I roasted root vegetables with the chicken for lunch today, pumpkin coloured carrots, earthy turnips and purple red onions, all stabbed with rosemary spears. I poached apples, threw in star anise, a constellation of cloves and a blizzard of cinnamon. And in a final desperate gesture, I whisked up some oatmeal maple raisin muffins with a pot of coffee.
And whaddya know? It´s still like Montego Bay out there, I´m still barefoot and bare-armed, the dogs are still panting on the dark red tiled rooftop. And even though our clocks fell back last night, our windows are wide open to catch the (warm) evening breeze. Meanwhile, I´m eyeing up my wellies, dreaming of inky skies and my stern wool sweaters waiting patiently on the dark shelves of the spare closet.
A lazy Sunday, though I did package up the Baeza/Ubeda article to post tomorrow. Never enough done though, just domestic stuff that is only noticeable by its absence, and will all have to be done again in a week´s time if not tomorrow. The dog´s antibiotic tablet, watering the wilting fuschia, picking up, picking flowers, washing bedlinen. And from the living room, the newsreader announces that the world is going to end anyway, but not before the whole southern hemisphere uproots and comes to destroy our energy-wasting, women´s-flesh-baring, non-churgoing arses in a paroxysm of righteous vengeance. So I´d better grab the ham sandwich Fred just made me and an hour or so of other people´s troubles on the box.
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