LUNCH WITH ISABEL

My good friend Isabel came from Washington D.C. for a short holiday in Portugal and I wanted to organize a festive lunch for her. I had not seen Isabel in more than 2 years. It would be just a few women friends.

I needed to be inventive with the menu, knowing that Isabel is not only a vegetarian, but she is also a superb cook and gourmet.

We started with “funghi porcini risotto”. A rich broth made from onion, leek, garlic, carrot, celery, sprigs of parsley, thyme and rosemary, and of course the dried porcini and sliced fresh champignons. Then soften onion with olive oil, add arborio rice, and finally the broth, cup by cup, stirring slowly. Serve it with a sprinkling of fresh chives. The flavor is so delicate no cheese is needed.

We followed with a salad I discovered several years ago in Colombo, Sri Lanka, and has been a favorite ever since. “Arugula, calamari and avocado salad”. Clean and cut the calamari in slices and sauté them in olive oil with a generous amount of chopped garlic. While the calamari are still warm, toss them and the garlic sauce with the arugula and sliced avocado, adding a bit more fresh olive oil, Balsamic vinegar, and salt to taste. It is deceptively simple but truly delicious. The salad was accompanied with a caprese salad, sliced tomatoes with sliced mozzarella and basil leaves. Kamut rolls helped mop up the sauce and wonderful olive oil.

Dessert was fresh papaya with lime juice, and homemade “honey and ginger ice-cream”. In a double boiler beat 3 eggs yolks with 5 tablespoons of honey, until your arm drops and the mixture is thick. Separately (you either use a friend’s arms, or you become Shiva with 6 arms…), beat the egg whites till stiff, and then fold in stiffly whipped cream. Finally add the egg custard with three tablespoons of minced ginger. Place the ice-cream in the freezer for about 4 or 5 hours, removing it to the refrigerator an hour in advance of serving, so it is semi-soft.

Of course there was a lot of catching up, laughter and sharing of stories of children and grandchildren, of aging, and husbands, and work, and books, and life in general. Summer does that, everyone with red toenails, from watermelon red to burgundy to cherry and ruby, and sandals to show off your pretty feet. And lots of bracelets on the wrists like Indian dancers, and beads of every kind adorning crisp dresses and blouses. Ah, summer, we all become Chagall nymphs.

THE ALENTEJO, A WORLD APART

The Alentejo is far away, a place suspended in time, with life lived at a low pitch, as if the place itself breathes very softly.

Three hours out of Madrid, we crossed into Portugal, with Lynn Arriale’s jazz piano dripping from the CD player, and moved off the highway onto rural roads. The landscape softens into gently sloping hills, patterned with cork oak, olive trees and vineyards, with white towns and magnificent castles, forts and convents.

Storks and storks’ nests everywhere – on electrical pylons, lamp posts, treetops, chimneys – an environmental initiative that has worked.

It was market day in Estremoz, a walled town with a beautiful castle. Fruits, vegetables, cheeses and smoky sausages. Artisans selling clay dolls, wood toys, lambskin slippers, brass and copper tools, useful only for life here. Live animals and garden implements. And antiques. And just plain old things.

The market is happy, bustling and very social, but it was time for lunch. In a shaded courtyard of the castle overlooking the countryside, we ordered a lunch of grilled trout and wild asparagus with an “ensalatta caprese” and a glass of local wine. The Alentejo is best known for its smooth, velvety reds.

There is a place in the middle of the Serra d’Ossa forest, a setting for a grand experience, immersed in peace, beauty, and history. In this convent turned hotel, you sleep in former monks’ cells, beautifully updated, and go down to dinner along grand torchlit hallways lined with 50,000 blue and white tiles, arguably Portugal’s best collection of azulejos. Surrounded by gardens and 600 hectares of forest, this monastery has been a special place of retreat for over 800 years.

When a gorgeous bride graciously posed for a photograph on her way to the private chapel, I remembered my daughter’s wedding at this same spot eight years ago.

About 15 kilometers from Serra d’Ossa is the little town of Redondo. The main church in the castle square has wonderful gilded baroque woodcarvings, testimony to discoverers who left from Redondo for India and Brazil.

The castle, started in the late 13th Century and added to many times over the years, still has a few potters working within the walls, carrying on traditions passed from generation to generation from pre-Roman periods. One of them good-naturedly let us work the clay. His wife hand painted his plates and bowls. We did not want to leave that peaceful artisan’s place.

Bouncing down a bone-jolting road, singing along with Maria Bethania and the Tribalistas, we were on our way to aristocratic and complex Évora, a special delight to architects and art historians. It well deserves its UNESCO World Heritage designation.

Évora has the ruins of a Roman temple. Roman walls and aqueducts, bits of Arab and Visigoth constructions and baroque buildings, with all the layers seamlessly incorporated into a vital, modern city like no other.

Évora is minimalist, at least in its colors – white, ochre-trimmed buildings, red tile roofs, gray granite paving, beige and green touches, the bluest of skies. A red geranium on a windowsill punches you in the eye. Everywhere the view is pleasing.

The streets all have their stories. One of the most curious is the Rua das Amas do Cardial (Cardinal’s Wet-Nurses Street), with its row of neat, small houses. In the late 1500’s, Cardinal Dom Henrique, at the time in his 60’s and Archbishop of Évora, and later Regent of Portugal, had the most exquisite of delicate stomachs and could only drink breast milk. He was reputed to call for his amas, or wet-nurses, at all hours of the day and night.

Ay caramba!!!

I felt I just touched the surface of the mystical, magical, Alentejo, worth delving into much more deeply.

A HOY AWARD

I received the A Hoy Award from Herrad, a remarkable woman who has an outstanding blog:

http://access-denied-livingwithms.blogspot.com/

Herrad’s blog is about courage, grit, love of life, plants, dogs, beautiful images, imagination, marvelous food, wonderful memories of living in Trinidad, and so much more. She is an inspiration, my heroine, my friend. And I am honored to receive this award from her.

The A Hoy Award is named after Chris Hoy, the exceptional British track cyclist, Olympic medalist, and philanthropist, http://www.chrishoy.com/wp/chris-hoy-biography

The explanations and rules for the prize are at http://www.threegoldsinonetournament.blogspot.com/

Here is a quote from the blog above:

“I'd like to think that receiving A Hoy will be different to most blog awards, because of the stipulation that one makes an onward award to at least two blogs that one has never seen before. It's a psychological thing. Suddenly having somebody turn up, out of the blue, and say 'your blog's cool: have an award,' has significant positive impact. I know this, because when I receive awards, I make a point of searching for blogs I've never seen, which are 'off the beaten track' of stuff that I usually look at, and the responses are worth the extra effort. This is, I would argue, also beneficial to the giver, because it requires them to think of things that they like - and you'd be surprised how few people think in those terms.”

Rules for Making an Award:

1. Pick five blogs that you consider deserve this award.
2. The awarding blogger should choose at least two blogs not on his or her own blogroll.
3. Your five choices must be published in a dedicated post on your own blog. This post must contain the name of the author (which may be their logon name), and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
4. In the same dedicated post, each winner has to show the award and acknowledge the blog that has given him or her the award.
5. Both those awarding and receiving A Hoy must show the link to A Hoy blog, so that everyone will know the origin of this award.”

My immediate impulse was to give one A Hoy Award back to Herrad because her blog certainly deserves every prize there is. But I realize I would not be “spreading” the prize, which is the strength of the A Hoy Award. In that case, Herrad, I give you the “Remarkable” A Hoy Award in spirit.

It is difficult to decide to whom to give the five Awards. I started blogging less than a month ago, and I still find the technology daunting. I graciously blame my 10 year old clunker computer…but that, too, will soon change.

The five winners of the A Hoy Award are all exceptional women and their blogs are inspiring, intelligent, beautiful, witty, sharp, articulate, and I am running out of well deserved praise for them. Two of the blogs I discovered today after researching quite a few, but the two I picked are in my opinion the best. The other three blogs I have been following and learning from since I started my own.

http://slowlymadegoods.blogspot.com/
This blog is created by Pat Spiller. “PatStudio is located on the southern Maine coast. This is where I live and where I am blessed with the gift of time to do work that nourishes my soul.” This blog is intelligent, inspiring and visually gorgeous with photographs of Pat’s work and of the area where she lives.

http://20thcenturywoman.com/

She calls herself the “Old Woman”, but she is young and spirited and bold. “My blog is about the events of my life and my thoughts and ideas. I plan to include some of my mother’s, my father’s and my aunt’s memories as well. I live in an island in Puget Sound and in Manley Hot Springs Alaska.”

http://urban-archeology.blogspot.com/

Maggie is amazing, her blog well worth reading. She lives in Ocean Beach beside the Point and is interested in architecture, architectural history, writing, poetry, fiber arts, rigs, ships, photography, food. “An arts lady living at the beach with a car guy. Imagine, a meeting in the middle.”

And my two new blogs:

http://twentyfouratheart.com/twenty_four_at_heart

Suzanne is lots of fun, brave, and wonderfully articulate. “I began Twenty Four At Heart in April of 2008 without a clue about what I was doing. (note: sounds familiar…) For that matter, I didn’t have a clue about the blogging world in general. In hindsight, that was probably for the best. I live in Orange County, California.”

http://ninaturns40.blogs.com/destinations/2009

Nina’s blog, “Destinations – journeys of a restless mind”, was a great discovery for me. I had a lot of fun reading her entries and learning about her sharp “restless mind”. “I am a middle-aged single mother, a feminist raising a boy, a city girl living in a small town. I have an urge bordering on the obsessive to make art out of the minutiae of my life.”