A sociable weekend
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:48 pmWe've been enjoying a weekend visit from
helenraven; she's the perfect houseguest, equally willing (or making a good pretense) to entertain herself, to participate in the entertainments on offer or to provide entertainment for all.
We failed to make it to the Working Class Book Fair - they'd had venue problems and deferred the start from 10 am to 12.30, and having wandered around the market in the morning, we decided to return home for lunch. We could have gone out again in the afternoon, but instead we sat around and read companionably, occasionally reading each other good bits (which were bad bits in my case).
A leisurely dinner - very seasonal, mushroom pasta with a sauce adapted from Carluccio's game sauce recipe, all mushrooms and pigeon breast, followed by cheese and quince paste, and a bottle or so of something nice - left us ready to be entertained, and
helenraven just happened to have some recordings of Penn & Teller's Bullshit with her, which fitted the mood perfectly.
Yesterday we packed up a big pot of cassoulet, and spent Sunday afternoon with
samarcand and Candy and Max. Then in the evening we went to the Blue Room to hear
desperance read. He read Parting Shots, a new splinter of the work in progress which also manifests in his play A Cold Coming, and the hypertext story Absent Friends; which is fine by me, because it's all crabwise progress towards a book I really want to read. Parting Shots was a seasonally chilly little story of saying goodbye to our dead - a list-poem,
desperance said, except that he doesn't write poetry any more; and it has a conclusion, which isn't always the way with lists. That was the good bit - of the other readers, one was OK and one wasn't, and the band were competent and pleasant and just not very interesting (which was a disappointment).
And that was my weekend.
We failed to make it to the Working Class Book Fair - they'd had venue problems and deferred the start from 10 am to 12.30, and having wandered around the market in the morning, we decided to return home for lunch. We could have gone out again in the afternoon, but instead we sat around and read companionably, occasionally reading each other good bits (which were bad bits in my case).
A leisurely dinner - very seasonal, mushroom pasta with a sauce adapted from Carluccio's game sauce recipe, all mushrooms and pigeon breast, followed by cheese and quince paste, and a bottle or so of something nice - left us ready to be entertained, and
Yesterday we packed up a big pot of cassoulet, and spent Sunday afternoon with
And that was my weekend.
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Date: 2007-11-05 10:49 pm (UTC)What were you reading?
Also, running my eye over your Saturday menu, I guess it was the Italian influence, but I did read that as 'cheese and quince pasta'. Which I think I might want to eat...
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Date: 2007-11-06 09:54 am (UTC)Some form of ravioli?
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Date: 2007-11-06 10:24 pm (UTC)