Denis Lipman's Blog, page 6
February 13, 2010
Snow Special!
Aren't the folks at Amazon lovely? Just in time for Valentine's Day--or is it to cheer those of us who are still surrounded by mountains and mountains of the white stuff--they have reduced the price of A Yank Back to England to frumpence over $11! So if any of you were meaning to purchase my little tome but did not quite get around to it yet, this is the perfect time! You'll save money--and cheer Prodigal Wife up just in time for the big day (and thank you)!
And don't forget your friends--rea...
And don't forget your friends--rea...
February 9, 2010
Freaking? Have a cuppa.
"I don't want to know!" I babbled on, "Oh, Christ. We're not equipped, I'm not good at this! And if there's an emergency, the bloody phone doesn't work! And there's my parents in there, and the other lot. Oh, God!" I started laughing.
Frances told me to get a grip, but I continued laughing. With thoughtful eagerness, she offered to smack me. I declined her kindly offer and took deep breaths instead.
"Better?" asked Frances, sounding a little disappointed, then asked me to help put out the tea t...
Frances told me to get a grip, but I continued laughing. With thoughtful eagerness, she offered to smack me. I declined her kindly offer and took deep breaths instead.
"Better?" asked Frances, sounding a little disappointed, then asked me to help put out the tea t...
February 2, 2010
New York Chippie Sighting
Know we usually post England photos, but we loved this photo our buddy Chris sent us of his chippie's 1975 Reliant Robin, which he keeps in New York to attract fish Brits and other fish lovers. And we're sure it does--love the color!Chris has kindly donated three fish and chips dinners for two to be raffled off at the Yank Back to England New York event on Friday March 26, at the Lincoln Center Barnes & Noble.
So everyone in the tristate area: come on out! It's going to be fun, we're finalizin...
January 30, 2010
Kate's first flight
On this first flight to England the baby, there were three other blue plastic boxes, occupied by children far more animated than mine. The one farthest away contained a true screamer; the one next to me, much to the father's delight, was a mass of whiny wiggles. Every five minutes or so, a tiny, limp, damp hand would appear from the box, move back and forth, then disappear again. The father seemed delighted by this sign of life. But I, for one, found it rather disconcerting to see a disembodi...
January 17, 2010
Wine tasting in the Kentish countryside
Leaving Kate and Frances at the cottage, I wound my way to a local winery.
January 11, 2010
Just toast for me...
"I'll just have some coffee, that will do me," I murmured pitifully."I know what's going to happen. You're going to eat all my food!"
"No, I won't - I'm still feeling rather fragile."
"Serves you right."
How can we loathe those we love? Besides my headache, the price of the full English breakfast had also curbed my appetite. "Maybe toast - that'll be enough for me."
"Let's order some extra sausages," suggested Frances. "That way, you'll have something in case you change your mind."
"I said, a litt...
January 6, 2010
Yanked back, again
I stopped the car, got out, threw up on the side of the road. Vowed never to drink at high altitudes again. I swallowed some headache pills, guzzled water, and sat in silence behind the wheel. Kate, now three and a half, was asleep. I wished I were, too. Frances looked a bit concerned, a bit wary. Fortunately, the clanging in my head began to lessen and, from what I could see in the rear view mirror, the death-mask pallor on my face had started to fade. Slowly, color seeped back into my cheeks.
January 4, 2010
A bedtime story
Hello, my name is Riley, the handsome red tabby. Little Daggers is my protege--I met him through my mum, Agnes, who met the young master (a.k.a. the Prodigal Tourist) in that electronic book club, Shelfari. Anyway, me mum has temporarily put aside her Kindle to read a bedtime story to me and my feline companion, Precious.Agnes and the Cats in the Evening
Cast
A Agnes, the Mama Cat
P Precious, the Siamese tabby
R Riley, the famous red tabby
P: Mama, Mama, I sink its bedtime.
A: Okay, let's r...
December 28, 2009
In Winnie's studio
Deep in the garden, we found Sir Winston's art studio. Venturing inside, we found a compact room, rather like a small cottage without a bedroom level, with paintings lining the walls. Despite the obvious contrivance of a cigar left in an ashtray and a paint-stained smock across a chair, there was one very authentic touch beside the easel: stacks and stacks of Havana cigar boxes filled with tubes of paint. Churchill's paintings were bold, brash, energetic, exuberant South of France landscapes....
December 18, 2009
A spoonful of Christmas
My recipe for Christmas mincemeat differs a bit from the traditional ones because I believe in using what is around your pantry. Basically, you'll need a combination of dried fruits-raisins, sultanas, currants, dates, figs, etc.-but, I think it matters not what kind of dried fruits you use. In the nut department, you are expected to use slivered almonds, but I used walnuts this year, and a few leftover pecan bits, with no ill effect. Same goes with the drinkie element. Brandy is traditional b...
