The Globe
Now, you may be wondering (and rightly so) why an entry titled "The Globe"--presumably referring to Shakespeare--would be headed with the "Food" icon. The answer is quite simple: I had lunch yesterday at the Globe.
(Yes, we did see a play there afterwards, yes, I we were all Groundlings, yes, I was once again at the ver front and center of the stage, and yes, it was very entertaining. Winter's Tale, by the way. But, to be frank, I haven't all that much free time today as I've put homework off far too long and still need to prepare my lesson for tomorrow, so I shan't describe it in detail.)
On to the food:
Locale: Shakespeare's Globe Cafe. Outdoor seating, just beside the theatre, the entire complex being on the riverfront (though it's not visible from the cafe). Quite pleasant, aside from the oppressive heat of the day, coupled with the humidity and the reflection/heat from the metal tables.
Beverage: homemade lemon squash. Lemonade, more or less; not very strong, certainly refreshing, with a slice of lemon and lemon pulp. Not sour, but not overpoweringly sweet--slightly tart.
Dish: A sandwich--Somerset brie with rocket and fruit chutney. Nicely presented, with chips and green lettuce. White bread, slightly grilled. The brie is the main flavor, though it's subtle, and delightfully interrupted by both the slight sweetness of the fruit chutney (of which raisins are the only visibly identifiable ingredient) and the not-quite-bitter, somewhat tart taste of the rocket. Has an overall creamy texture, owing to the brie and chutney, allowing the occasional crunch of rocket to make a nice contrast.
Point: the sandwich was really, really good. And I wouldn't go through all the stiff-sounding (to me, anyway) details if I didn't have to for class. Ah well, so it goes. And since I didn't have the courage (*squinch*) to ask what kind of fruit chutney they used, I'll just have to pick one or a few from online to include in my food journal (which, by the way, is supposed to be 4-7 typed pages per week, and constitutes 50% of the grade for the entire class. Yeah...).
Aside from the play itself, the other notable event for the day (in my book, anyway--and since you're reading my book, you get to hear it!) was an apparent return of my powers as a so-called "weather witch". Perhaps I have to be in Europe for them to work. Hmm. Anyway, I was sitting at my cafe table taking notes and noting just how hot it was and how thoroughly disappointed I'd been in the weather since we got here, with the exception of perhaps one day. Where were the clouds? Where was the rain? Where was fall?
Apparently waiting for me to say something.
Just before intermission, I looked up to see that the sky was now delightfully covered in clouds, and it was starting to sprinkle, just barely. I grinned.
I win.
And it has stayed grey and rainy since.
Yay for getting my own way O:)
Of course if I really had my own way, I would have nothing to do between now and next Thursday besides prepare for my (and Brian and Megan's) Shakespeare presentation. Because I'm just itching to get into the text and set out my little 7-minute portion, not to mention work on my lines (*grin*) for when I'll be playing Katharine of France in the ending scene of Henry V. And for those of you who have seen Kenneth Branaugh's version of the same, you, like I do, probably think of it as being charmingly romantic. Especially the French:). Alas, the text does not exactly agree with us, and that is the basis of our presentation. As W.H. Auden said, it is "the most cold and calculated scene in all of Shakespeare".
He. He. He.
I probably love the Henry plays (IV and V, that is) more than I should. But you know... I'm good with that.
I am off, then, not to Shakespeare (*pout*) but to my food notebook.
Alas...
(Yes, we did see a play there afterwards, yes, I we were all Groundlings, yes, I was once again at the ver front and center of the stage, and yes, it was very entertaining. Winter's Tale, by the way. But, to be frank, I haven't all that much free time today as I've put homework off far too long and still need to prepare my lesson for tomorrow, so I shan't describe it in detail.)
On to the food:
Locale: Shakespeare's Globe Cafe. Outdoor seating, just beside the theatre, the entire complex being on the riverfront (though it's not visible from the cafe). Quite pleasant, aside from the oppressive heat of the day, coupled with the humidity and the reflection/heat from the metal tables.
Beverage: homemade lemon squash. Lemonade, more or less; not very strong, certainly refreshing, with a slice of lemon and lemon pulp. Not sour, but not overpoweringly sweet--slightly tart.
Dish: A sandwich--Somerset brie with rocket and fruit chutney. Nicely presented, with chips and green lettuce. White bread, slightly grilled. The brie is the main flavor, though it's subtle, and delightfully interrupted by both the slight sweetness of the fruit chutney (of which raisins are the only visibly identifiable ingredient) and the not-quite-bitter, somewhat tart taste of the rocket. Has an overall creamy texture, owing to the brie and chutney, allowing the occasional crunch of rocket to make a nice contrast.
Point: the sandwich was really, really good. And I wouldn't go through all the stiff-sounding (to me, anyway) details if I didn't have to for class. Ah well, so it goes. And since I didn't have the courage (*squinch*) to ask what kind of fruit chutney they used, I'll just have to pick one or a few from online to include in my food journal (which, by the way, is supposed to be 4-7 typed pages per week, and constitutes 50% of the grade for the entire class. Yeah...).
Aside from the play itself, the other notable event for the day (in my book, anyway--and since you're reading my book, you get to hear it!) was an apparent return of my powers as a so-called "weather witch". Perhaps I have to be in Europe for them to work. Hmm. Anyway, I was sitting at my cafe table taking notes and noting just how hot it was and how thoroughly disappointed I'd been in the weather since we got here, with the exception of perhaps one day. Where were the clouds? Where was the rain? Where was fall?
Apparently waiting for me to say something.
Just before intermission, I looked up to see that the sky was now delightfully covered in clouds, and it was starting to sprinkle, just barely. I grinned.
I win.
And it has stayed grey and rainy since.
Yay for getting my own way O:)
Of course if I really had my own way, I would have nothing to do between now and next Thursday besides prepare for my (and Brian and Megan's) Shakespeare presentation. Because I'm just itching to get into the text and set out my little 7-minute portion, not to mention work on my lines (*grin*) for when I'll be playing Katharine of France in the ending scene of Henry V. And for those of you who have seen Kenneth Branaugh's version of the same, you, like I do, probably think of it as being charmingly romantic. Especially the French:). Alas, the text does not exactly agree with us, and that is the basis of our presentation. As W.H. Auden said, it is "the most cold and calculated scene in all of Shakespeare".
He. He. He.
I probably love the Henry plays (IV and V, that is) more than I should. But you know... I'm good with that.
I am off, then, not to Shakespeare (*pout*) but to my food notebook.
Alas...