My parents’ ongoing divorce wrangling has coloured everything that has happened this year. In particular it’s been strange being at our family home in England with just my mother & I (plus dogs) in residence. This is the first Easter I’ve spent in England sine 2006, – in 2007 I was in Manhattan with Jackie, in 2008 I was in church on Fifth Avenue, and last year Judy & I were luxe-ing it up at the Ojai Valley Inn & Spa in California.
This will be the last Easter we spend in this house before it is sold as part of the divorce settlement, so I decided to go all out on the traditional table laying: gold & white for Easter along with what’s left of the family silver, my parent’s wedding list Rosenthal china & David Mellor cutlery from 1967, the Dartington wine glasses, cut glass tumblers, Granny’s linen, chocolate eggs scattered everywhere, candles and scented narcissi.
Ratbag cavorted outside in the weak sunshine, trying to dig to Australia,
and, in the absence of my father, I applied my ninja firestarter skills to the drawing room fire. Quite pleased with myself.
The cast: My godmother R, & the always charming C’s, who cope admirably with all our shrieking & eccentricities. (Perfect guests – they all bought vast quantities of Easter chocolate.)
Smoked salmon paté. Brown toast
Roast shoulder of English Lamb & its jus
Stewed flageolet beans
Purple sprouting broccoli with lemon, sea salt & olive oil
Boiled new potatoes
Chateau Lagrange (St Julien) 2005
Cheese & grapes:
Orangeflower cake with Jersey double cream
An excessive amount of chocolate