Thursday, May 29, 2014

Gratuitous Bertie Dog Picture: Too Close For Comfort


"All right, Jm. J.  We get it, it's your cart.  But, Mr. Rush isn't going to love you any more just because you're taunting the cows with a conductor's baton."






Image:  The Bullock-Cart, near Lichtenthal, Baden-Baden, Creator: Johann Grund (1808-87) (artist), Creation Date: Signed and dated 1872, Materials: Oil on canvas, Acquirer: Queen Victoria, Queen of the United Kingdom (1819-1901), when Queen of the United Kingdom (1837-1901), Provenance: Acquired by Queen Victoria.








Crown Copyright, The Royal Collection.  Via The Royal Collection Trust.  Image Courtesy of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.  To learn more about this masterpiece, visit the entry for this painting in the online catalog of the Royal Collection Trust.










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Bertie's Pet-itations: Future -- Not So Tense






Here's Bertie's weekly opportunity to share his ideas for creating our new "Beautiful Age."  Bertie's advice, I'm sure, can be applied to many different areas of our lives.

And, so, I happily hand the computer over to him.


Bertie says:

I know you wonder what Oscar and I are doing when we get up in the middle of the night and wander around the house.  We wonder what you do when you tip-tap on that thing with all the letters on it and stare at the light-up rectangle.  Every relationship needs a little mystery.







Treat of the Week, Double Edition!




My mother's birthday and Memorial Day are close together, so, we often spend the long weekend celebrating both days.  This week's "Treat of the Week" is going to cover both events.

Let's begin with my mother's birthday.  As always, my father made the dinner to give my mother a day off.  It's one of the two days a year when my father cooks.

He's outdone himself this time.  He began by baking a lovely homemade bread.  


We enjoyed a beautiful dish of Pasta Carbonara.  Tasty pappardelle in a creamy sauce with perfectly-crumbled pancetta made for a delightful celebratory dinner.  A handsome tomato-mozzarella salad was a great finish to the main course.



Then, we had birthday pie.  My mother enjoys lemon meringue pie, and my father makes a very good one.  This time, I have to say, it was his best.  The homemade crust was tender and light, the filling was alive with the flavor of lemons and the meringue was fluffy and high.




It was a job well done!




The following day, my mother was back in control of the kitchen and created an incredible Memorial Day dinner for everyone.  Sweet and savory shredded pork barbeque served up on fluffy rolls with pickles was an ideal American dinner.  Served up with my mother's special coleslaw (made with ranch dressing and not mayonnaise) of jewel-toned cabbage, we enjoyed every bit of the meal.  But, for me, the best part was a new edition--a cool, flavorful couscous salad.  The couscous was prepared with pesto, giving it a rich flavor, and, then it became a salad with bright green olives and sweet capers--dressed with a subtle vinaigrette.  




I had several servings!




For dessert, my mother made a gorgeous pear and cherry strudel.  Topped with a decadent homemade carmel sauce and freshly-whipped cream, it was a delightful end to an already delicious celebration.




Painting of the Day: A Miniature of Wat the Terrier, 19th C.



Wat
Porcelain plaque painted with enamels.
Before 1889.
Crown Copyright
The Royal Collection
Image Courtesy of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II



This work of enamel and porcelain was modeled after an anonymously taken photograph of Queen Victoria’s terrier, Wat. Intended as a decorative plaque to be displayed on a wall or a small stand, the painting shows Wat resting on the grass. A smooth-haired Fox Terrier, Wat wears the collar which the Queen specifically chose for him.

The plaque was produced by Carl Schmidt of the Royal Berlin Porcelain Manufactory (1763-1918) and dates before 1889. 


A Recipe for Punch, Chapter 114




Chapter 114
Escape


Morgana tried to wriggle free from the strips of canvas which bound her arms behind her.  Ivy Blessum had made sure to make her binds as tight as possible.  Not only were the canvas shackles too tight, so tight that she could no longer feel her pincers, but the position was unbearable.  Morgana's hump was already a constant source of discomfort, but to have her arms pulled at such an angle, tucked under her hunched back as they were, was proving excruciating.

Similarly, Morgana's legs were bound.  This wasn't so much of a problem as she had little feeling in her deformed leg anyway.  Furthermore, Morgana knew that because of the cylindrical shape of her leg, she'd have less trouble freeing her lower extremities.  She extended her club-like foot, causing a contraction in what should have been her ankle and calf, and the canvas strips slipped right off.

She knew that the door was locked.  She'd heard Ivy and Jackson fumbling with the lock and key when they left her.  Still, the edifice in which she'd been imprisoned--whatever it was--was so derelict and crumbling that surely there had to be another way out, even if it had to be one of her own making.

Morgana shook her head and sighed, recalling her years with the traveling show.  How many times had she seen Calif, the Human Skeleton, wriggle free from the ropes which bound him?  It was part of his act--the escape.  Ah well, she thought, Calif's ropes were tied in such a way that he could easily break free from them through trickery.  There was no such carnival magic for her.

Where was she?

She tried to recall what she'd been told about the estate.  Punch had mentioned a chapel and the catacomb beneath it.  He'd spoken of the farmers and their cottages, and even of the small village which served them.  What other buildings would be on such land?

Lennie had mentioned a large glass structure which had served as a year-round garden--a spot where flowers could bloom even on the coldest winter's day.

This was not that place.

Was it somewhere near the stables?

Violet had gone on about the stables.  As she'd brushed and arranged Morgana's hair, she told her new friend all about the beautiful horses she'd seen when Punch took everyone for their tour of the estate.

"Oh, Miss,"  Violet had said.  "I never knew such a large plot of land uninterrupted as it is.  Not even in Scotland when His Grace took us all to his father's ancestral home.  Strange as it is here, it is beautiful."

Morgana had thought that Violet's final appraisal seemed fitting.  Hadn't Pauline been beautiful, but strange.

She glanced at the shabby casket in which Pauline's body waited...waited for her resurrection, for Morgana's death.

Strange and beautiful.

"Y...you have made a diabolical land here, Pauline."  Morgana said aloud.  "Rolling green hills to s...support your wicked, w...w...wicked band of lunatics."

Again, she recalled Violet's spirited talk of the estate.  "Yes, Miss, it is lovely.  There's these buildings like you've never seen before.  One is like a temple like you'd see in a place like Rome--all made of marble.  There's another what's got a big, shallow pool of water in front of it what reflects the whole of it like a giant mirror.  Then, up high on the east hill is a wee castle of stone.  All covered in ivy, it is, with a tower.  His Grace says that when he was a boy, he...well...sure he used to go up to the tower and look out at the whole estate.  They're not built for no reason other than to be pretty, Miss.  Folk don't live in 'em or nothin'.  Oh, what was it His Grace had called 'em?  Oh, I can't think of the word.  Wait.  Folly!  That's it!  He called 'em follies.  Fancy that, then.  A perfect word for a buildin' what ain't got no use other than to be pretty."

That's where she was, Morgana concluded.  She was in one of the follies--the one which Violet had called a "wee castle."  

Morgana looked to the tilted, crumbling spiral of stone steps.  That, surely, led to the tower.  If she could make her way to the top, she could scream and call out.  Someone, certainly, someone would see or hear her and come to her aid before Jackson and Ivy returned with the stuff of their mysterious game.

Lace, oil, a basket and a torch--wasn't that what Jackson was grumbling about when he and Ivy skittered out?  For the amusement of the duchess?  What were they planning?

Morgana limped toward the staircase and set her bloated foot upon it.  Bits of stone crumbled away under her weight, puffs of dust rising from the broken edges.

She looked up.  There was a wooden cover at the top of the stairs, but, she could see light through it.  

She would deal with that obstacle when she reached it.

Slowly, and painfully, she began to climb the stairs.



Did you miss chapters 11-113 of A Recipe for Punch?  If so, you can read them here.  Come back tomorrow or Chapter 115.



Figure of the Day: Harlequin with a Bird Cage, 1743




Commedia dell'Arte-inspired German porcelain figure from the V&A
Hard-Paste Porcelain Figure of Harlequin
Meissen, 1743
The Victoria & Albert Museum


Modeled by the famed Johann Joachim Kändler (1706-1775) for the Meissen Porcelain Factory in Germany, this figure of Harlequin is crafted of hard-paste porcelain. The impish character from the Commedia dell’Arte is depicted seated on a grass-topped rock upon which a bird cage is resting. In his hand, he holds a green bird. However, at his feet is a crouching cat—not a good sign for the bird.

Such figures were made, as this one was, in the Eighteenth Century to adorn the dining tables of luxurious households during the dessert course. A renewed interest in these figures developed during the Victorian era. Many members of Britain’s upper-classes, including the Royal Family, collected these Eighteenth Century figures, actually spurring the creation of then-new figurines in the same style.


Object of the Day: Splendid Lawn Mowers






This grim, androgynous child begs out to look into his or her eyes. His or her hair is long, and wild—not unlike um-mowed grass. He or she, despite needing a comb, has good fashion sense and has matched his or her Paul-Lynde scarf to the peacock feather in his or her har.

So, what’s the advertising? Hair tonic? Feathers? Scarecrow hats? Kicky cravats?

Nope.


This is not a young Ralph Furley hawking neckerchiefs.  No, this child is pushing...

Lawn Mowers. And, not just any lawn mowers—SPLENDID LAWN MOWERS.

I’m sure you have many questions. I know I do. To begin with, how much would I have to pay for one, presuming that it’s 1885?

Let’s learn more. Shall we?




                                                        1885 

PRICE LIST 
12 inch,…$15.00
14 inch,… 17.00
16 inch,… 19.00 


SPLENDID LAWN MOWER.

     At the request of numerous customers, we have introduced
a wood roller machine, combining all of the good qualities of
the celebrated Lawn Mowers without any of their objectionable
features. We respectfully ask a comparison of our Splendid
Lawn Mower with any machine in the market, and would ask
your special attention to the following:
     
Simplicity, Durability, Lightness of Draft, Quality of
Material, and General Workmanship.

 
    Fully guaranteed to give satisfaction
in every particular. If you want a Lawn
Mower to last you a lifetime buy the
SPLENDID. 

Manufactured by the ROGERS FENCE CO. 
                                                        Springfield, Ohio.



Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to rat out my hair into kinky auburn waves, fetch my scarecrow hat, tie a napkin around my neck and stand in my front yard with the sky behind me until someone asks about my SPLENDID lawn mower.