The bread turns into a kind of tender cake that sits in the midst of a creamy custard, while the apples and raisins somehow mix all through the whole dish offering sweet little surprises here and there. And the layer of bread on top turns into a crunchy, sweet crust that is making me weak in the knees just thinking about it.
simple pleasures
Why I Love My Life
And of course it is moments like these, all knitted together in one fine tapestry, that make me unspeakably grateful to be living this artful life, on this priceless land, in this remarkably rich part of the world.
The World Is Right
… birds feed on freshly sewn seeds just outside the window, and the world is right, as I am left to read in the warm morning sun, for as long as I like.
A Love Affair With Wood
Gathering wood today for cooking and warming fires is an activity as old, beautiful and essential as the ancient need was, up here in the high desert.
Pancakes and Good Coffee
I woke up REALLY early this morning–just more evidence that I’m getting better I think–and I got to start my day with delicious buttermilk pancakes, excellent coffee, good company and a passel of pets curled up all around me.
Coming Down the Mountain
I frequently write about “driving down the mountain,” but I haven’t ever offered you a photographic “tour” of doing so. Yesterday I had a great opportunity to create a visual for you.
Yet More Small Pleasures
I have wanted a clothesline ever since I moved here. Sounds like a simple thing, right? Ah, to be able to hang my sheets out to dry in this lush mountain air!