When I wrote notes for this post, they went like this: visit the local bakeries and eat all the things for three dollars and pretend you are in 1920 (minus the tv). visit the hotel in tangier. and also go to tangier purely because it is tangier. hunt down a piece of giant crumpet.
Crisp and fresh and cold nights. Fires and cake and sparkly dewy mornings. And pie! And dark green winter vegetables sprouting in the finally damp earth. Mushrooms. Fat, happy, bustling hens. Late night rain. I love autumn.
Pomegranates are probably the most regal of all the fruits. If fruit had a court, pomegranates would rule while the apples and oranges danced below, trying to win approval from their ruby laden lords.
I don’t think it’s a question of liking or disliking it…
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.
It’s Easter now and to tell you the truth? I am dreading it. And talk to anybody in hospitality, I can guarantee their feelings will run the same vein.
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).
Today was my first Saturday as a twenty five year old. A twenty five year old!
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’.
Ha ha. So I did say I was going to do this series in alphabetical order. And then I started with India, forgetting that we went to France and that ‘f’ comes before ‘i’.
Since we have had about five milliseconds of actual heat this summer (although this weekend ’twas the season), I have taken every tiny chance I am offered by the weather gods to mix stuff up and freeze it. It’s kinda like a hobby of mine. Pretty cool, I know. (See what I did there?)