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4/15/2017 Feast DaysI don't think I ever quite got to sit down yesterday. I leaned, certainly. Hip leaned against the work bench, butt leaned against the wall, perhaps even forehead leaned, once, against the refrigerator door. But no sitting. I could still feel the pulse beating in the soles of my feet this morning when I woke up. The upside of all this upright behavior is that I have for you a truly stunning market lineup on this Judeo-Christian holiday weekend. All the usual breads and pastries are in fine form, but I also have Kulich in a beautiful crown braid, vanilla marshmallow eggs (so long as they come successfully out of their molds this morning), and forest-scented meringues, made with spruce tip sugar and douglas fir extract. The last are even nearly Kosher for Passover, if your diet allows a bit of accidental flour dust.  At the market today: Red & White, Mountain Rye, Smoky Vollkornbrot Kulich, an Eastern European Easter Egg bread Bittersweet & Malted Chocolate Chip Cookies Rose & Yogurt Glazed Cardamom Rolls Orange Cream Raisin Rolls North Forest Meringue Marshmallow Eggs For Wednesday pickup: Red & White, Mountain Rye, Polenta Bittersweet Chocolate Cookies And look at that! The rain's let up with the sunrise; only the eaves are dripping. I can see blue sky through the trees. Across the yard, the neighbor's flowering quince and witch hazel are bright streaks of color contrast in the growing light. There are cut flowers all over our house, an exuberant spring pleasure I'd half forgotten during the long winter. Even above the hum of the refrigerator, I can hear the birds.
For all that my legs are still heavy with the weight of yesterday, and my eyes are sticky with sleep, I find myself so heart-full and happy to be up in this beautiful day I keep grinning out the window. In just a moment, I'll stand to pack my panniers to ride out under the lightening sky. Somewhere on the upstairs bookshelf I have the perfect Stafford poem for this feeling, but right now the only one that comes to mind is "Yes," a little poem that never fails to make me smile. Good morning! See you at the market in a few hours. Sophie Owner | Baker Comments are closed.
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