Since this blog bears a number of references to the delicious Miss Mapp-story by E F Benson involving iced redcurrant fool, we resolved to make use of the abundance of redcurrants in our garden. Now, I can proudly present our very own recipe for Grandmamma Mapp’s Redcurrant Fool. There’s a most comical story behind this. … More Grandmamma Mapp’s Redcurrant Fool
As you might have observed, I’ve changed the design of my blog and also added a few details leading directly to my latest obsession: the ‘Mapp and Lucia’ novels by British writer E. F. Benson. They are brilliant, I love them and will shamelessly tell you all about them. So sit back, grab a glass a … More Fierce and Funny: Mapp & Lucia
After telling you a lot about my four-times-great-grandmother, Fanny, I’d like to talk about her husband, Hugo, who was born in 1830. He remarried after his wife passed away, I don’t know the exact date, but he was probably in his early 50s. His second wife was called Christine, and with her he had another … More My Dear Hugo!
There is such a lot of online hate going on, people bullying and insulting each other anonymously – as long as one doesn’t have to confront another person, it seems terribly easy to let it all out. Maybe that’s why real-life-complimenting, on the other hand, seems to be considered as somewhat outdated. And I don’t … More My Best Compliments!
Filo pastry baskets filled with Stilton, walnuts and pears. I tried the recipe from Angel Adoree’s ‘Vintage Tea Party Book’, you can puchase it e.g. from Amazon. Also have a look at her and her team’s beautiful website. They’re called ‘Vintage Patisserie’ and organise lovely vintage tea parties. Recipe for 12 baskets. Ingredients ready-rolled filo pastry (20cm … More Angel Adoree’s Filo Baskets
Meet Fanny Katharina Friederike, my great-grandmother’s great-grandmother. She was born in 1827 to a schoolteacher and his wife and is therefore likely to have been a middle-class woman. She grew up, married at the age of 25 and later still lived in Hessia, Germany, to an age of 50 when she died of pneumonia. Fanny … More Revealing Fanny
Words can hardly describe the state you’re in. Walking down the street, you keep your eyes to the ground and, looking up from time to time, you feel people’s glances piercing your heart. There, a couple of girls, they are whispering, giggling, staring at you. Your stomach starts to ache and you quicken the pace. … More It’s about Themselves