… I’d have baked a cake.
Chris Clarke seems to have a habit of showing up on one’s doorstep unexpected, and bringing his friends. It’s a lovely, neighborly habit, but it can take one by surprise. First he shows up with a crowd at my neighbor Janeen’s place. (Have you seen Janeen’s new blog? Talk about fresh; it’s brand new today. Janeen is always fresh has a fresh take on her life with the kidlet.)
Then Chris shows up here. So perhaps I invited him to stop by any time he was in the neighborhood; who knew that he’d bring folks from Bitch PhD? Welcome; it’s good to meet you. Feel free to poke around the place. If you are interested in eating locally, whether as a political action or because you want the most delicious and nutritious food available in your area, I highly recommend that you visit the Eat Local Challenge blog, and the personal blogs of its contributors. This group of avid regionalist foodies from around the country – and a few from across the globe – are writing beautifully about the pleasures and pitfalls of eating within their foodsheds.
Back to that cake… I don’t yet have any local flour, so it will be a flourless torte. I’m sure I can whip up something with hazelnuts, local eggs and blackberry honey. I’ll make a sauce from last summer’s blackberries, tucked away in the freezer, and the last jar of raspberry jam in the cellar. The mint from the farmers market will be a perfect garnish.
I’ll be in the kitchen baking. I hope you’ll come back to share a slice of cake and a nice cup of (locally roasted) coffee …
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I didn’t realize that your generation knew that song! You must include the lyrics for a really good laugh.
As I recall Raffi recorded that song on one of his kids albums. Raffi saved many a long car trip and airplane ride when Nyssa was little. Funny, I heard a dad outside mowing the grass while his girls looked on the other day. He was singing parts of another Raffi song, “Down by the bay where the watermelons grow” and he didn’t know the last line so he just sang the first part over and over, and offkey. This was much to the giggling delight of his little girls. Many “OH DAD!!!’s” going on.