Onions

I am thinking about onions.┬áIn fact, this morning I spent quite some time reading about them, too. Robert Farrar Capon’s “The Supper of the Lamb” spends fully 8 or 9 pages just talking a reader through sitting down with, observing, cutting and squashing the juice out of an onion. Strange, but true. True, also, is…

“When I get a congregation I want to be a patient pastor.

Monastery bread!

As you can probably imagine, once I saw a recipe called ‘monastery bread’ it was only ever going to be a matter of time before I made it.

Cuthbert goes to Hollywood

An old ‘un, but a good ‘un! My trusty kitty, Cuthbert, strutting his stuff while he was still quite young and had not yet grown into a big, black panther. While I’m writing this post he’s curled up on the couch, sleeping. At 2 and a half he’s much too mature for such frippery. Obviously.