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Wine to go with cheese

Most of us are finding ourselves eating at home a lot more than in pre-Covid-19 times. In my household it means we eat a lot more cheese than usual, since we consider a cheese course an important part of a proper meal at home. With the cheese it’s very tempting to continue drinking whatever wine we’ve already opened. I think we can do better than that. Here are my thoughts.

When it comes to wine that goes with cheese, it’s got to be red. The only exception is a heavy sweet wine, like Sauternes, that goes wonderfully with very tasty blue cheeses. Roquefort is the usual example. That aside, any red will do, although in principle the stronger the cheese the more powerful the wine. Red is good but it’s not perfect.

To move up a notch we have to go to fortified wines. A dry austere Amontillado sherry is thrilling with any cheese, although it will dwarf a mild cheese, for which you might try a Fino. For those who get confused by the different types of sherry, remember that sherry is made at first like any white wine, but then left in barrels open to the air. If the wine develops a creamy layer of yeast on top, called flor, it becomes a Fino – dry, light in colour with a sharp yeasty tang. If the flor dies off or is killed off by adding alcohol, the wine is exposed to air and darkens, developing that distinctive, austere, almost bitter, nutty flavour with overtones of tobacco and spices from the oak barrel.  That’s an Amontillado. An Oloroso, that’s an even darker sherry which never had flor on top, would be marvellous too, but it, too, must be bone dry. They are much harder to find. Don’t use sweet sherry, not even anything with the word “cream” in the title. Save that for the pudding.

Equally wonderful would be a Tawny Port, again because it’s got that austere dry nutty, leathery tang. Ruby port wouldn’t do. It hasn’t been oxidised so it has a rich fruity flavour that goes with fruity puddings but not cheese. Ruby port is either matured in huge barrels or in tanks or even in the bottle. Tawny ports start off like ruby ports but spend longer – much longer – in much smaller barrels, slowly oxidising, turning brown and leathery, losing all that fruitiness but developing that spicy, nutty, leathery essence.

If we were really celebrating I’d ask for a glass of Madeira. Malmsey is my favourite but I’d settle for any of them. It’s not unlike port in the way it’s made but it’s from a different grape, different terroir and, unlike port, it’s gently heated while oxidising. Like port it needs to be at least 10 years old; then it’s heavenly.

But how can anyone manage to drink wine with the meal and a fortified wine with the cheese? The secret is to stick to small amounts. You only need a mouthful of the fortified wine. Then put the stopper back on and keep it somewhere cool. That way you’ll stay within your 14 units a week. And the joy of these fortified wines is they will last for months once opened. After all, at Downton Abbey they sit for years in decanters on the sideboard without going off.

Andrew Polmear

Column: Life In Isolation

I have to say I’m amazed. Although self isolating, as a normally very active and social 75 year old, I’m coping really well, particularly as I have set myself a routine to keep me sane. I wake at 7am as usual, make a cup of tea and then return to my bed which has now become my Throne, and I love it. I read, then watch something on catchup before calling friends and dealing with paperwork. My cat thinks she’s gone to heaven, as she lies on my bed and enjoys uninterrupted attention. Finally, I’m forced to get up, if only to avoid turning into a complete bed potato.

With fine weather, I have been doing plenty of gardening. Every leaf shares equal attention, the invading moss on the cobbles is now only allowed to remain for aesthetic effect, the plants are fed, watered and spoken to  with fondness, and the patio is swept almost out of existence. Then, before I know it, the time has come for my one walk.

I alternate between the beach and the park,( each, being but a minute from my house.)  The unusual tranquility of the now deserted beach, takes me back to the words of Blake.

 

“To see a World in a grain of sand,

  And a Heaven in a wild flower,

  Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,

  And Eternity in an hour”

 

In the park I’m reminded of how I utilised my time, all those years ago, when returning home having dropped the children off at school each morning. With little time to prepare for my journey into the W, End for rehearsals, ( in those days I was involved in numerous musicals,) I would take advantage of the quiet and empty space to do my vocal warm ups.  Now that these are redundant, I converse with myself in French instead. It is good practise, and I and me always agree, never correct each other’s mistakes, and enjoy each other’s company.  Wonderful.

A further self indulgence, is rediscovering my repertoire of opera arias I learnt over fifty years ago at music college. Now, I join Maria Callas and Joan Sutherland, and sing along at the top of my voice. I love it, and I thank God that the students next door have all gone home.

Preparing my evening meal has become something to look forward to each day ,as this has been an opportunity to rediscover the contents of my freezer. I try to remember when I cooked such delicious dishes. God knows how long they have lurked in the dark, but thankfully I have not poisoned myself yet. So these delicacies are a treat to look forward to later.

In the meantime, I have a choice of occupations for the afternoon. One such is to cull my collection of paperwork and photographs.Sadly, the object of this exercise is forgotten within seconds.  This is my history, I rationalise. So all that is achieved is a small trip down memory lane, but oh what pleasure this gives me. However, with nothing discarded, it refuses to return to its dark and lonely quarters, and it is only with a great deal of cajoling and persuasion that it finally relents, in the hope that it may once again, in time to come, see the light of day

Another treat is to, re-assess the contents of my over bulging wardrobe. I am instantly shamed. Why on earth do I still have clothes I  brought with me from London 22 years ago?  It takes me only a few minutes to justify this stupidity. Some garments no longer fit, but who knows? I may lose weight, and after all, if this lockdown lasts for too long, my darling daughter may tire of doing my weekly shop, and my freezer might finally be empty.

Other clothes are in need of repair.Hooray!  As long as I’m able to see well enough to thread a needle, It will simply provide me with a new occupation. And what of the faded fabrics? Well, I may not have dye at hand, but it will be something to look forward too when the shops re open. And the realisation of this ,immediately justifies why I still have hundreds of carrier bags in the cellar.  I confess, my one concern, is that since I am unable to invite anyone to visit, my motivation to tidy up has completely disappeared.

Yes of course, I do miss my children, whom I now only see at the front door when they deliver supplies, and  I hate not seeing my grandchildren. However,( and I never thought I would hear myself this,) thank goodness for Technology which has revolutionised all our lives. There  are so many means of keeping in touch. Speaking, seeing and sharing are still with us.

And so the weeks go by.   I am happy, and I am so lucky. I  know I’m privileged, and my heart goes out to each and every person, who through no fault of their own, is finding this hard.  I am so so sorry. I just hope we will come out of this as a more compassionate and caring society.

And of course, our thanks must go to all those who endlessly help us day to day. But most of all, to our selfless, generous and tireless NHS workers.  My alarm clock is set for 7.55 pm each Thursday for the big clap. We will come out of this, but their contribution can never ever be repaid. Bless each and every one of them. May we never forget.

Kate Dyson

 

 

 

 

Memories: VE Day Then and Now

On 8 May 1945, VE Day, my cousin Sheila Freeman (née Grant) was living with her parents, Emily and Chris Grant, her sister Pam and brother Roy, Auntie Rose and Uncle Ernie King, Val and Michael, my Mum (expecting me in late October) and dad-to-be, Thomas Mayers, home from three and a half years’ service with the RAF. All of them lived at 9 West Hill Road with Gran. Sheila said that there was a street party outside and dancing. I have a family photograph taken by my Dad of that event.

This year, we decorated No 1 Highview Avenue North in Patcham with the White Ensign on the flag pole and flags pegged to the washing line with red, white and blue pegs; VE Day bunting fixed between a trellis and the Wandering Minstrel Rose bush; and British Legion bunting held in place by tent pegs in the raised flower bed in our front garden. VE Day 50th Anniversary tea-towels were pegged to the net curtain in the lounge and I re-used my daughter’s Mother’s Day gift basket to arrange all sorts of poppies collected over the years with decorative pastel coloured butterflies on sticks. The NHS poster in the porch of a rainbow has had ‘VE Day 75th Anniversary Celebration’ added to Easter, Mother’s Day and St George’s Day events. I collected displays of suitable photos and photo albums and had them close at hand to show either passers-by (at a distance) or my husband, son and daughter.

One good thing during this period is that, though always conscious of keeping a safe distance apart, we have met old neighbours from the far end of the Avenue; newly moved in neighbours; and those who moved in decades ago. Every Thursday night we have gathered outside our houses and rung bells, banged gongs, bashed saucepans and lids, as my poor hands are too marred by frequent washing to clap.

We have enjoyed distant encounters with young couples, families and oldies making the best of the beautiful weather. I take my sketch book to the Lilac Park as we see it in full bloom. Our Lilac tree is now passed its best but I painted it while it was in its prime, as well as the plants, shrubs and roses I can see while sitting on my patio. We see the little girl in the garden alongside the bottom of our garden bouncing on her trampoline.

On May 10 my husband drove slowly up West Hill Road and I was so taken with the decorations on both sides. I forgot to take special notice on No 9. I hope you all had a safe and peaceful celebration to mark the 75th Anniversary of VE Day.

Sandra Cooper

Lockdown Ideas: Global Sharing Week

Globally, we have enough surplus food, shelter and water to end poverty, hunger and homelessness. Global Sharing Week is the largest annual mass engagement campaign to promote and enable the sharing of vital resources with those who need them most, whilst protecting the planet at the same time. Created by the Brighton-based charity I created, The People Who Share, Global Sharing Week reaches over 100 million people worldwide. This year, with the world suffering the challenges of the Covid-19 crisis, Global Sharing Week will see a phenomenal online campaign to ensure that those in need receive the resources they need to survive the crisis. Projects and vital resources from food banks, to groups making PPE for frontline healthcare workers will be listed on a global map at globalsharingweek.org

Participation is open to all, everyone can play their part by adding projects and available resources to the Global Sharing Week map and sharing what’s there. Global Sharing Week helps us to demonstrate that where we have poverty, we can have prosperity, where we have loneliness, we can have community and where we have landfill we can have reuse.

The People Who Share is currently running Covid-19 Food Relief, a campaign to ensure that nobody in the UK goes hungry during the Coronavirus crisis. Currently, 1.5 million adults and 830,000 children in the UK are not getting enough food, whilst 53% of NHS workers are concerned about accessing supplies during the Coronavirus pandemic. (The Food Foundation, YouGov Poll, March 2020).

Covid-19 Food Relief is a mass call to action and a one-stop source of information to help people find food urgently, donate or volunteer. By making vital supplies easy to access, and galvanising the UK’s population to act now, we can help save lives. At The People Who Share, we believe that a united effort can mean that nobody goes hungry during this crisis.

Covid-19 Food Relief has been created to promote and support organisations including FareShare, The Trussell Trust, FoodCycle, Independent Food Aid Network, Meals for the NHS, The Careworkers’ Charity and many other community groups working on the frontline to ensure that everyone in the UK has sufficient food.

If you are hungry to help, you can volunteer or donate to a range of organisations working to provide #FoodRelief to those who need it most during the Covid-19 crisis at www.thepeoplewhoshare.com To get involved or find out more information email: foodreliefC19@thepeoplewhoshare.com Let nobody go hungry during the Covid-19 crisis.

 

Benita Matofska

Global Sharing Week 2019, saw 540 events take place in 211 cities across 49 counties on every continent, creating massive social impact. To get involved, find or register a project or shared resource head to globalsharingweek.org

 

 

Lockdown Books: Generation Share

It’s official, Brits are turning to books during lockdown, with 1 in 3 of us reading more since the March directive to ‘stay at home, protect the NHS and save lives’ began. My own book, Generation Share, published last year by Policy Press has just been voted ‘top isolation read for a positive future’ by Forbes. The idea was born right here on Compton Avenue, when fed up of the barrage of negative news, I decided to embark on a journey to bring the positive stories of change-makers worldwide who are building a more caring, sharing society.

As a public speaker, changemaker and former journalist, my mantra has become, ‘to change the world, we need to change the narrative’, so I set out to do just that.

I invited Hove-based photographer and visual storyteller, Sophie Sheinwald to join me as I wanted to inspire positive change and bring these incredible stories to public attention in a way that people could connect with and feel part of. Each of the 200 change-makers interviewed for Generation Share, tell their stories in their words and along with my social commentary and Sophie’s stunning photography, it’s been dubbed ‘the big yellow book of hope.’

Each chapter showcases the extraordinary stories of social entrepreneurs and innovators who are tackling pressing issues such as climate change, poverty and inclusivity. You’ll meet the UK entrepreneur who has started a food sharing revolution, the creators of a life-saving human milk bank, a trust cafe and  the founders of a fashion library who are changing the world

The book itself is made from 100% waste materials, with fair trade, ethical production. Each copy sold, plants a tree and educates a girl in the slums in Mumbai through change-maker Aarti Naik’s Sakhi School for slum-based girls. Currently, proceeds have been helping Aarti run a Digital School ensuring that slum girls can stay at home safely during the Covid-19 crisis and run a food drive for some of India’s poorest families.

I’m proud to say Generation Share has been loved worldwide and has even sparked a global movement of change-makers. I believe, although our planetary resources may be finite, our potential to share is unlimited — inside each of us is a change-maker, just waiting to be unleashed.

Benita Matofska

Generation Share by Benita Matofska and Sophie Sheinwald can be purchased online from Policy Press with a 50% discount until the end of May using the code APRIL50 at checkout. Proceeds plant trees via the Eden Reforestation Project and support slum-based girls in Mumbai via Aarti Naik’s Sakhi School initiative.

https://policy.bristoluniversitypress.co.uk/generation-share

For more information on change-making and Generation Share, Benita can be found @benitamatofska or benita@thepeoplewhoshare.com