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Y stands for Yorkshire and Yorkshire Pudding.

When we have our traditional Sunday Roast Beef it is always served with Yorkshire Pudding.
You will see the slice of Yorkshire Pudding nestling on the back of the plate with a good lashing of rich brown beef gravy drizzled over it.
The Yorkshire Pudding is a mixture of at least three large free range eggs , plain flour, milk and water and ground black pepper. I whizz all this together in my food processer then pour it into a hot baking dish which has a good chunk of sizzling hot beef dripping lining it.

 It is then placed in a hot oven for twenty minutes, then another twenty to twenty five minutes on a medium heat.

IndividualYorkshire Puddings are very popular too but I prefer to make one large one and cut it into portions as it has more flavour. I'm pretty certain our dear Denise Nesbitt will agree with me, being a Yorkshire lass, through and through !

Yorkshire is known as 'God's Own County', not without good reason too!
We have had many wonderful holidays in the UK  and…

X stands for Xmas.

Xmas really stands for Christmas, howeverA lot of dedicated Christians object to the  most celebrated occasion in the Christian  calendar being called Xmas, the time when the dear saviour, baby Jesus was born.
I am a Christian but don't object to the celebration being referred to as Xmas. Many non Christians celebrate the festival and as they don't recognise Jesus Christ as the son of God I think that's how the X crept into the wording of such a significant festival in the Christian calendar. Yesterday I watched yet another film about Christmas called Scroogebased on my favourite storywritten by Charles Dickens.As I have already written about Dickens in a previous post I shall say no more other than, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without my favourite story. Many cynics believe that the X substituted Christ in the word Christmas as a snub to Christians so they could still enjoy the festive season without recognising Christ.I can remember going to church one Christmas w…

W for Whirling Dervishes

The Whirling Dervishes of Konya. Mevlana Museum in Konya .Konya is the spiritual home of Meulevi, (Whirling Dervishes)  a Sufi order of holy men,  founded in this sacred city. Konya  was formerly the capital of ancient Anatolia a region in southern Turkey.  This the smallest hand written Koran in the world which is housed in the museum. The museum is also a mosque and mausoleum  There are several tombs of Sultans and important holy men, including Jalalad Din Muhammad Balki-Rumi a thirteen century Persian Sufi mystic. He was a poet, Islamic jurist and theologian.  He was also  known as  Meulana or Sifi.His most devout followers were the Whirling Dervishes, known as such, due to their famous practice of whirling as a form of Dhikr  (Remembrance of God). We have had many wonderful holidays in Turkey and I can't fault any of them.... Each one a different place and a new experience!The Turkish people are a most welcoming nation known for their  and hospitality.  Their cuisine is divine, we…

V for Vox Populi

Vox Populi means 'voice of the people' Another poem by one of my favourite writers H.W.Longfellow.

Vox Populi.When Marzaran, the magician,Journeyed Westward through  CathayNothing heard he but the praisesOf Badoura on his way
But the lessening rumour endedWhen he came to Khaledan;There the folks were talking onlyOf Prince  Camaralzaman.
So it happens with the poets,
Every province has it's own;Camaralzaman is famousWhere Badoura is unknown.

Badoura eventually meets her Prince.I'm not really familiar with this poem but feel it has some connection with The Tales from The Arabian Nights. I've searched Very hard to find out what was in Longfellow's mind when he wrote this? To no avail.
 Perhaps the message is in the final verse where he goes on to say.....
So it happens with the poets,Every province has it's own;Camaralzaman is famousWhere Badoura is unknown. I can't believe I've  volunteered to host the letter Z, I'm still wracking my brain! My sincere t…

U stands for Under,

The Village Blacksmith.     by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.UNDER the spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands

His hair is crisp and black and long
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge
With measured beat and slow
Like a sexton  ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school,
Look in at the open door,
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And watch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing floors.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoic…