Ah ha … at last an invitation to a ‘Masked Ball’ …
whew – how lovely … a family and friends gathering …
The War had been awful – food had been so scarce … the
weather hadn’t helped any of us … at least the Autumn had been kind … plenty of
berries around …
The gathering was fabulous … everyone had raided their
dressing up boxes: no necessity to use since 1914 when the Great War was
declared. Lots of different sparkly,
glittery masks … some full face, some half …
Flouncy dresses, part-hidden corsets, colours of rich
red, soft velvety green, purple lined cloaks … cloth-of-gold waistcoats, silver
and black tuxedos … stoles, boas and wraps … all beautifully coloured – the War
was over … time for some celebrations … even amongst the grief …
… though rationing was still around – it was and had
been so difficult to get any decent food – this family had been fortunate …
things from the estate …
What was on offer … the invitation was a Masked Ball
Tea in the late afternoon to early evening …
Friends and family gathered – the host and hostess
happily welcomed everyone … feasting began … simple fare – sandwiches – savoury
and sweet, some mishappen vegetables, seasonal fruits that had lasted …
… plenty of sherry, port or brandy – from the cellars
no doubt, pots of tea too – one could get water – even in War time …
The glittering crowd … a diadem here, a glistening
trinket there, dripping jewels from neck and wrists, gold watches secure in
pockets … eyes twinkling hidden behind the masks …
The cacophony of laughs, whispered nudges, loud
stories being told by men with stentorious voices …
At the end of the room on a dais – stood the table loaded
with green boughs and ivy fronds from the garden, topped with the most
wonderful looking cake – how they all longed for a slice of moist fruit cake …
… full of dried fruit … softened in sherry or port …
candied fruit, nuts, spices … all mixed together … mouths were watering – such treats
unknown since the conflict had begun …
The host and hostess ascended the dais – held up the
sword – which glistened sharply across the room – the noise of the throng
slowly silenced …
The announcement to welcome everyone present … just
noting that they’d decided to hold this gathering before Christmas to have a
chance to see everyone – so there was nothing specific to celebrate – but the
hostess had thought a moist fruit cake would be something wonderful to have …
… shot glasses were handed around, bottles of sherry,
port, brandy, champagne, wines were offered up, more tea, and soft drinks were at the
ready …
… ready for a slice of cake everyone … oh at last –
the sword was released to his wife – she held it aloft … he bent down and with
a flourish … unmasked the cake …
… what ….?!?!?!
the icing, decoration were just a sham cover … there wasn’t any marzipan
either … oh dear, oh dear …
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Plaster casting
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Quiet reigned over their friends … the host apologised
… there really wasn’t any sugar for the icing … as he was a surgeon – they’d
persuaded the orthopaedics department to make a food covering for the cake …
Sorry everyone – but sometimes life gets us unmasked …
now come on enjoy the moist cake with a shot or two of the fermented intoxicant
of your choice …
An unmasked story … in a pandemic year …
PS story based on Robert Graves' - whose wedding cake at the end of WW1 had a plaster cast instead of icing over marzipan!
Hilary Melton-Butcher
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