Once again, my picture loaded sideways. It's getting frustrating. Time for image-loading research. The top photo is of a scene drawn by my neighbor Ellie. The tree on the right is asking, "Why am I a tree?" While his friend replies, "You'll be it forever." The rabbit caught in the middle wonders, "What are they talking about?" It made me smile.
I have two potential loaves of bread rising in the oven, both from Jim Lahey's book My Bread--one, the basic No-Knead loaf, and the other is a slightly adapted version of the basic loaf with chocolate and unsweetened coconut added. If they turn out well tomorrow morning, I shall provide pictures and perhaps a re-worded version of his recipe. You should also consider buying his book, because it is fantastic! Very simple, and delicious to the point of ruining your palate for all other breads available. A mixed-blessing :) Snob.
Two poems today--one I composed in my head to a coworker I'm used to seeing more than zero times a week, and in the middle of having an exhaustion-breakdown. (NO MORE EGGS!!! OR SANDWICHES!!!) I think it could be a really wacky greeting card? The second was written during a much-needed Doubleshot cool-down session. Hadn't been there for almost a week! It was like being in a desert, craving water. Seriously.
Oh friend, I have not seen your face
In far-too-freakin long--
To prove how much I miss you,
I have written you a song...
At least, I meant to, but I fear
I quite ran out of time
(I'm secretly the C.I.A.
And have to stop a crime.)
The criminals are organized,
They're lead by Slim-Hipped Stu--
They're based in South Australia
Where they're killing kangaroos!
I simply Have to stop them, and
I hope you understand,
Why I wrote these garbled lines
And not the symphony I'd planned....
The shadow of a lemon contradicts
Our connotations of the fruit itself--
A 'drop of sunlight', tangy on the tongue,
The zest of summer captured in a glass:
Refreshing.
Shadows are anonymous. The shades
Of elephants may loom a little larger
Than the quiet lemon's, but their essence
(Absent sunlight)fades to gray beneath
The microscope.
(See? I am a chef, a scientist, a vagabond--
Who roams the land of sense, and well-beyond.)
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