Wednesday, April 20, 2011

dum di dum di dum

When one gets to be my age and firmly entrenched in the project management of life, pottering emerges as a significant hobby. This encompasses light thinking and moving things from A to B to see how they look. Traditionally undertaken in broderie anglaise with a flower in one's hair, it's a valuable antidote to opinion and noise.

Youngsters will raise an eyebrow at me here, but you wait and see: there'll come a day when having a quiet rummage through your fabric swatches is as satisfying as the first breath of fresh air when you leave a nightclub at 3 in the morning, or hopping on the next plane to wherever the next plane happens to be going.  By then you'll have determined whether Johnny is The One and also sorted out global oppression and it'll be time to take a lively interest in heaps of beautifully folded white bedlinen, while still of course being fabulous.



It's good to be back home in Jellystone Park for a while after a spell of apartment living. You try to potter in a rental apartment and there's no point having a happy ponder about what shade to paint the cupboards as they're not your cupboards and they are the wrong sort of cupboard anyhow. And the light thinking is defeated by the TV in the kitchen that makes Pink and Blue Daughters giddy and and drives me to campari & soda with a delicate twist of lime and a futile cocktail umbrella.  No wonder the modern world has a headache and needs calming balms and pricey carrot elixirs.



And I have a pottering type of problem, viz: I've rather taken to Glenilen Farm's Raspberry Pannacotta, but I no longer buy them because of my stockpile of the little glass ramekins in which they are sold. I can't throw the ramekins away as that sort of wanton behaviour just isn't in me, nor can I think of anything to do with them beyond boring old candle-holders or baking individual things that would involve Effort.  Can you suggest anything that wouldn't make young people laugh cruelly at me?

32 comments:

  1. wow those are cool and what is panecotta? we don’t have that here but I wish we did and I too would save those glass jars fer sure.

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  2. Young people laugh cruelly no matter what one does with an excess of glass ramekins Mise.

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  3. The young ones love terrariums. I know it to be so because I read it in the newspaper. Coloured pebbles and baby's tears are the answers you are looking for Mise.

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  4. How about telling them that 'Ramekins' was Queen Nerfertiti's pet-name for her husband?

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  5. Do you have time to potter about and make strawberry jam, put it in the ramekins, cover it with waxed paper and a clever piece of fabric, tie off the fabric with a length of raffia and give as gifts?

    Jam making is very au courant these days among the young.

    They won't dare to laugh. They'll be too busy talking about how sick you are. Sick=cool:) But you knew that,

    xo jane

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  6. What about for storing Blue and PInk Daughters' no doubt copious collections of small things (ranging from plastic crap, to beads to buttons to stone to shells to unidentifiable objects).

    Line them up in a row in their bedrooms, and make them collate and sort every time they bring something new into the house.

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  7. Make an enormous, votive-lit, chandelier. The young ones will be too in awe to laugh.

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  8. oh carrot headache style posts are always amongst my favourites. not sure about the ramekins - take them back to the farm and ask for a refill??
    xx

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  9. I think the only way to get young people not to laugh cruelly at anything you do is to involve them in the doing, and even that's not guaranteed as you're bound to be doing it wrong while they're doing it right! Can you stack them up like a champagne fountain and see how much chocolate milkshake they can get in each ramekin! I just saw a little crafty thing somewhere about modge podging jar lids...give me a yell if you want me to hunt it out.

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  10. I know this one, because I actually BOUGHT glass ramekins (otherwise I'd say, please send them to me.) First you prepare curry, tacos, fondue, or cupcakes. Any of these will cause young people to take you seriously. Then you fill your twenty ramekins with twenty different toppings (condiments, sprinkles . . .) which might include chopped nuts, cilantro, raisins, grated cheese and/or gummy bears, depending on what it is you're topping. Then you set them out and allow chaos to ensue. You might also try preparing individual Campari gelatin desserts.

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  11. Hi Mise
    I love those little glass ramekins.. I'd find it hard to throw them out also.. I think you should have a seafood extravaganza for easter and you can use these beauties as the little hand bowls filled with lemon water to freshen up after your lobster feast!!! Heck I don't know..How about saving them for when you're older and you can use them to soak your dentures on the nightstand.. they'd look so pretty in them .. haha

    Well I love paneacotta too.. this one looks delicious..

    Have a great easter.. ciao xxx Julie

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  12. young people would no doubt use them as ashtrays; ergo take up smoking. However, it must be a Garbo-esque habit, non of that grubby modern stuff.

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  13. Some of your commenters' ideas are excellent and/or hilarious, but involve the ramekins remaining with you. If you really want to dispose of them without resorting to sneaky landfill means, fill them with little sweets or (ooh- very seasonal!) mini chocolate eggs, wrap them nicely, and GIVE THEM AWAY.

    (The same might apply to all my Nutella glasses, not nearly as pretty as ramekins....)

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  14. Simple me would stack them up in an art display somewhere where they'd be sure to glimmer in the sunlight. I'd call it Service for the Masses.

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  15. Ideal small containers for frozen spag bol sauce, or individual heaps of roasted veg! Last summer, faced with a glut of courgettes and tomatoes, I roasted tray after tray, along with quartered red onions, all tossed in olive oil and herbs first. They keep well in the freezer, can be defrosted overnight in the fridge, and make a wonderful 'side' for ham, sausages or cold meats. They work well with fried rice dishes too.
    Getting a taste of summer when it's cold outside is great.
    When they are empty, start again with squashes!

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  16. Throw the excess ramekins at the Young People. That should stop their sniggering, the oiks.

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  17. Wow, an excess of ramekin uses- such practically pretty commenters. Being more of an old biddy than a domestic goddess, I'm with Eleni on this one.

    I'm afraid I can't think of campari and soda without laughing at Billy Connolly on Not the Nine O'Clock news many, many moons ago. The youngsters won't know about that either

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  18. Thank you all for being inventive and pragmatic and cryptic and ingenious.

    Eleni, you are wonderful.

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  19. more than anything , let me state, categorically
    i love you mise ,

    it's that time of year again isn't it????
    the ramekin as metaphor????


    i've just had a discussion where i fancied a sceneario where i was autonomous , someone suggesested that i meant anonymous but i know what i said and i know what i meant
    and i think you know too .......

    ....
    ramekins she says stroking her beard...
    a metaphor for .........contentment ............................
    ???////////??????
    welcome home

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  20. Reading your blog for the first time - what a great way to start the day, thank you! And the comments are hilarious too.

    Unfortunately,I know that I would simply take the excess ramekins to the charity shop - and come back with something equally surplus to requirements, so I'm no help sadly....

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  21. I see someone else has already beaten me to my suggestion, which is to use them as containers for gifties. Young people can't possibly laugh at you if you use the container to house a gift for them, unless, of course, the gift is helplessly lame and "old." However, I have a feeling that no gift from you could ever be either of these things.

    In the "bad old days" (what my nephews call the years of my childhood) when people still smoked inside of buildings, they would have made lovely ashtrays.

    I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels a kind of giddy pleasure when I do things like finish crocheting a pair of fingerless gloves. Who needs nightclubs and jet setting when I have a glue gun and glass ramkins-ful of vintage buttons?

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  22. Jaboopee, I feel that we've progressed beyond your famous metaphor for blogging bewilderment at this stage, certainly at least to a contented certainty that you will be autonomous in that scenario as there's no way we'll be buying tickets for it if you're not, and you can tell that suggesting someone that from me. Say "huh" to them too if the moment is right.

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  23. You and me both, Gigi. I wish you'd come to my cocktail parties and help me steer the conversation toward glue guns. People veer back so towards world affairs.

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  24. Well I hope you pottered enough to get your rental deposit returned.
    Looking at swatches - is there a new project in the making?

    Actually, you could continue to eat all the pannacotta that you can. Save the ramekins, divide into groups of six or eight and give them out for wedding presents, including your favorite recipe of course.

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  25. MOTH the Guerilla Jam Maker would LOVE these Mise! However the freight charge to Oz would probably equal Ireland's national debt.
    Millie x

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  26. Yeeesss! I too have that badge which I ended up blowing up into a T-shirt and wearing proudly to pick the children up from school. Unfortunately; the message was lost on the lovely, if not slightly unexciting long skirt and babydoll shoes brigage as not one of them speaks English.
    Sigh - I had to retire to the comfort of my own home, arm myself with a coffee and calm myself by sorting through my button collection - which would look just spiffing elegantly organised in your panacotta ramekins.
    Oh how I wish I could eat one of those. But alas, we have nothing of the sort here in Frog land :(
    xxx

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  27. Mise, you make me laugh until I cry. And then while crying, I sit in front of my closet, folding scarves until I feel better.

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  28. I just finished rummaging through my collection of fabric, so I'm with you. Laugh it up, kids!

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  29. How about you get a square board, stick about 25 ramekins onto it ( 5 rows of 5), get either coins or better still smarties or jelly beans; get daughters to play a game of who can fill one jar ( or all) the most, winner gets to eat the smarties or keep the coins.

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  30. Ramekin dishes- I still can't look at Bonne Maman jam jars and indeed haven't bought a single one since your last spot survey!!

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  31. I have no suggestions but just came to enjoy the photos. I need that button for playdates. the part at the end when I carry out (or restrain if said date is at our house) the 55lb Captain Spectacular while he screams and flails.

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