Monday, March 02, 2009

Bread, sunset and green tea.

1. Pam sends fluffy yellow puris to the table. I sneak out to the kitchen to see her stretching and rolling the dough and frying them so they puff up like clouds.

2. It's hard to resent delays and a snarled journey when the sun is setting orange in a grey sky.

3. Finding a burnt sugar note in my green tea.

Rowan, ceps and pizza dough.

1. I am sure the rowan berries are still orange. Once they turn red, you have to think that summer is coming to a close. 2. We find a patch ...