I’m just saying hi for a minute- happy Holy Saturday, all. The between day. Let me see if I can go over ours, thus far.
-Got up at 10 am. Kenny played at Layla’s Bluegrass Inn until 2:30 am. WaHOOO. So we slept a bit.
-Coffee.
-The Y. Listened to more of The Point on my iPod, courtesy of Joe Kirk. Drug induced hippie philosophy by Harry Nillson with beautiful, Beatles-y music. He manages to say a good thing or two in spite of the acid.
-Southwestern eggs for breakfast, cooked in the skillet. If you’re thinking about getting yourself a nice set of Calphalon or All-Clad cookware, take a testimony from a girl who’s had hers for four years. A good iron skillet goes a heckuva long way, and is virtually indestructible. Take it from the New York Times.
-Cooking for Easter. We’re getting together with dear friends tomorrow, and I am making the comfort food. Sweet potato souffle, corn casserole, and bread.
Now, this bread. I didn’t take this picture. But mine looks this good, no kidding. My friend Flo was generous to share this recipe, and I am eternally grateful. So easy, so good. A crusty white loaf with a hefty, soft middle that makes a great hollow sound when you give it a thump. Give it a go. It raises for 18 hours, then a bit more (follow directions!) then you throw it in a very hot dish and pop it in the oven. Trust me. You’ll memorize it once you’ve made it once, and then you can produce this gorgeous loaf all the time.
Let’s see…cooked, cleaned up, went to the park with Kenny, ostensibly to fly a kite. But the wind did not comply, so we waved at friends walking by. I wanted to get a good picture of me flying a kite in my Portland Studios evil robot shirt and tomato hat, but the kite never flew. But we did see friends, and that was good.
Came home, where Kenny is practicing Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors songs, and I went out and raked up leaves and mud from the back sidewalk (where they’re not useful) to put in the garden beds (where they are). I found TONS of earthworms, and as soon as they get over the trauma of being moved, they’ll thank me for the loamy, paradisical beds I’ve tilled for them and the pumpkins.
Ate chicken noodle soup, and now Kenny is back to a little practice. I’m going to read some more of Kathleen Norris’s wonderful Acedia & Me, and then we’re going to watch Milk. Our new friend Wesley Hill wrote a great article on Milk for Critique, one of our favorite places to think & learn. It’s not quite up yet, but go find out about Wesley, because he’s neat.
I’ve got no conclusion, as I’ve yet to conclude the day. So I’ll leave you with a cliffhanger.
Will the earthworms cope?
Will the bread bake in time for Easter lunch?
Will they LIKE Milk when they see it?
Will Katy understand Kathleen Norris, and will the book affect her everyday life?
Will their kite ever fly?
Dun dun DUNNNN….
A sweet and glorious Easter to you. Go see the poem at dear Denis’s site for April 9. I can think of nothing better for Easter.
