Monday I forgot to wear a hat walking today. Ice pellets shot at my forehead as if I were an X-wing charging through hyperspace. When I get home I hang my wet coat over the radiator and make another cup of coffee. It never tastes as good as the first one, the one I sip in the quiet of the kitchen when the house is still. But I like knowing it’s there for me. I wipe up the coffee grounds that always spill around the coffee maker, then I turn the oven on and begin slicing red cabbage. I will layer the cabbage with sliced apples, onions and spices and leave them to roast in the oven for the rest of the morning. It seems like the right thing to do.
A really enjoyable, sensual read. So many vivid feelings - being bombarded by ice crystals!!, the fragrance and warmth and colour of roasted cabbage and apple and onion and spices!, the shards of glass, the beauty of watercolour and ink. Much appreciated. Thanks so much.
Ah, acid! I did not know this trick and will be glad to try it. The recipe looks delicious! What brings me the most joy, though, is the story of Dottie and the settee. We inherited a hefty, russet-colored, leather chair from my parents - once my father's favorite - and our late cat, Tucker, took great pleasure in clawing at the cambric, to the point that we recently removed the shredded mess altogether. He was a stinker, and I miss him so much! Thanks for sharing part of your week with us, Lindsay.
These pets really reveal the underbelly of things 😂 I am also happy to learn the word cambric - after writing this essay I was listening to a Poirot mystery, and of course he described a a maid's apron as 'cambric.' Such a good word. Thanks for the note! x
Another recipe to love, another dog to giggle at, beautiful words tying it all together. Thanks, Lindsay.
oh Prue what a lovely comment! I'm especially thrilled with my new word 'Cambric'. Who knew?
A really enjoyable, sensual read. So many vivid feelings - being bombarded by ice crystals!!, the fragrance and warmth and colour of roasted cabbage and apple and onion and spices!, the shards of glass, the beauty of watercolour and ink. Much appreciated. Thanks so much.
Thank YOU Beth! Writing these essays is so much fun. And thank you for supporting it all... I really appreciate it. x
Ah, acid! I did not know this trick and will be glad to try it. The recipe looks delicious! What brings me the most joy, though, is the story of Dottie and the settee. We inherited a hefty, russet-colored, leather chair from my parents - once my father's favorite - and our late cat, Tucker, took great pleasure in clawing at the cambric, to the point that we recently removed the shredded mess altogether. He was a stinker, and I miss him so much! Thanks for sharing part of your week with us, Lindsay.
These pets really reveal the underbelly of things 😂 I am also happy to learn the word cambric - after writing this essay I was listening to a Poirot mystery, and of course he described a a maid's apron as 'cambric.' Such a good word. Thanks for the note! x
I’m just waking up in Copenhagen, I enjoyed this visual read so much.. I’m off to buy cabbage, onions, apples and tulips.
Oh Dottie.. loveable ❤️
hope you're having a wonderful time, what a flavourful place you're in! xx