Hurry, the bus is here! You don’t want to miss a single minute of the tour!
One of the things I loved best about living in London was public transport. Never had to worry about driving on the left side of the road, navigating those tricky roundabouts (how our British friends teased us Americans for calling them “traffic circles”!), or wasting precious time looking for a parking spot.
I was constantly amazed at how easy it was to get around a city of that size. I could take the London Underground (affectionately known as “the tube”), catch a friendly black cab, or pop onto an iconic red double-decker bus, and in no time, I’d be happily browsing the bookstores in Charing Cross Road, spending money I didn’t have at Harrod’s, or visiting the teddy bears at Hamley’s. No matter where I was headed, it was always such fun seeing London from the top deck of the bus.
Written by Patricia Toht and illustrated by Sam Usher, it contains 24 lively, fun-to-read, mostly rhyming poems showcasing London’s most popular tourist attractions. We follow a family of four as they board a double-decker bus and make stops at Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, the London Eye, Trafalgar Square, Hyde Park Corner, Piccadilly Circus, the British Museum, and more.
The warm, enthusiastic opener gets us revved up for a jolly good time. 🙂
Board the double-decker bus
and see the London sights with us.
At any time, hop off.
Then climb back on and ride some more.
For better views, climb up the stairs —
the city views are great from there.
Here’s your map and city guide.
Settle back. Enjoy the ride.
I can’t begin to tell you how happy this photo of Hugh Bonneville and his Paddington statue makes me.
I mean seriously. It’s Paddington Bear AND Downton Abbey rolled into one! *swoons*
The London Trail officially opened last week, with 50 Paddington statues scattered around the city. It’s fun to see all the different designs, the many “possibilities” of our favorite bear from darkest Peru.
I think “The Journey of Marmalade” is my fave, but here are a few others I especially love:
Visit the Paddington Trail website to see all the bear statues, notes about their designers, and a map of where the statues can be found. At the end of December, all the statues will be auctioned off for charity. How cool is that?!
Have a chunky marmalade kind of week!
(Tip your hat whenever possible.) 🙂 🙂 🙂
ETA: Today’s Hugh’s Birthday!
Now we must definitely have marmalade sandwiches today in his honor! Happy Birthday, Hugh!
“Poetry should . . . strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.” ~ John Keats
We had our first snowfall of the year this week. When feather-light flakes frost bare branches, it’s time for winter daydreams.
My mindscape of choice is London, so it’s the perfect time to share this poem by New Jersey poet Nancy Scott. I love this wonderful example of cooking as meditation. As we gather and combine ingredients, we season with pleasant memories, nourishing body and soul.
Nancy: My husband was a professor and he took sabbaticals on a regular basis. We often lived in London because it was London. Because there was no language barrier, it was easier for the kids to attend the local schools. This poem is set in 1973, when the two younger boys were 5 and 7. No supermarkets nearby and with a very small refrigerator, we went shopping for food almost every day. I know we had a car, but I wanted the kids to burn off energy by walking and helping to carry the bags rather than tearing apart the flat.
HAMPSTEAD AGAIN by Nancy Scott
for Billy and Jimmy
On a snowy day, when the neighborhood has gone quiet, except for the plows, I’m peeling onions, stripping layers of fat from a pot roast, sizzling oil in the pan.
And it’s Hampstead again. Grey leaden skies, damp warning its way through our clothes. Along the streets where Keats took a turn, past the chemist, the ironmonger, I’m choosing grapes, lettuce, fresh beets, and tomatoes at the greengrocer’s. You two are juggling oranges and apples. At the butcher’s you kick up sawdust, giggle at pigs’ feet, fake gag at the tongue and the tripe until a stern Brit scolds you both. Short hop to the bakery where a plump-faced clerk greets us: Right wet one we’re havin’. I pay for warm yeasty loaves; you wolf down jam tarts as if you haven’t eaten in days. Then the ten-block walk home loaded with parcels. I sidestep puddles; you splash about like irreverent ducks.
While the roast simmers, I curl up with a book, any one will do, and listen for echoes of lively dinners, when we gathered at the table, forks ready.
Naturally I was curious about Nancy’s roast and asked for a recipe. Apparently she was actually making Beef Paprikash, too complicated a recipe for her poem, so she included a pot roast instead.
Nancy: This is a recipe I’ve used for this dish, but I’ve never been able to replicate the version that I ate as a child. The Czech woman who cooked for us never wrote anything down, and her English was halting. I can remember my mother following Elaine around the kitchen with a pad and pencil trying to capture some of this, a pinch of that, whatever I have on hand, until it tastes right. Mother finally gave up, and we just enjoyed Elaine’s potato pancakes, goulash, sweet and sour cabbage, homemade strudel, kolacky, and other specialties for many years.
BEEF PAPRIKASH (serves 6)
1/2 cup unsalted butter 3 lbs. beef chuck, cut into 2-inch cubes salt and pepper to taste 5 tablespoons sweet Hungarian paprika 2 large onions, chopped 3 cloves garlic, minced 2 tablespoons tomato paste 2 cups beef stock 1 cup sour cream, at room temperature
Melt 1/4 cup butter in a heavy frying pan. Sprinkle beef with salt and pepper and 1 tablespoon paprika, brown the meat for about 15 minutes and set aside.
In a heavy pot, warm 1/4 cup butter, add onions and sauté until translucent, add garlic and remaining paprika and heat for a few more minutes. Add tomato paste, stock and beef. Bring to a boil, then simmer until beef is tender, about 2 hours.
Remove from heat and stir in sour cream. Serve with butter noodles or boiled potatoes.
The perfect afternoon: Nancy’s paprikash simmering on the stove, snow falling outside.
It brought to mind studying Keats in college, visiting Keats House as a newlywed, my student who saw Paul McCartney on Hampstead Heath, the famous lines from “When Harry Met Sally”: “there’s too much pepper in my pa-pri-kash.” Oh, the ever widening ripples of memory!
Award-winning poet Nancy Scott, a three time nominee for the Pushcart Prize, has published four poetry collections, the most recent of which is Detours & Diversions (Main Street Rag Publishing Co., 2011). She is the current Managing Editor of U.S. 1 Worksheets, the journal of the U.S. 1 Poets’ Cooperative in New Jersey. Her poems have also appeared in such journals as Slant, Poet Lore, Lullwater Review, and Slipstream. She once spotted Sean Connery browsing the stalls in Portobello Road. (I hope she writes a poem about that someday!) Visit her website for more info about her poetry and work as a collage artist.
Thanks so much, Nancy. Your poem and paprikash were absolutely delish!
♥ Tara at A Teaching Life is hosting today’s Poetry Friday Roundup. Stop by for the full menu of poetical dishes being served up in the blogosphere this week.
♥ Samuel Burton’s original oil painting, “Hampstead, North London,” is available for purchase here. Be sure to check out his other lovely cityscapes and landscapes!