Ten.Six Hundred & Eighty-Four
Quick menu plan. I think of the portion of the book where they talk about the kitchen. About the woman who wanted to enjoy cooking again in her kitchen. And how it was just a matter of making the space funtion in a way that supported that desire. Maybe that’s what I’m missing.
Eucalyptus and Chamomile.
Fog still hugging Mt. Diablo. I can’t yet see the peak. But I notice the trees and the little bit of green still hanging around. I wonder if some of the hills will regain their color with this rain.
But really the cutest little baby. I tell her that I have no regrets and that makes me very happy. Prosciutto and manchego and olives and almonds and goat cheese and strawberries also make me very happy.
She shakes her head when I say that I wonder if I’m cut out for traditional work.
He grills the meat and I make the broth. I’m excited to drink Taquine at dinner.
Everyone will think I’m crazy but I’m wearing the ankle-length parka to the baseball game. It’s a little cool and once the sun starts to set the wind will begin to blow and it’s going to be cold.
Foul ball. Foul ball. Foul ball. At least he’s making contact at this at bat. I think it was the catch to end the last inning. He just needed a little bit of confidence.
They do make scrub brushes with long handles and an angled brush and that pivots 180 degrees!