(Photo by Steve Rawley)

This first ran in 2011. Cool footage of my old stomping grounds. Glad for the critters and fish, flora and fauna that no one’s stomping there now but the people who are fixing the damage to their space. Aho!

It’s been snowing like mad here the past two days, so that means cooking and reading. And reading about cooking :)

Yesterday I baked Russian Teacakes (in honor of the snow and the Olympics), red beans & rice (and cornbread, of course) and made the batter for gingerbread pancakes. We’ll have breakfast around noon, when the kids get up. That’s just a guess :)

Bon appetit and happy weekend to you, book lovers…

xo

wm

“Well, but it’s not as good a story if you dumped her. That’s how I remember things, anyway. I remember stories. I connect the dots and then out of that comes a story. And the dots that don’t fit into the story just slide away, maybe. Like when you spot a constellation. You look up and you don’t see all the stars. All the stars just look like the big fugging random mess that they are. But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky. Hassan told me once you think like that, too — that you see connections everywhere — so you’re a natural born storyteller, it turns out.” — from “An Abundance of Katherines”

“A word after a word after a word is power.” — Margaret Atwood, poet and novelist (b. 1939)