Showing posts with label oma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oma. Show all posts

Friday, December 23

oma in the spectator


Huge props to mum for generally being cooler than the other side of the pillow, but the newsflash is that the Christmas edition of The Spectator printed a letter she sent to them regarding presents/thrifting/thoughts on giving. It is in the print version only, in a section devoted to Thifty Christmas. Teaser below;
Secondhand /charity /vintage shops have plenty of treasures and the time and thought put into these finds are really the gift in themselves.

You can occasionally even give something that "money can't buy" nowadays, and a bit different from a catalogue or department store. Have always found that these really do surprise and delight everyone.

Put time and effort into the packaging and theme them up with other items for maximum effect e.g special tea with the tea cups or a book voucher tucked into a book.
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This all may sound a bit "homespun and worthy" but if you go regularly to charity shops -you will soon find it addictive and more fun than traipsing around crowded shops [and avoiding the babycarriage brigade!-ed.] and there is always the thrill of finding something unexpected or even antique if you are lucky that day.
This will get filed with her note printed in The Scotsman about cold winters; "Reach for a sweater!" #rockstar

Tuesday, December 14

walker slater


Can't take credit for this find... Oma just told me about this shop in the Old Town of Edinburgh (meaning older part... for those just joining there is Old and New Town).
Scottish tweed specialists Walker Slater meet the clothing needs of individually minded style conscious men (or women) - on a business level with finely tailored suits, or on a more relaxed basis with exquisite Scottish tweed and inspired artisan clothing.
-from their site.








They also produce their own teflon finished rainwear. And carry Cheaney shoes... nae bad.



Thursday, December 2

no milk and one potato

photo by solifugo

[Quick backstory, you know that Scotland and northern England are currently hogging all of the east coast's snow right? Feet of it. Airports closed etc. Crazy]

The latest in an occasional series; comments from meine mütter.
No Milk & One Potato.
Or: Last Night in Sainsburys in the Heart of Edinburgh!

Going to be the title of my next "non book " about the current siege mentality in the snow bound capital. On the basis that a catchy title is half way there--e.g Is there a Turkey in your sitting room? My Vermont "non memoir". Time to check the store cupboard... and get creative 5 ways with lentils and an onion. Just hold on to that potato.

Thursday, May 6

things my mother taught me

Max Wastler has launched a series of "things my mother taught me" over at AllPlaidOut to coincide with Mothers Day (US). Read my thoughts about mum/mom/mutter/ma here.

Monday, December 7

fire/flood/pheasant insurance -or do you eat road kill

Guest post time. Direct email from Oma [mütter] regarding rural driving;
Incident 1. Driving round the bend en route to Peebles [in the Scottish Borders -ed.] just before Neidpath Castle, hit a pheasant and this resulted in the one cooked as recipe below. Remember; you should open the boot [car trunk -ed.] carefully when getting home as the bird may fly out as only stunned! But this one was stone cold deed.

Incedent 2. Driving the long straight to Stobo Castle back to Broughton and hit one... which then became embedded in the front grill of the Saab -had to get out and stand in the road tugging away to release the bird. Not sure if that one made it to the pot... [grilled??? ouch! -ed.]


Recipe from memory.
Sear pheasant breasts in heavy frying pan until nicely browned.
In a heavy casserole pot -place trimmed celery sticks and put breasts on top.
You can use any other vegetables you like of course -mushrooms/carrots etc.
Heat gin in a ladle (silver is good!); ignite and pour over.
Ladle in some good stock and juniper berries and cook over low heat until tender.
Serve with fluffy mashed potatoes to soak up all the gamey juices.

P.S. Picked our berries up on the hill but beware the double hit with the gin!!

Wednesday, September 30

2009 world porridge making championship -oct 11

No, The Golden Spurtle is not some kind of Harry Potter celebration (though slightly snicker inducing name... I mean come on) it is in fact the 16th Annual World Porridge Making Championship.

"The 2009 annual World Porridge Making Championships will take place in Carrbridge, Inverness-shire, Scotland, on 'World Porridge Day', Sunday 11th October 2009. The competition is organised by the Carrbridge and Vicinity Community Council. The main sponsor is oatmeal producers Hamlyns of Scotland." -via GoldenSpurtle.

The spurtle (also called a theevil by the threadcounting crowd) is a wooden stick used to stir porridge (synonymous with oatmeal). Wood so it won't mark or scratch your pots and pans. Stir clockwise. Made of beech, sycamore or maple they are inexpensive (around $10??) and bring a little WTF to your cutlery drawer...

Incase you were not aware, in Scotland it is traditional to have salt on your porridge rather than syrup or cinnamon/apple or sugar or whatever. It really is what you are accustomed to though, and we have plenty back-to-the-land friends that can't face salt; but Oma eats it that way. We have caved and use maple syrup...

Wednesday, August 12

the glorious 12th

Disclaimer: have only been on one grouse shoot in my life, yes in Scotland, but am no expert. The following is a primer on what has come to be known as The Glorious Twelfth, the opening day of grouse hunting season in the UK.

The twelfth of August, known in the UK as the Glorious Twelfth, this first day of grouse hunting season is enshrined in the Scotch Game Act of 1773. (Though in some previous years, it has been postponed until the 13th due to bad weather or disappointing stocks of grouse.) As with most hunting there are a several views on this; and not so glorious for the grouse either...

The season is reported to provide 13,000 full-time conservation and shooting jobs in Scotland and does attract tourist money to the country. Campaign groups like Advocates for Animals say the figures don't stack up and that hundreds of birds will be blasted out of the sky in the name of entertainment only.

Yes, thousands of birds will be driven towards waiting guns and blasted out of the sky over the coming months. True, that is how the hunt proceeds. Beaters (gamekeepers and teenage locals) walk towards the hunters, making noise (beating the heather) to scare up birds who them fly towards the guns who are laying in wait.

"Once more beaters in a semicircle drove toward the blinds; once more, amid smells of gunpowder and bog myrtle, the birds rose and were shot at. Most sportsmen who go to Scotland after Aug. 12 and before the end of September, go because they know, or want to learn, the rules of a peculiar, a social kind of shooting. No lone hunter with dog and gun can stroll into the brush. The grouse industry is so well organized that to shoot one must rent or own a moor or get invited by someone who does. Rents are based on the bags of grouse that gamekeepers estimate can be raised on the property." via Time (1930). Article says bags here, may have been referring to brace, the way grouse are counted, as pairs. A brace is 2 grouse.

The Glorious Twelfth is the start of the grouse hunting season and then the beginning of a race among certain publicity-conscious restaurants to be the first... Grouse will be flown from Scotland to London. When it existed they were loaded onto the Concord for the trip. Self titled London's Oldest Restaurant Rules has their own estate (in Teesdale, the Pennines, England) to ensure a steady supply.

So yes, these events pump some money into local economies (or the laird's estate's economy more likely), but it really is perceived as an expense-account, client-junket affair (often true admittedly) which does not help its image with the common man. Easy to romanticize this from afar but be assured few in Scotland get the chance to tramp the heather kitted out in tweed jacket and cap. Even without the hunting, you are pretty blessed if you get this chance. As I said, not a huge hunter myself but not anti -just going to put the rosy glasses back on and use this as an excuse to celebrate some British hunting scenes. BTW The Scotsman is reporting this is a huge year for grouse numbers, incase you care.







The below from Mig_R via flickr.




When grouse are shot for the table, they are often hung for a few days to increase the flavour. Classic Pops story, he left the grouse in the boot of the car, a little too long. Why are the feathers ruffling? someone asked. Oh just maggots, came the answer. Makes the meat gamey... Mmmmmm maybe a little high for my taste.

Friday, August 7

Monday, July 20

cath kidston



In 1993, designer Cath Kidston opened a tiny shop in London’s Holland Park. She began by selling the vintage fabrics, wallpapers and brightly-painted junk furniture she remembered from her childhood; clever, re-workings of traditional English country house style. -paraphrased from cathkidston.co.uk The kids section is only one segment of what Kidston does (under a Cath's Kids label). Oma sent this combo over for the boys. Love oilcloth generally. The cup is a big hit. Not expensive.

Wednesday, July 1

the september issue

Oma went to the European premiere of The September Issue at the Edinburgh Film Festival last week and highly recommends. Does look enlightening/entertaining. See everyone scamper at the approach of Nuclear Wintour, brilliant... Set for general US release next month. I expect others will start to put up copies of the 2007 September Vogue in question, but 1 unread copy on ebay now/$20sold...

Thursday, June 25

clint eastwood

I try not to repost generally, but have been looking for this photo for about a year... My very cool mother (now Oma to the boys) gave me a huge framed copy of this shot at aged 10. Love it. Lost it in a move a few years later... google image search had failed. Thanks GetKempt. Lots more via GQ. Photo by Terry O'Neill.

Wednesday, May 20

dunlop green flash 1555 plimsolls

Plimsolls invented in 1870 by John Boyd Dunlop, when Dunlop's Liverpool Rubber Company patented a way of sticking rubber to canvas. Then in 1929 Dunlop introduced a new product, Green Flash. Green Flash became one of the first shoes to champion endorsement. Cue Fred Perry signing. Dunlop, the company, survived mostly intact until the 1970s after which the brand name has been bought and sold for different products.

These shoes were a playground staple in 70's/80's Britain, often called a "tennis shoe" by mums (remember... Fred Perry). Oma was into tennis big time (she said if I could ever beat her she would retire) so natch' we all rocked these at one time or another.

According to amazon.co.uk Dunlop (or whoever owns this trademark now... produced in Vietnam I think) has sold over 25 million pairs of Green Flash 1555 plimsolls - making them one of the biggest selling shoes ever. Still sold with green laces as well as the normal white. They verge on achingly playground-chic for me now, but no question an affordable option for kids. If you wanted to get really crazy in the 80's you got the velcro option...

Tuesday, May 12

bookshelf -lost and found


Oma just sent the boy this book Lost and Found by Oliver Jeffers (great personal site, give it a look) about a boy who befriends a penguin. They have also just made a 3-Digitized version on dvd for the UK. Nice and mellow. Looks like a case where the adaptation expands the universe of the book sympathetically. Plus gratuitous crumbly sweater/woolly hat textures. (A StudioAKA production, who I only knew previously from the Guiness/beast/rugby ads.) Watch Lost and Found clip.

This is the second big success for this character, following 2004's How to Catch a Star. Both worth looking at for the sub-10 y/olds.


Tuesday, December 2

connery


Mum cornered Connery at the Man On Wire premiere - Edinburgh Film Festival last June. This is getting framed.