…. must have been a busy week, since I have not written since last Friday. We’re into the grinding down part of the winter, we had rain and fog, and now it’s really cold, that cheery sun actually indicating that’s it’s clear enough to be cold. And because of the rain, we lost a lot of our pretty snow cover – when I was walking to work this morning I went past a snow drift that’s outside the university bookstore, where the smokers stand. It was a greyish, pockmarked, lump of ice, studded with cigarette butts. Lovely.
Tonight is soup for dinner; stayed up late cooking on both Tuesday – baking breads & bars, cleaning greens, making dressing – and Wednesday, last night – making the soups themselves, and rolls, and the dough for Heidi’s seedy flatbread, that I’ll roll out when I get there, and bake at the last minute, in a really hot oven – warm the place up. I also made some tea/cidar – some cinammon spice tea with a little bit of brown sugar, mixed with cidar. In the summer, I was making tea/juice drinks, like Darjeeling tea with a peach teabag and some peach juice, hibiscus-mint, and so on. Tonight I think I’ll heat the tea/cidar, serve it as hot spice cidar, since it’s so cold out.
Oh, yeah, and when I was done cooking last night and wanted to watch some mindless TV and drink a beer, the wonders of cable provided me with two versions of Johnny Depp as a criminal – George Jung in Blow (John’s easy Halloween costume a few years ago – all it took was a baggie of Wondra and some cheap aviator sunglasses), and Donnie Brasco. I watched Blow, even though I think Donnie’s a far better movie – it had almost and hour and a half to go, and the last 58 minutes of Blow, till midnight, seemed a lot more resonable.
Teeny tiny camera did a good job in Boston, but I forgot to bring it or any other camera for tonight; iPhoneroids are us, I guess.