When I pitted the last batch of cherries, discovered they totaled three cups and three cups are exactly what the recipe required, I took it as a sign from God that I should make a cherry crisp.
Foggy beach: where I’m going
That’s the human race: we interpret God to fit our own desires, keep rolling the dice until we get the deuce we wanted.
For all of Covid lockdown and beyond, I cooked at home with occasional breaks provided by ordering out, even added baking to my repertoire. Three days away from our first travel since 2019, I suddenly find cooking insufferable, the house suffocating.
Another thing about the human race: we do what we gotta do until another door opens. Heading into fresh air, we think: “how did I endure so long?”
Holding the Light will be on hiatus for a week or two. Look for a return in August.
Wow. I mean: Wow! This one really hit me where I was standing (well, sitting, to be literal). First paragraph especially, and then the second paragraph, soberingly (yes, I do that kind of interpretation), and then the rest. Have a good time out yonder.
A reprieve on a foggy beach sounds like just the ticket. Joyful travels!
Hope the beach is as lovely as your photo. Have a great time.
Bob, it was! High temps 65° every day, partly foggy.