The Keeping Room: Behind the Scenes at Willow Manor: This Just In!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Behind the Scenes at Willow Manor: This Just In!

I just bumped into Miss Piggy in the powder room, and she told me that she had secretly arranged a dance with a long lost flame of hers......a man from Russia she said....and she swooned on the chaise lounge dreamily.......I asked her if that was the same man who had been wandering around alone asking for her earlier...and she flew out of that room and disappeared into the the ballroom faster than I can order bacon & eggs!
What's all this fuss.?....Could it be........Nureyev.......DANCING here at the Manor???
(Click on this post title to see one of the highlights of Willow's Ball!)
Derrick .......your date is absolutely stunning in Swine Lake!

10 comments:

Sandra Leigh said...: That was wonderful. I laughed until I cried. Willow does invite the most interesting people!; October 14, 2009 at 12:51 AM
PhilipH said...: Excellent! Mind you, I could dance as well as Nureyev if only I could find a pair of tights that would fit properly - in all (ahem) areas.; October 14, 2009 at 5:28 AM
Unknown said...: I could have accepted Miss Piggy's rather wayward behaviour, FireLight, if it had ended with the dance. But what I discovered afterwards was beyond endurance (you'll see over at my place)! So, I'm not feeling at all guilty tucking into Michael's bacon rolls this morning!; October 14, 2009 at 6:43 AM
Unknown said...: Swine Lake! LMAO!; October 14, 2009 at 8:12 AM
Tess Kincaid said...: Piggy must have had Nureyev consealed behind the potted plants all evening. I thought I heard someone singing "It's Cold Outside" back there amongst the foliage!; October 14, 2009 at 9:27 AM
Lyn said...: It wasn't necessarily Nureyev..lest you forget, I brought my family, the fabulous Ballet Russe de Smirnoff to the ball, and they did perform a shortened version of Swan Lake. They're on my post, in all their splendor!; October 15, 2009 at 1:40 PM
FireLight said...: Oh my! Lyn, this story just goes on and on...and on...; October 15, 2009 at 6:16 PM
Thistle Cove Farm said...: Many decades ago, I met Jim Hanson at a Georgetown, DC bar...he was a wild man in that he was so talented, so fun, so amazing!
Thanks for the memory but, unfortunately, due to lack of bandwidth, can't see videos, you tube, etc.; October 15, 2009 at 8:59 PM
Maggie May said...: swine lake!; October 24, 2009 at 1:06 AM
Tom Atkins said...: Serious laughter here!; October 24, 2009 at 8:38 AM

Here is what I often call Crumbly Gingerbread

I found the recipe on a postcard I sent home to a friend when I visited Grasmere in 1986. This is very close to the gingerbread sold at St. Oswald's church there in Grasmere. This is marvelous with your hot tea. The real secret is adding the sugar at the very last-not blending it with the margerine. I use either a fork or pastry blender to "rub" in the margarine with flour and oats. I have copied it as it appeared on the postcard and added my American interpretation of measurements for certain ingredients.

9 oz brown wheatmeal flour
(1 rounded cup wholewheat flour)
3 oz porridge oats
(1/2 cup Three Minute Quaker oats)
3/4 level tsp bicarbonate of soda
1 1/2 level tsp cream of tartar
3 level teaspoons ground ginger
9 oz hard margarine
(1 to 1 1/2 sticks od Parkay-the less you use, the more crumbly the texture)
9 oz soft brown sugar
(1 rounded cup)

Set oven to 325 degrees or Mark 3. Well grease a shallow tin 14" by 9". Put flour, oats, bicarbonate of soda, cream of tartar, and ginger in a bowl. Add the margarine cut into small pieces. Rub in well with fingertips until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs. Stir in sugar. Put into tin and press down firmly with a floured fork. Bake for 20 to 30 minutes until pale brown. Cut into squares whilst warm and leave in tin until completely cold. Keeps well in airtight tin.

The Secret Heart

Here is my Valentine to every parent who remembers looking on a sleeping child...and lingering in the moment....
Enjoy & linger,
Firelight

by Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all.
In the stillest hour of night
The boy awakened to a light.

Half in dreams, he saw his sire
With his great hands full of fire.
The man had struck a match to see
If his son slept peacefully.

He held his palms each side the spark
His love had kindled in the dark.
His two hands were curved apart
In the semblance of a heart.

He wore, it seemed to his small son,
A bare heart on his hidden one,
A heart that gave out such a glow
No son awake could bear to know.

It showed a look upon a face
Too tender for the day to trace.
One instant, it lit all about,
And then the secret heart went out.

But it shone long enough for one
To know that hands held up the sun.

May 20th is the 400th Anniversary of the Publication of Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Behind the Scenes at Willow Manor: This Just In!

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