A few weeks back my blogger friend Mark Bialczak wrote about a trip he and his wife, Karen, took to a Mexican Grill in de Witt, and it reminded me of the few occasions when I had sampled Mexican food, the last time being a celebration of my birthday a few months back, when we all contributed dishes to make an international meal. Nothing speaks to me of friendship more than the sharing of food – it is not for nothing that significant symbolic religious and cultural occasions from the simple to the elaborate centre around the meal table. So yesterday with four avocados, three limes and a bottle of wine I headed east to Yorkshire for further celebrations. The birthday girl this time was Agnes, who reached 89 earlier this week.
I will write later (probably, but no promises) about how I first got involved with this lovely family, all you need to know for now is that we go way back and I have known Agnes and her two boys Robin and Peter so well that we are practically family. The day started with a trip to a local farm shop for a bitter coffee – rather too bitter as we had to return the unfiltered coffee and ask for a fresh one as the ground coffee floated to the surface of our cups.
After morning coffee, Pete and I headed into town for some supplies for the meal Pete had promised to make for us. As we had two hours free parking to use up we had a wander around Huddersfield’s Victorian open air market – where I regretted not having my camera with me – took in a 2nd-hand bookshop, a quiet monologue with a shy shopkeeper at the local health store and a visit to Boots to get a couple of photos printed and framed.
Pete has been living in New Mexico, and elsewhere, in the States for some time and it’s always great to meet up with him when he is over here. I handed over the avocados, lime and coriander and let Pete get to work on creating his amazing guacamole. Robin and Ann prepared the salad, I provided the wine and Pete served up a colourful display of food from the New World.
Afterwards the founding members of the Armitage Bridge Literary Fellowship, finding themselves to be fully replete, retired to the lounge to play some very silly word games.