Today it is incidentally Easter. Thirty-plus years ago Poppy, I and our friend Robert sat around the dining room table and painted eggs. We hung them from the chandelier. I saved those eggs because they represent a splendid time in our lives, as does this wonderful copy of the Fannie Farmer Cookbook that Robert gave to me. Last Sunday I was preparing a boneless pork roast with yellow beets, red turnips and onions and halfway through the roasting the oven burst into flames because the element broke in half. We have been without an oven all week because my electric range is seriously "vintage" and they had to order the part. So this week I have been awash in pleasant, warm recollections of Robert.
Yesterday Poppy and I took a class to learn how to make books. It was SO MUCH FUN! Poppy was the only male in the class, as is the case with most of the art classes we take. Can I tell you how lucky, lucky I feel to be with someone whose primary recreational activity is NOT sitting in front of a TV screen watching sports? BLESSEDLY LUCKY! And how lucky to come home and find a scene like this:
Bhu's World. His favorite spot to sleep. "Where U been?" Well, we have learned how to make books today. "But I can't read!" Oh, that's right. I forgot you are the center of the universe! "Why U not take kitteh food preparation class instead?" Hmmmm