Refectory Dinner & Tim Tam Straws

I left my room a few minutes before seven and, just outside my door bumped into Woody, a friend from the ship.  ‘I didn’t see you on the ferry,’ I said.
‘I was in the wheelhouse, chatting to Ishmael, and I didn’t get off until after the first carts had left. We have a friend in common and were having a good old natter.’
‘How’s your room?’
‘Cosy, seems an appropriate word.’ she said, ‘ Have you tried your bed?’
‘Mmm.’ I replied, ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of it in the morning and if I do, I will be walking around like Quasimodo until at least lunchtime. My days of being able to sleep anywhere are long gone.’
‘I know, I like a soft mattress too. Maybe we’ll be able to get an overlay or something.’
‘Perhaps there’s a pea hidden underneath, to see if we are really princesses,’ I said, grinning.
‘I know this abbey’s order advocates austerity, but I didn’t think it would apply to the guests,’ said Woody, ‘We’ll probably get gruel for dinner!’ We got the giggles going down the stairs, but managed to get ourselves under control before entering the refectory.

On the right, as we entered the doors, was a wall of the most magnificent stained glass windows I’ve ever seen. They must have been about eighteen feet tall and were set off in all their glory by the setting sun. On the wall opposite were portraits of past Abbesses dating from about the mid fifteen-hundreds to the present day. The vaulted ceiling was high and made of stone, with gargoyles featured on the tops of the pillars. Along the short end wall opposite the door, was a huge and old wooden crucifix, and beneath it a long table spread with a white damask cloth and laden with a variety of foods and bottles of wine.

Several of the guests were already seated at the tables, and we joined them. All the nuns were seated together on one, very long table.  At 7.00 pm on the dot, the doors were closed and bolted. (Mental note) Tardiness for meals is obviously discouraged. The Abbess stood in front of the food table and asked us all to join hands for the benediction, which we did. Thanks were offered up in Latin, which is not in my repertoire, so I just waited and joined in with the ‘Amen’.

‘We would like to welcome you as our guests.’ she said, ‘While we observe vows of poverty and austerity, our guests are not expected to do the same. Please, help yourselves from the buffet. We take our meals in silence, and would ask you to respect this. We hope you will enjoy your stay and take advantage of all the island has to offer.’  Woody and I were elbowing each other like kids at school camp. ‘Please, don’t make me laugh,’ I whispered, and decided to avoid eye contact until the meal was over.

The fare was delicious and far from the gruel we were expecting. There were tender, spring lamb chops, steaks and shepherd’s pie and a wonderful range of vegetables. The bread and the wine were products of the abbey, and there was a bottle of the famous abbey liqueur Liquid Velvet for us to taste after the meal. Apparently it’s made from roses, blueberries, mead and spices and has been made by the abbey for four centuries. I was so hungry I was really looking forward to the meal until I glanced over at the nuns and saw that they each had a bowl of thin soup and a roll. This took the edge right off my appetite, and I just chose a couple of chops and a few veggies.
The wine was excellent – very smooth and fruity. When everyone had finished eating, the nuns served each of us a tiny glass of the liqueur. Oh, it was ambrosia! I’m definitely taking a few bottles of that back to the ship.

We approached the Abbess with our concerns about the firmness of the mattresses, but she told us not to worry, all would be well, and that we would sleep soundly. We left the refectory and looked at one another with raised eyebrows, saying nothing.  On the way back to our rooms, I asked Woody if she fancied a wander into the town of Gilead, which was situated a couple of miles inland from the abbey.  ‘Sounds like fun,’ she said, so we grabbed a couple of cardigans in case it turned chilly later.

The roadway meandered through the woods and down to a sheltered hollow containing the town.  No motorised vehicles are allowed on the island, but we saw a few bicycles and donkeys.  There were also several people on foot.  It was twilight by the time we reached the town and lights were beginning to appear.  We wandered around the streets and gazed into shop windows.  Lenore is noted for its artisans and there were some beautiful items on display.  The shops were all closed, of course, so we decided to shop for souvenirs the next day.

The strains of cheerful music and laughter wafted towards us on the gentle breeze, so we went to find where it was coming from.  It was a small cafe on the edge of the town square.  Obviously a popular place, as it was quite crowded.  We waited for a table and then sat down and ordered coffee.  ‘Do you have Tim Tams?’ I asked. ‘My friend here has never experienced the delights of Tim Tams.’
‘Certainly, ladies. Coffee and Tim Tams it is,’ and he returned a few minutes later with our coffees and half a dozen of the delicious biscuits.
‘Now, Woody, I am going to teach you the fine art of Tim Tam straws.’
I showed her how to bite of diagonally opposing corners of the chocolate covered biscuit and then suck her coffee through it. Oooh, decadence!! The hot coffee melts all the inside of the biscuit and makes it all soft; but you can only do two or three. Any more than that and you would be sick.

Woody was delighted to have mastered the art, and we sat laughing over the mess the warm chocolate made. We sat and talked for an hour about our various experiences on the cruise, and then took a leisurely walk back to the abbey.

I think I’m going to have to check out if there’s anything in my magic walnut shell that can have some influence on that mattress.

*Postscript – Having found nothing appropriate in the walnut shell, and having no other option, I lay down on the bed.  As I lifted up my feet and pulled them onto the mattress it suddenly became soft.  Yet another amazing happening.  That must have been what the Abbess meant when we spoke to her.  I hoped Woody’s was nice and comfortable, too.


Posted on February 26, 2009, in Abbey Life, Lemurian Abbey and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Ripping yarn. I like your Tim Tam’s idea. I’m an Aussie too but I never thought of doing that. It must make a mess though!
    I also like your magic mattress idea. I wish I could do that with my real life mattress.

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