|this was on pinterest, which may or may not be the downfall of all that is good and right|
In Scotland, there is a lot of talk about "rods," which sets up this season finale as one big booty call.
It appears that the sap's risin', and nearly everyone's affected.
At Downton, there is talk about "a fair," which I believe is being used as a homophone. A new hire is flirting with Tom. (That's former chauffer Tom, not angry gay Thomas. Angry gay Thomas and the twerp are becoming friends. Go figure! There's so much love in Downton, the place isn't big enough for it all!) The doc flirts with Matthew's mom. AND a Spice Man (not to be confused with the Spice Girls) is flirting with Mrs. Padmore. Alfred has fallen in love with cooking! It's a real flirt-fest there at the Abbey.
Meanwhile, the Crawley's are in Scotland, returning Rose to her rightful owners. There are some lovey-dovey things going on there, too... like Fugly and her editor. I'm not sure, but I think she has agreed to have her own "a fair!"
Lady Rose takes a cigarette break. You know what they say, "she smokes; she pokes!" And she's coming to Downton to live. I predict that she and the Dowager will be making some booty calls, with Dowager as the wingman.
Carson takes care of Baby Sybil. No booty-call for him, unless it's changing the diaper on the baby's booty. Even though you know deep inside he's one big hunka burnin' love. Some day, Mrs. Hughes will figure it out.
Matthew got his last and final booty call, and managed to secure an heir before he went for the joyride to end all joyrides. Matthew, we hardly knew ye.
That's all for this season...I will have to find something else to write about for a few months. Maybe more crafts! Or tablescapes! Or....well, maybe not.
In today's Downton related activity, I have made a pie.
Not just ANY pie, mind you, but a meat pie. (And those of you who have your mind in the gutter, keep it to yourself, please. I am trying to be ladylike here.)
So what, may you ask, does this have to do with Downton?
I will answer that question with just two words: Grandma Flossie.
Grandma Flossie was my mother's mother, and she was from Scotland, which is where the Crawleys visited. She came over to Canada as a war bride--WWI, the war to end all wars, or so they thought. Those darn Germans, though...
Anywhoo, Grandma Flossie lived in Canada (where my friend Dharma now lives! She knows my Grandma's street!) and when we visited (sometimes for weeks) in the summer, we always took a little side trip to what is probably my very favorite town in North America, Niagara-on-the-Lake. While my mom and I liked to look at the homes and gardens, my grandmother was driven in her pursuit of meat pies.
My meat pie isn't like those meat pies.
But it does include meat and piecrusts, so...
|Ground beef, onion, mushrooms, frozen mixed veggies|
|yes, I buy pie crusts!|
|put the top crust over the meat and bottom crust, pinch the edges, and poke some holes...|