This is one of several dozen (hundred?) recipes that were stuck (literally stuck, probably with flour-and-water paste) in a couple of books rescued from my grandmother’s kitchen. These books appear to have been compiled by Mrs. L, the woman who used to live in the house between my grandmother’s home and my great-grandmother’s. She had […]
Day: April 28, 2008
Poetry at the end of April
Today it is Emily Dickinson… Wild Nights! Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee! Thanks to babbler “kje” who […]