Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sawdust, ghosts and a supper.

1. I wake up to the new bookshelves' smell of sawdust.

2. The breadmaker is going. The floury ghosts of measuring spoons are laid out on the worktop.



3. Green runner beans and parsley in red tomato mince.

White grapes, gothic novel and predictions.

1. This week's grapes are particularly good -- a little hard so they burst well, and then both sweet and sharp.  2. Before Nick comes up...