Newton George

Mischief, Roguery and Chocolate

I am feeling mischievous. The frost keeps creeping over the grass and is cheating you into thinking that it is colder than it is. Fires are lit but are then allowed to smoulder out, which does ruin some of my fun but instead I get to hear the birds and feel the breeze follow you in through the door. I chase it around the room until it blows itself out and then race back to the door for the next gust.

I can smell the Spring now: it’s fighting its way back from the dark corners and hidden cobwebs of Winter. The wind has shaken the last of the clinging beach leaves from their reaching fingers, freeing the limbs to renew their growth. A covering of green luminescence is starting to take over the trees like an explosion bubbling and bursting from broad winter buds to greet the blaze of blue reflected from the sky into the bells below.

The kitchen is starting to fill with smells of young shoots, sprouts and greens to make your skin glow. Easter Sunday lunch is a promise of Wellingtons with egg gilded, golden pastry or roasted celeriac to tempt even the most dedicated of carnivores. The Bunny is ready and thankful that this is not the time for her to be caught, stewed and basted; instead to be worshipped and followed for her assurance of silver wrapped treats to sparkle and melt in the sun with the promise of new life exploding from the earth.

Come to my Dragon, eat my food, imbibe with me and let your children run with the Bunny and leave with chocolate.

Ghostly Curries

You might see me out of the corner of your eye, or notice when the lights start flickering, sometimes I play with the fires and they won’t light or they will belch out smoke. I’m not sure why I’m still around but you all interest me. The smells from the kitchen tantalise me, the laughter of families frees me, the closeness of couples comforts me, the flickering of fires reminds me of life and the welcome is always genuine. Last weekend you made me feel comfortable in my home again when all the lights went out and there was music, laughter, fire and candle light. Then love and joy took over when Mothers’ Day arrived.

This month I will be learning about curry. Not something that we used to offer as a coaching inn but the colours and smells are enticing me to settle in the kitchen for a while. Watch where you leave your pots because it’s fun for me to move them!