Sunday 15 July 2012: Nana Mac.
I woke up late.
Mr Rosewarne had already proofed his bread dough and was ready to shape and bake.
So I set to work immediately to prepare lunch for two great-grand mothers and one great-grand mother to be.
I had no idea what was going to end up on the menu, but that is half the fun of cooking. Something just evolves, and it did.
The menu became...
an avocado and corn pasta salad with lots of home grown herbs,
a green salad of home-grown endive, radicchio, cos and spinach with long curls of shaved carrots,
lamb marinated with yoghurt and ras el hanout,
and honey-rosemary chicken.
We finished our slow and relaxed lunch with some quince in pastry and a custard brioche brought by great grand mother Mary MacIntosh.
Nana Mac, as we call her is 96 years
old young. She is one busy lady who knits toys and blankets for the Royal Flying Doctors and various other charities. Half deaf, half blind, half lame, but in full working order upstairs, she is completely dismissive of her ailing peers. She calls them the 'old people'.
We had to set her straight today - the Queen would not be sending a cheque, just a letter if she made it to 100 years. She wasn't impressed.
Not many people appreciate her knitting efforts, at least none of her immediate family. She has taught me some basic crocheting, though she goes a bit too quick for me.
Today, Nanna Mac gave me a 60 year crochet table cloth her cousin made for her. What a treasure!