I’m blaming the weather for my lack of blog posts. My usual solution for writer’s block is to cook something and to concoct a story around the photo of the food. But the icy temperatures we’ve had, soup – that most un-photogenic thing – has been the order of the day. I can’t write about the great excitement that prevailed when, last week, we experienced snow storms around the country; it seems all everybody else has written about.
Wikipedia often sparks a bit of inspiration, but this morning’s random click generated only this piece of glum trivia:
Pemphigus herpetiformis (also known as “Acantholytic herpetiform dermatitis,” “Herpetiform pemphigus,” “Mixed bullous disease,” and “Pemphigus controlled by sulfapyridine”) is a cutaneous condition, a clinical variant of pemphigus that combines the clinical features of dermatitis herpetiformis with the immunopathologic features of pemphigus
Glove- and balaclava-clad, I took myself into my garden for a bit of Sunday morning pottering in the wintry sunshine and razor-sharp wind. Alas, even weeding was not an option; the weeds have all gone! Some of you may remember my pride and excitement at starting this little garden. In the days before the arrival of Big Red Betsy, I looked forward to spring and summer and imagined myself plucking great bouquets for my vases.
Total desecration has been wrought by my resident rodent …
I’m beside myself with woe. I’m going to ask my butcher to take off the bunny’s head and prepare it for the pot. There’s a French recipe for rabbit stew in one of my mother’s notebooks. I’m going to study it in a moment. Just as soon as Betsy gets off my lap, where she is momentarily resting snugly from her obsessive foraging.
Oh, and a bird has moved in with an egg, but more of that later …