That subject line won’t mean anything to anyone but me, but that’s OK. Something about 2010 just took me back about 40 years, and it conjured up memories of a friend long gone. So it’s a bit by way of being a salute to the past.
I brought this all on myself complaining early in December that we were about 20 inches short of our average annual rainfall. Didn’t have an effect immediately, but the last few days of the year struggled to make up for the earlier dearth of dampness. The river is about as high as I’ve seen it this year. It finally has stopped raining an inch-plus a day and the river is dropping a bit, which is fine by me.
I’ve got last night’s leftover bean soup warming on the woodstove and will go eat some shortly. There’s still fresh bread from yesterday, although it’s not quite as fresh as it was yesterday. Brenda found a great fast yeast bread recipe mid-year. I’ve been fooling with it a bit, and it gets better each time I make it. No pain, no hassle, just good, crusty staff-of-life stuff.
I think I could live on bread and properly cooked potates. Must be the Irish in my background.
I love winter. The woodstoves are going all the time and it’s tough not to just go cook something.
I’m off now, so the best to all of you reading this for the New Year. More anon.
Marianne's Virtual Salon 
May 24, 2013 at 10:25 am |
Superb post but I was wanting to know if you could write a litte more on this subject?
I’d be very grateful if you could elaborate a little bit more. Many thanks!