Thursday, February 27, 2014

inglenook

I like the word inglenook, especially with lower case letters.

 There it sits all smug, and inviting you to come gather around the fireside to sip a cup of English Breakfast tea alongside a slice of homemade wheat bread slathered in butter.


Laura came yesterday and taught Rose and me the essentials of wheat loaf bread making. I ordered the extra ingredients from  the Urban Homemaker, and at the present rate we are eating this bread, next week I can solo on my own bread making endeavors.

let's talk Shakespeare

And Shakespeare? He, indeed, is not to be classed, and timed, and treated as one amongst others,—he, who might well be the daily bread of th...