in ten years.

I don’t think it’s a question of liking or disliking it…

Then what?

It was the one thing he was best at.

Hmmm, I see. She pondered this. But that might very well be the best way to live your life. What’s the one thing you can do best?

I don’t know. He looked straight at her. I honestly have no idea. 

 

march of the zucchini.

Today was a very wholesome Sunday. I felt like a farm wife from the 1950’s. This morning I made bread (which I will be making again and again, and you will too once I tell you about how the resulting loaf far outweighs the amount of effort you have to put in- but that’s a story for another day), I made granola- because hey, the oven is already on!, I began my week of easter baking with a batch of Swedish (ish) cardamom- orange rolls (I’m not joking when I say the thing I get most excited about on themed holidays is the ample opportunity to bake). 

mint slice lucky stars

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day y’all! I know that neither I, nor any of my friends or relatives are Irish (actually, apart from two… you know who you are) and therefore this is a holiday that is not a holiday for me. So my wishing for you to have a happy one is essentially me saying ‘have a really nice day today guys, wear green if you like but no big deal’.