OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A working Saturday that ended with a feast with dear friends at the Jordan Wine Estate. But it was lots of work first, with Catssistants in support mode from about seven in the morning until about three in the afternoon, and Nadine, as always, watching over my shoulder.
I have been here only once before, but the view is simply spectacular, the food and the wines are delicious, and our company last night was The Best. We indulged (as you can probably judge from the time I am posting this …).
The entire meal was a treat from the first to the last bite, but for my starter I chose mussels and they came in this wonderful parcel and tasted like heaven – the best I have ever eaten. Just divine.
We laughed a lot – and it was badly needed after the week we have all had (hellish for all of us for different reasons). Nothing restores one to oneself like loving care and laughter and I am so grateful to have people in my life who always know how to cheer me up, no matter what.
After the indulgence, no one was fit to drive home. Our friends took an uber and my love and I stayed over on the estate. And the bed we slept in had this marvellous furry blanket on it: a comfort in itself.
The blanket made me think of Kristin Lavransdatter (1922), my favourite Norwegian novel, one of my all-time favourites in fact. The author, Sigrid Undset, was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1928. I once sat in her study, at her desk, in her chair – one of the most magical literary experiences of my life.
A day framed by two giants of literature (at least in my head) and filled with friendship, and my love’s love. He does spoil me rotten.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”
— NICD
Karina Magdalena 