dolorosa_12: (limes)
It's been a varied weekend, with a good mixture of being out and about, and nesting at home.

Things started off on Friday evening after work, where I met Matthias for a drink at our favourite cafe/bar in town, then headed off to a silent disco in the cathedral. This is the third time such an event has been held here; there was a 90s music one last September, an 80s music one in the spring this year, and this third one was 80s, 90s, and 2000s music. As always, it was a great time — dancing under the vaulting ceilings to the cheesiest songs imaginable — a perfect three hours to kickstart the weekend. The organisers said they'd be back for another event next year, although I'm wondering about the music, since I don't think any earlier or later decades would have the same crowd-pleasing draw as those covered previously. We'll see.

Yesterday, I had errands to run in Cambridge, and, as is our preference, Matthias and I made a day of it. We tried out the new mini-Dishoom restaurant [instagram.com profile] permitroomcambridge (typical Dishoom brunch until midday, after that small plates and cocktails, with live DJs in the evenings) for lunch, and found it delightful. I'll definitely be back, if only because I couldn't eat every dish that I wanted to try!

Central Cambridge other than that was as unpleasant as it always is on a Saturday — heaving with crowds of slow-moving tourists — and we got out of there as quickly as possible. It was very nice to head back to the part of town where we used to live, and other favourite residential/local shop areas, where things were much calmer, and filled only with residents out and about living their normal weekend lives. The cows were clustered around the path near the millpond, and everything felt warm and bucolic.

Today has had somewhat frustrating weather. I washed a load of laundry after getting home from the pool, hung it out — and then it began raining torrentially almost immediately. So then I hauled all the laundry inside again — only for the rain to blow over and the sky to become clear and sunny. So back out the laundry went for the second time. I was in such a bad mood, I went out for a walk to the market to clear my head, where the excitable dogs and children bouncing around did a lot to restore my mood. The piece of pistacchio tiramisu that I bought certainly helped as well!

Yesterday I bought a lot of vegetables, and today I cooked/preserved them. Between 10.30am and 2.30pm (with pauses for lunch, and the aforementioned walk), I did the following in the kitchen:

  • I stewed apples (from our tree!) in cinnamon for Matthias's breakfast porridge, and plums and strawberries to go with my breakfast muesli

  • I turned the massive bunches of parsley, coriander and dill into salsa verde

  • I cooked a huge bean/vegetable stew thing with rice, for our lunches for the first two days of the week, and Monday's dinner

  • I made pickles

  • I got started making a green and a red batch of this shatta (pickled chili paste)

  • I parboiled some potatoes in preparation for roasting them as part of tonight's dinner

    I like doing this kind of stuff, but it was quite a lot!

    Beyond that, I've been continuing my reread of both the Benjamin January and Roma sub rosa historical mystery series (set in 1830s New Orleans, and the Roman Republic/Empire respectively), both of which I find comforting and nourishing, in spite of the turbulent political times in which both series are set, and the dangerous personal circumstances their characters experience. The second series is one I began reading when I was still in secondary school (I stumbled upon it in my school library), while the first is something I discovered through Dreamwidth friends in the past few years, but they have a common emphasis on complicated, messy families both blood and chosen, which are for the characters a source of strength, and an oasis of community, support, and love — a shield against the despair their difficult circumstances might otherwise engender. Every book of course has a mystery which the protagonists must solve, and these are well-crafted and tied in well with the broader social and political context — but the true pleasure of these series very much lies in the depiction of their historical settings, and the characters and their relationships. I love them dearly.

    Beyond reading, dancing, and cooking up a storm, my weekend has involved a lot of repetitively listening to this song, and I regret nothing!

  • dolorosa_12: (autumn worldroad)
    This weekend — and week in general — has certainly been less busy than the last one! It was good to have two days devoted to the usual weekend things — trips to the gym and the swimming pool, wandering around the cathedral with takeaway coffee, reading, cooking, and household chores. On top of that, I managed to finish the first draft of my Yuletide assignment. It's definitely not ready to post, but the words are there, ready to be edited into their final form.

    Last night Matthias and I went for dinner at this place, a former stately home-turned-expensive-hotel-and-wedding-venue. The restaurant is in the hotel's orangerie, meaning one wall is entirely glass windows, with views across the fields over the river and railway tracks and back into town, with the cathedral looming over everything. Last night, we also had a clear view of the fireworks, which was certainly better than watching them in the rain and paying £8 for the privilege. The restaurant is certainly the best one in town (if I'm stretching the definition of town to include the outlying villages), but is also the most expensive, so definitely something for special occasions.

    I've read a lot this week, but mostly it's been rereads of stuff from my childhood collection. The only new-to-me book was something I've been trying to get my hands on for years: Travel Light by Naomi Mitchison, which was being recommended left and right a few years ago by professional SFF types as a formative work of their youth. It's out of print, I tried to order it from a secondhand seller only for them to refund me and say that the copy they had listed was in too poor condition to sell, and for a while I despaired of ever reading it, when I suddenly realised that I work for a massive network of university libraries and it would make sense to check if they had any copies available. Of course they did, and I finally got a copy of the book in my hands.

    It's a weird, hard-to-describe little book — memorable more for the mood and emotions it evokes than the plot and characters, which are respectively meanderingly fairy tale-like, and folklorically flat and symbolic, with occasional flashes of psychological depth. We follow the heroine Halla as she is cast out into a forest in early childhood, raised by bears and dragons, contends with gold- and glory-hungry heroes, encounters gods and valkyries, and travels south through eastern Europe to medieval Byzantium, where she speaks with chariot horses and rats, corrupt religious and earthly rulers, and desperate petitioners seeking help at the heart of empire. It has its own internal logic, with the supernatural brushing up against everyday life in a way that causes little surprise or confusion for the characters, and is written with exquisite clarity and beauty, its effects rippling out long after its words have been read, like stones in clear water. I'm really glad to have been able to read it at last.

    I'm at a loss as to what to read next, and will procrastinate on the decision by going upstairs to do yoga in the last lingering afternoon sun, and then cooking a bunch of different dishes from Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi's Jerusalem cookbook for dinner.
    dolorosa_12: (le guin)
    Do you like fairytales, folktales, mythology, legends, or similar types of literature? Are you (like me), looking for a fic exchange that takes place in this half of the year? If so, you may be interested in [community profile] once_upon_fic. Nominations close next Sunday (this may be Monday for you if you live in an eastern part of the world), and there are further specific requirements for a fandom to be eligible, so do check out the comm for more details. The tagset looks great already, and I'm super excited about all the things I've nominated as well, and hope they get approved.

    This article interviewing 15 immigrant restaurant owners/chefs combines and celebrates two of my favourite things: immigration, and food. It made me feel a bit emotional, and it's also full of excellent recipes. And as a fellow foodie immigrant to Britain, I feel seen. Yotam Ottolenghi's introduction to the immigrants-and-food article is also worth a read.

    This lengthy rant about the woeful political 'leadership' of Scott Morrison was so cathartic to read:

    Our Prime Minister is unprepared habitually because he is uninterested in being prepared. He is a man capable only of feigning humanity, passive-aggressively and defensively, and only when pressed on whether he gives a shit about a particular something or not and the focus-grouped answer is yes, he does give a shit, so sincerely in fact he spoke to Jenny about it just the other night. He is a vortex of shirked responsibility, his tenure a policy wasteland and a bookkeeper’s nightmare. He leaves behind less a prime ministerial legacy and more a hole.

    Call the election, dickhead.


    Every so often, an article will cross my path that covers something so niche, so specific to a particular time and place — and so specific to a particular time and place when I was there and I remember exactly the thing being written about — that I'm astonished anyone considers it noteworthy, and delighted they did so. This article, about a particular subgenre of Australian music that is apparently called 'bloghouse', is about exactly such a niche topic. I saw it, I read it, and I remembered! All this music was happening at nightclubs just around the corner from where I lived with my mum and sister (and where my mum still lives) when I was an undergraduate in Sydney. I remember seeing it advertised with posters on lampposts and so on. Nightclubs really weren't my scene at that point in my life, but I loved that kind of music and listened to it all the time at the bakery where my sister and I worked on weekends, while running, and around the house. The article touches on something that I hadn't been aware of, which is that the popularity of this kind of music arose at exactly the same time that technology, and social media like MySpace enabled Australian musicians to punch above their weight in the global scene, leading to a brief, but interesting cultural phenomenon.

    I'll leave you with some new-to-me music, which fulfills the secondary function of reminding how much I utterly love Berlin.

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