I got up this morning and made a blueberry cobbler and some whipped cream (pics) and then I ate some for breakfast and it was delicious.
I currently have a ginormous ham in the oven, because when I ordered it, I thought L might be coming for Easter dinner, but she wasn't feeling up to it, so I have a 10lb spiral ham (I thought I was getting something that was 6 or 7 lbs, so you can imagine my surprise when this behemoth showed up) and I guess I'll be eating it for lunch all week in sandwiches, and with eggs and in fried rice and I'm sure I'll figure out a couple other ways to eat it. *hands*
Yesterday, I made that peasant bread again and one I left plain - I'll use that for the above ham sandwiches - and the other I added in half a stick of butter mixed with 1 1/2 tablespoons of minced garlic, 1/4 cup of parmesan cheese, and a sprinkle of basil and oregano (pics). I ate it last night for dinner with some fresh mozzarella and it was delicious.
I've actually been writing this weekend, which hadn't happened in a while. Not on any of my wsip of course, but what are you gonna do? Hopefully I'll be able to finish it. I've got three sections left to go.
Anyway, here's today's poem:
Between Going and Staying
by Octavio Paz
Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
Translated by Eliot Weinberger.