to end on.

The tea, the food, and the atmosphere were wonderful, but the company was the best part. I really enjoy hanging out with these ladies and gent. We have a good time at rehearsals and shows, but it was really nice to spend time together when we weren’t working.

As you can see from this picture, much fun was had.
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Would you be interested in more tea content? I’ve got recipes, etiquette tidbits, tea facts, &c.

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Published in: on 12 September 2024 at 3:08 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Friday Tip

Dear Constant Reader,

I hope you’ve been having a lovely week! I have been, which was the inspiration for my tip (although the wording is from Scratch):

You are more than your job.

I took the week off from my day job. Not to go on vacation or even to do anything special. Not to spend extra time on my other work — B.A.B.E. or The BeauTease or my writing. Just to relax. Just to be.

I highly recommend it.

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Published in: on 2 August 2024 at 3:11 pm  Leave a Comment  

Double Feature

Dear Constant Reader,

I have a great fondness for horror movies of a certain type and I was beyond excited to learn that The Coolidge Corner Theatre was showing a double feature which included one of my favorites. And it was going to be in the woods. I immediately invited Devastasia.

UntitledSaturday evening we packed up chairs, pillows, and blankets, bug spray and folding fans, and of course, snacks, and set off for Rocky Woods, a property of the mysterious and ominously-named Trustees. In a clearing surrounded by trees with discrete up-lights we set up our modest encampment. Some people were actually camping and there were a couple of folks who had brought a futon couch.

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The event was “Summer Sacrifice” and the movies on the bill were The Wicker Man and Midsommar. I’ve loved The Wicker Man since my high school physics teacher recommended it to me (along with several volumes of Arthurian literature — he could tell I was never going to be a scientist) and I had never seen Midsommar.

UntitledBecause of who we are, we brought thematic snacks. Devastasia brought Scottish shortbread for The Wicker Man and goat cheese on rye crisps and Swedish Swimmers candy for Midsommar. I made The Devil’s Berries (strawberries with chocolate-horseradish cream), just because and Wicker Man-shaped peach hand pies (they should have been apple-filled to be really on point, but the apple crop failed… ;-).

As the sun went down the first movie started. There were bats flying overhead in the darkening sky and we were hardly bothered by mosquitos. The threatened rain held off and the heat diminished.

It was a lovely evening of ritual human sacrifice and I can’t think of a better person to have shared it with!

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Published in: on 25 July 2024 at 1:01 pm  Leave a Comment  

Derby Day

Dear Constant Reader,

I love carousels, especially antique carousels. My mild obsession started when I rode the Flying Horses Carousel on Martha’s Vineyard and grabbed the brass ring. Now I ride them whenever I can. Fortunately, there are a number in New England.

One of the closest ones is the Paragon Carousel at Nantasket Beach in Hull. on May 17th Scratch told me they were having a Derby Day fundraiser event that very night. We had a lot to do before Isle of Tease the next day, but I powered through and at the last minute decided not only to go, but for B.A.B.E. to sponsor a horse.

With the sponsorship I got to name the horse and decorate it. Name the horse? I stammered for a moment, then said “Kitten”, for Kitten Natividad. I dug up a couple of boas and a tiny top hat. Then dressed up in my Mrs. Maisel dress and grabbed my Millinery Investment. That’s what I call my Fleur de Paris hat. I bought it on my first trip to New Orleans and it was staggeringly expensive (for me). When I returned post-Katrina, I realized what a deal I had gotten…

Anyway, back to Derby Day. I had sponsored a second-row jumper, but because it was so late in the game, I was given a front row stander, hitched to one of the two chariots. We draped the boas around the horse and put on the little top hat, but most of the other horses were very elaborately decked out, with bunting and banners and other decorations relating to the sponsor’s business.

Mina & Kitten

Because it was a fundraiser, there were raffles and a silent auction, but the main event were the races. You bet on a horse by putting raffle tickets into the envelope with the horse’s number up on the tote board. If that horse won, they’d draw one of the raffle tickets from the envelope for the prize. 

Sponsors were encouraged to ride their horses and I needed no additional encouragement to mount Kitten for the first race.

riding

laughing
(I’m not sure what I was laughing at, but I was definitely having a great time.)

I’ve ridden this carousel before but I don’t remember it ever going so fast. There was an actual race caller speaking a mile a minute as the horses went round and round. We slowly coasted to a halt and the horse that crossed the finish line (that is, stopped directly in front of the finish point) was… 

I felt just like I had grabbed the brass ring again!

I was surprised when they called me over to the podium and handed me an envelope. I had no idea the jockeys got prizes too.

Paragon Pass

I guess I’ll be going to Nantasket Beach more often this summer!

We partook of the array of finger foods and substantial tacos from the South Shore Taco Guy truck out front (whose horse won one of the races), admired the outrageous hats of some of the guests, were photographed by the local press, and generally had fun. I rode one of the unsponsored fourth row jumpers in another race, which was a delight.

When they called for the last race, I was back on Kitten. Because of something Scratch said earlier, I decided to ride sidesaddle. The full skirt of my dress draped much more attractively over the side of the horse than bunched up whilst riding astride. The newspaper photographer took a bunch of pictures while waiting for the race to start, like this one, that appeared in the Hull Times.

hull times

(Photo by Skip Tull)

It was a lovely evening! 

Any other carousel enthusiasts out there? Which one is your favorite?

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Published in: on 29 May 2024 at 2:34 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Tale of a Tree

Dear Constant Reader,

You have probably hear me talk at length about our sour cherry tree. We planted it not long after moving into The Manor and over the years it grew from a tiny tree, producing maybe a pound of cherries, to a two-story beauty, giving us more cherries than we could pick.

tree in bloom

blossoms cherries on tree

For three or four weeks every June and July, everything would be cherries at The Manor. I would spend all my free time baking and preserving and trying new recipes. I know plenty of people who looked forward to being invited over for some cobbler or being gifted with a jar of jam. Betty would come over and steadily pick cherries until there was no more room in our fridge. The last harvest she gave a gallon or so to Deacon Giles who turned them into the most delicious cocktail cherries. Despite her diligent work, we usually were only able to pick a percentage of the fruit and eventually let the birds have the rest.

Last year the blossoms on the tree were not nearly as luxuriant, but I knew it had been a bad winter for stone fruit trees. We only got about a pound of fruit (as opposed to 35-40 lbs. most years) and when the leaves started dropping prematurely, I called an arborist. He suggested we wait until spring, just to see if it recovered after a proper winter.

I am sad to say, my friends, it did not recover.

I am grateful wasn’t home on the day it was cut down. I was prepared for it, having done my hysterical crying and mourning already when I realized there was no hope for the tree. But I didn’t need to see it come down. The crew saved the largest parts of the trunk for us, so Scratch can make something beautiful with the wood.
stump

A week later the guys were back with a stump grinder and all that was left of our beloved tree was wood chips.no tree

But all is not lost. When the arborist warned me that even if the tree recovered, it still might not have too much longer. So, last fall I bought a new Montmorency cherry tree and have been growing it in a tub in the back yard. I sprung for the most mature tree I could get, but it’s still only a wee baby.

Yesterday, it moved into its new home!
baby tree planted

It already has a cherry! I know we have to be patient to get the kind of harvests we used to, but before long we will be blessed with a wealth of cherries.

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Published in: on 16 May 2024 at 4:56 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Friday Tip

Dear Constant Reader,

It’s Friday! How about a tip?

Follow up.

If you’ve contacted someone about performing or teaching or renting a venue and you don’t get a response, wait little while and then follow up. Unfortunately these days, sometimes people figure that no response is the same as a “no” (you would never do that, Dear Reader, right?), but sometimes people get busy, sometimes things slip through the cracks. 

It can’t hurt to (politely!) remind them of your interest.

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Published in: on 8 March 2024 at 10:08 pm  Leave a Comment  

Albert Day

Dear Constant Reader,

Twelve years ago today a huge, somewhat scruffy white cat with a rakish scar across his nose walked into our life and changed it forever.

The Cat

Albert A. Cat touched many people in his time with us, some of whom never even met him.

This is the second Albert Day without our handsome boy. I miss him every day.

If you wish to honor our distinguished gentleman, be kind today. Tell the people and creatures you love that you do. Enjoy your food. Take a nap with a friend. Donate to a cat rescue or shelter or MSPCA Angell Hospital. Treat yourself to the traditional Albert cakes (vanilla cupcakes with vanilla frosting and shredded coconut on top).

But mostly, be kind.
Albert crossed paws

M2

Published in: on 28 February 2024 at 12:04 pm  Leave a Comment  
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