Back from Milford SF
Oct. 4th, 2008 04:45 pmI'm tired out, but it was a great week full of fascinating people, mind-blowing ideas (almost literally) and about 160,000 words of intense critting. Twelve writers, 25 pieces of writing, 25 hours of formal critting and who-knows-how-many-hours of reading. The standard was scarily high.
mevennen ,
bluehairsue ,
maeve_the_red and
chrisbutler were all there, plus some old faces and some new.
Chocolate and alcohol featured in varying amounts. Much useful information was shared. Post-crit discussions continued to chew over stories and ideas. Meal-time discussions often turned gory and at one point we realised that the Welsh language class - which came in on Tuesday morning and stayed for lunch - had gone very quiet just as
bluehairsue was expounding on cannibalism.
Trigonos - the centre where the week is held - is a fabulous place with its own frontage on to a Welsh lake with Snowdon peeking up in the distance and the Nantlle Ridge looming up above. This is the view from the main house down to the water. Wherever you point your camera you come up with a magnificent landscape - even in the wet. It's not a hotel, but it's very comfortable and the atmosphere is welcoming and easy-going.

The only slight drawback (for me, but not for others I hasten to add) is the centre's food policy - excellent and totally praiseworthy in theory as it's sustainable (mostly from their own garden), but it's vegetarian with a strong vegan bias and sadly not really to my taste (or my digestive system's) as I'm a) not vegetarian b) definitely NOT vegan and c) not keen on vegetables except when served up with meat/fish and lots of gravy/sauce, veggie or otherwise - and cooked with SALT (please!). Breakfast was toast/cereal/fruits etc. so no complaints there. Lunches were fine (delicious home made soups). Starving was impossible because there were also yummy cakes with afternoon tea plus delightful desserts at dinner. But sadly the main courses for dinner diverged from my definition of food. No one else seemed to worry, but root vegetables al-dente aren't my thing. Crunchy green veg is grea, but I find crunchy potato and swede less appealing. I feel guilty for griping because the chef took great pride in his cuisine and for many people it's one of Trigonos' plus points. Also he very kindly made me other stuff when pulses or peppers were dish du jour. Unfortunately my idea of comfort food is shepherds pie and his is roast courgette and tomato with brown rice. Nuff said?.
Anyhow, I came home and made liver, bacon and onions casseroled in rich gravy. Ah! Much better. It's not the meat I miss, it's the gravy.
Chocolate and alcohol featured in varying amounts. Much useful information was shared. Post-crit discussions continued to chew over stories and ideas. Meal-time discussions often turned gory and at one point we realised that the Welsh language class - which came in on Tuesday morning and stayed for lunch - had gone very quiet just as
Trigonos - the centre where the week is held - is a fabulous place with its own frontage on to a Welsh lake with Snowdon peeking up in the distance and the Nantlle Ridge looming up above. This is the view from the main house down to the water. Wherever you point your camera you come up with a magnificent landscape - even in the wet. It's not a hotel, but it's very comfortable and the atmosphere is welcoming and easy-going.
The only slight drawback (for me, but not for others I hasten to add) is the centre's food policy - excellent and totally praiseworthy in theory as it's sustainable (mostly from their own garden), but it's vegetarian with a strong vegan bias and sadly not really to my taste (or my digestive system's) as I'm a) not vegetarian b) definitely NOT vegan and c) not keen on vegetables except when served up with meat/fish and lots of gravy/sauce, veggie or otherwise - and cooked with SALT (please!). Breakfast was toast/cereal/fruits etc. so no complaints there. Lunches were fine (delicious home made soups). Starving was impossible because there were also yummy cakes with afternoon tea plus delightful desserts at dinner. But sadly the main courses for dinner diverged from my definition of food. No one else seemed to worry, but root vegetables al-dente aren't my thing. Crunchy green veg is grea, but I find crunchy potato and swede less appealing. I feel guilty for griping because the chef took great pride in his cuisine and for many people it's one of Trigonos' plus points. Also he very kindly made me other stuff when pulses or peppers were dish du jour. Unfortunately my idea of comfort food is shepherds pie and his is roast courgette and tomato with brown rice. Nuff said?.
Anyhow, I came home and made liver, bacon and onions casseroled in rich gravy. Ah! Much better. It's not the meat I miss, it's the gravy.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 10:30 am (UTC)Sounds like a rewarding time. What did you do with the short story?
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 12:56 pm (UTC)The story got the thumbs up, I'm pleased to say that there was a body of opinion that thought it would make the basis of a good novel. I got the usual Milford caveats and nitpicks, all good stuff, of course, but I was well pleased.
I took another novel beginning, too which I've had on the back burtner for a couple of years and got some good comments on.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 02:42 am (UTC):-)
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 03:10 am (UTC)Sounds like you had a great time regardless of the food and intense workload.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 05:12 pm (UTC)ferlonda is a total real-butter-freak though,and she'll happily admit that herself. I've seen her go through a half pound of butter in two or three meals.
I too am generally of the impression that butter should be spread thick enough to leave teeth marks, however when I'm sharing and the butter pots are smallish I tend to have much more modest amounts even though I know they'd happily provide more butter if I asked.
The more I chew this over (sorry, pun only half intended) the more I realise that my problem is not meat or lack of it, but is twofold: a) the lack of salt content and b) having food that slips down easily.
It was only when you were talking about T and salivary glands that I pinpointed that last one.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 05:29 pm (UTC)Nope, can't eat cous cous, much as I love it, as it's just mini pasta balls so grain. Sigh. I miss eating grains but I sure don't miss the side effects!!! And we've both lost weight since last fall when we really stopped eating it- William in particular is looking really good- so that's all right.
But basically, I'd have been stuck with just vegetables which much as I love them (and I do- I'll take your share of the squash you detest!) I would have really missed the meat component.
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Date: Oct. 6th, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)Someone on a newsgroup I inhabit was trying to describe the flavour associated with 'savoury' and did it in chemical terms, but I can only describe it in terms of things which are savoury in my book: a combination of one or more items in the meat/onion/cheese/salt range.
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Date: Oct. 6th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 7th, 2008 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 7th, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)On this thread, we were invited to dinner at a friend's house and she said we were having chicken wings. Yum, we said, and, Can we bring anything? Nope, she said.
So we had chicken wings cooked on their gas grill, delicious, and also a marinated turkey breast. No rice, no pasta, no quinoa, no veggies, no salad, no nothing except grilled meat.
I went to the store to get ice cream for desert and I almost bought a carrot to gnaw on for the walk back. If I could have washed and eaten it before getting back to the house I would have done so.
I felt very odd afterwards.
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Date: Oct. 8th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)Re the no-veg thing. You must have noticed the same in Germany when staying with our mutual friend, GW. When we were there I ate myriad things which had ultimately started out as part of a pig. I did not try 'mett' (if that's how you spell it) which turned out to be raw minced pork. (Yes, eaten raw!!)
We did hit asparagus season on one trip so it was pig and asparagus in more or less equal quantities.
But my first ever continental trip was Belgium in 1975 and after a week of meat and potatoes of varying kinds I was screaming for anything green and leafy.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 01:14 pm (UTC)I haven't actually checked my weight. Because I didn't find the main course to my taste I dived into the desserts and cheese enthusiastically (I was hungry) and I never passed up on cake. That's not good.
:-)
To say the chef constantly tells us he's a professional chef his meat cookery - such as it was - was not good. Juicy was a word not in his vocabulary. I'm trying to think back to the meat options. There was ham in the risotto on day one which was tasty but hadn't been trimmed sufficiently well so had some dubious bits in it. The chicken legs were OK (better than last year when they were not-quite-undercooked). But the sliced cold ham was horribly salty (and I like salt) and the colour was poor (it looked as though it had been sliced and left for too long). Was there any other meat? There was certainly no dark meat
We had the fish pie one day which was OK and one day the chef kindly made me mackerel as alternative to pulses, but cooked it by laying a piece of mackerel on top of some plain sliced potatoes and baking it in the oven without a covering and with no liquid, hence it developed a tough outer layer and was very dry.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 08:47 am (UTC)Which is a pity because chopped liver in fried onions and sage with a bit of marsala wine was one of my favourite foods ever. Mhhhh.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 01:24 pm (UTC)To answer yours. Please don't let me put you off Milford because of food. As I say the chef is excellent at catering for special diets if he's given the specifics. This year we asked for it not to be as lentil-tastic as last year and it wasn't - generally. I didn't have to eat pulses at all because I basically told him I couldn't eat them. I can - but not in that kind of quantity or my insides don't cope well. You'd only need to give him a list of what you can eat and he would oblige.
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Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Oct. 5th, 2008 02:16 pm (UTC)Which is a severe annoyance, because I happen to *like* a lot of vegetarian food, including various things I can't eat nowadays unless I'm prepared to spend the next two or three days taking immodium. :-/
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Date: Oct. 6th, 2008 10:28 am (UTC)There was always white bread at breakfast as well as wholemeal bread and some specialist bread (an oat bread or a gluten free one, I think) but the rice did tend to be brown as no one had specified otherwise.
Breakfast was delightful, in fact. A wide choice of toasts, a wide choice of preserves or nut butters or yeast-based spreads and a choice of different fruits from prunes to grapefruits and yoghurt. There was also a board of sliced cheese of the Emmenthal/Edam variety. I think I scared them the year I took my own jar of Bovril.
:-)
Lunches were great, too. Always a home made soup, quiche or (veggie) sausage plait or pate with home made bread and a choice of freshly made salads. I mostly just pigged out on the soup.
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Date: Oct. 6th, 2008 08:47 pm (UTC)We are currently a zero car family, me having carefully selected a flat based on its walking distance to a bus route with a bus every five minutes in rush hour to where Best Beloved works. :-) We still haven't got around to buying a car, on the grounds that we can hire one for a weekend every month for the same price as the cost of owning one. So for now I plan cons etc on the basis that I will be confined to the site and its immediate environs.
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Date: Oct. 7th, 2008 02:47 pm (UTC)There's a bus into Huddersfield but the buses home again are placed so that you either get twenty minutes or three hours in town and the journey takes nearly an hour each way because the bus winds through every village imaginable.