
Looks like I fell off the edge of the world for a while there. It was an unplanned hiatus, brought on by minor crises and busy-ness. Here’s the tale, and a “recipe” for blueberries and cream.
Mainly it was the June Dental Crisis
For months I’d been having problems with “sinus infections” and tooth sensitivity and swelling/pain in my upper left jaw. “Sinus infections” is in quotes because I thought they were at the time; now I’m fairly certain some of them were caused by the tooth and not the other way around (“Your tooth hurts? Oh, that must be from a sinus infection”). Read more on back from hiatus…
Via MSN:
5:06:55 PM Amy: my tweet
5:06:56 PM Amy: Whole wheat levain, day 3: http://bit.ly/cRM7Z6. I can’t help picturing microscopic wild yeast chowing down and farting in there.
5:16:46 PM Zach: ha
5:16:55 PM Zach: I always feel bad for yeast
5:17:51 PM Amy: i just did too, earlier today!
5:18:00 PM Amy: i was like, aww, when i bake, it’s going to die!
5:18:04 PM Zach: hehe, nod
5:18:05 PM Zach: it’s like
5:18:12 PM Zach: here guys! have this HUGE DELICIOUS FEAST, jut how you like it!
5:18:15 PM Zach: then you burn them all to death
Read more on do yeast fart?…

Spring has sprung, and flora are stretching, budding, opening for their sun. This is a forsythia’s flower. Forsythia are wild bushes. Lanky as a teenage basketball player, they lengthen and sprawl, and reward our patience with their disorganized antics by bursting into yellow blooms in spring, spring only.

It may be Easter, but for some there’s still work to be done before dinner, because tomorrow it might rain.
It might always rain tomorrow. Read more on easter, and spring, and budding growing things…

i mean, merry christmas
Clearly, there’s no Festivus pole here!
Wishing all of you a lovely holiday. May you be warm and cozy this Christmas, with good food and good company.
Read more on happy festivus…

In terms of making new beginnings and forging new paths, New Year’s takes a distant third on my internal clock. New Year’s is the new beginning of the earth’s rotation, marking the end of the year’s shortest day and looking forward to lengthening ones.
New Year’s is a quiet time, as far as heralds go. Party revelry aside, it’s marked by a sunrise a wee minute earlier than the day before, sunset a wee minute later. We are inspired to set plans in motion, but the still-long darknesses encourage long nights under the covers and slow-cooker meals. Read more on time to blossom…