Rising Up…

“I asked the maid in dulcet toneTo order me a buttered scone;The silly girl has been and goneAnd ordered me a buttered scone.” ~ Punch Magazine, 1912 There are few things lovelier on a rainy morning, than a still-warm scone to crumble with your coffee.  It’s basic, nothing complicated, and absolutely satisfying.  If you have … Continue reading Rising Up…

Bread Alone…

“I like reality. It tastes like bread.” Jean Anouilh …and then there are the rainy days, the snail days, the days of duck and cover.  Weaving ‘round the puddles like a so-late-it’s-early drunk.  And in a cobbled town, a labyrinth of streets, with a chill that filters up through roman stones and bones, a morning … Continue reading Bread Alone…