
When I got home from work last night at 5:30 I immediately started dinner so we could all watch Survivor together at 7:00. The plan: Pork Tenderloin with Fennel & Beans.
First I minced sage from my garden with garlic. Then I stuffed the tenderloins and tied them together and threw them in the oven to roast.


Then I gathered the stuff for the fennel dish and started cutting up the fennel and onions. When the Lord of the Manor got home, he helped brown the veggies. He loves to cook and frequently makes the whole dinner himself.

After browning the veggies he added the beans, broth and oregano from the garden. While things cooked we poured the wine and discussed our day. And just before Survivor started we had this lovely dinner on the table. And this morning Teen2 actually put her name on the leftover fennel and beans. They are definitely a hit!



Uhhhhh.....maybe not.











I had just experienced a long ferry ride, impersonal Customs officials, and a disorienting ride in a rental car on the wrong side of the road. Love was the last thing on my mind; frankly I just wanted a nap, but as often happens when traveling, fate had other ideas!
First it was the gentle whisper of the River Test, then it was the warm caress of the breeze through the trees, and finally the sweet taste of tea and scones on the lawn.......that's when I fell in love with England and all its charms. The gentle landscape, the gracious customs, the ancient architecture, and the public gardens.
It was all soooo beautiful and sooo civilised. And then I walked to the Rose Garden and that was when I positively swooned. Here was my dream garden; loads and loads and loads of roses, spire after spire of foxgloves, aged brick walls, graceful white benches...absolutely perfect.



Then I chilled the pears while I scrubbed the bathroom, hoovered all around, set the table, shopped for more chargers, and spray painted oak leaves gold in a fit of "Martha Stewart" madness!



















I always put in a couple drops of bleach to keep the water fresh. Then I cut the stems off at the proper length with a razor blade under water. The theory is that if you cut them out in the air, air will get in the cells and block their access to the water. I don't know if that makes any sense, but it seems to help. Then I shake the water out of the petals and plunk them into the vase. Sometimes I add a little leatherleaf fern or some other flower that happens to be blooming, but this bouquet is just roses. I'd like to enjoy them in all their glory before they're gone.