‘What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.’ – TS Eliot, Four Quartets Somehow we’re back to blood oranges. A year ago I made doughnuts with them, and quick bread. I’m not quite sure where the time went – months have flown by, with so many changes, yet somehow it…
The Sun Also Rises was the first Hemingway novel I read. His short stories made a brief appearance in my high school career but were instantly shelved; the subject matter was a too dark for a 16-year old ray of sunshine who secretly still read Nancy Drew mysteries. The Sun Also Rises is rather bleak as well, but there was no choice about reading as a five page…
I have found it is never a good idea to make New Year resolutions. Because while I have such good intentions of so many things, a mere three weeks later they are forgotten, or I have moved on in guilt. Still, this January, I made one anyway. It came about after another night of pinning and tweeting and emailing on my little rectangular device. In between checking apps…
I think I might be breaking some blog rules. These muffins are very similar to the ones I just posted, and I’m posting about muffins twice this week. Also, I have nothing witty to say about them, except that I find these muffins amazingly wonderful – no dairy, white flour, or sugar, but yet still incredibly tasty. It’s the treat I want to start this New Year with.…
