Here’s Constance “donning the silks” as I believe the Panther once put it and posing with a curtain. It’s a good look isn’t it? I might try it next time someone tries to take a photo of me. I’ve been putting off re-testing this recipe for ages and I don’t know why as it has [...]
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Constance Bennett’s Spanish Chicken
I was very down in the dumps yesterday. Uncharacteristically well and truly fed up and when I got home I was feeling very sorry for myself indeed. But there on my doormat was a small parcel, addressed to me. This was a surprise as only my mother and my sister know my postal address and [...]
Deanna Durbin’s Santa Monica Dressing
Yes, I know it’s too early to start thinking about Christmas but I just couldn’t resist! I can only imagine the shenanigans going on Stateside regarding the wedding of the century. I think it is all out in the open so I hope I’m not giving the game away by saying I’ll be travelling to [...]
Constance Bennett’s Spanish Chicken
Version 3 of Constance’s chicken was the best so far, by far. The secret being having a whole fresh chicken hacked into bits by the crazy Wood Street butcher I think. As Connie put it, “Take 2 fat hens jointed as for frying…” Rosalind came over to borrow a 1930s frock for her Wind in [...]
Constance Bennett’s Spanish Chicken
“I’m a lot more sartorial than thespian. They come to see me and go out humming the costumes.” It was lovely to be rustling up Constance’s chicken for 3 whilst Grace and Jack were rehearsing their country songs in the dining room. They were on fine warbling form. Alas, Jack couldn’t stay for dinner and [...]
Joan Bennett’s Beetroot Salad
“I turned my hair dark and have received much better parts ever since.” Omigoodness the day I had yesterday. I know just how Joan felt having to drag that dead body up the beach in “The Reckless Moment”. I was completely shattered by a combination of tellings off, crying jags, getting lost in Isleworth and [...]
Constance Bennett’s Spanish Chicken
“I’m a lot more sartorial than thespian. They come to see me and go out humming the costumes.” Delicious, delicious, delicious. Constance was spreading her cometary glory all around our island last night as we scoffed her Spanish Chicken on the fuel pontoon. After much moving around of tubs in the early evening the landlady [...]
