We were at King Arthur Flour recently. This is a baking emporium, a fantasyland for cooks.
April is the cruellest month, wrote T.S. Elliot. It’s cruel, he implies, because it disturbs. But, in April, something starts to happen. Here is the end of this part of the poem.
Resolve to evolve. 2017 is going to be a year of change. Huge change. Well, ok, change. Change is good.
Our kitchen is stocked with gizmos. A dozen hats hang in the hallway. When will I need a fireman’s helmet? It’s there, just in case.
No one is going to buy our house. The smells are too complex.