becoming.

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“being, i imagine, must be very simple.

it is becoming which is so messy and which i am all for.”

-james tiptree jr. 

hint.

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“Hint of spring showing up in upcoming weather pattern”

above is quote from our online paper

at this point in the year

i was really hoping for something more than just a hint. 

seems like a burlesque version of a weather forecast to me

all optimistic style and not much substance.

after giving examples and explaining their reasons,

the article wrapped up with:

“This isn’t a permanent pattern change to feeling like spring. After the weekend we have temperatures dropping back to feeling like winter. If you add 10 to 20 degrees on, it won’t be too cold. It might remind you of spring. Time is on your side if you need spring. Just keep hanging in there.”

 

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“one can never produce anything as terrible and impressive

as one can awesomely hint about.”

h. p. lovecraft

 

 

 

 

 

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credits: m. torregrossa, mlive

 

the world.

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“the world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.”

-jean-jacques rousseau
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the kinders know this to be true.

 

funny bits.

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a quote from the wonderful matilda wormwood

in honor of world book week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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credits: roald dahl – matilda, purple almond

 

 

 

sweet thing.

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Theories abound as to the origins of Russian cake. The popular legend goes that it was created by a New Orleans baker who ran out of ingredients to bake a proper cake for the Russian Grand Duke Alexis when the latter visited New Orleans for Mardi Gras in 1872. But the late food historian Michael Mizell-Nelson put this theory to rest, writing that there was no documentation to confirm this story. Mizell-Nelson offered instead that Russian cake may have been an offshoot of the raspberry trifle, or even the Austrian/German punschtorte. The latter features a “punch” of cake and biscuit scraps mixed with rum, cocoa, and jam that gets sandwiched between layers of sponge cake. Another inspiration for the Louisiana Russian Cake may have been the Charlotte à la Russe, a popular dessert in the 18th and 19th centuries, in which a cake mold was lined with stale bread or cake then filled with cream or trifle and set with a layer of gelatin. 

Today’s Russian cake is rich and moist, and bakers advise moderation in its enjoyment. It is soaked in rum, padded with jam, and covered in a dense layer of icing topped with sprinkles, making for quite the sugar bomb. Sometimes anise extract is used to enhance flavor. While this is decadent, it pales in comparison to some versions: A recipe for a giant Russian cake, found in the archives of The Times-Picayune from the 1980s, and submitted by a reader from Lafayette, called for 15 pounds of cake leftovers and serious carpentry skills. A mold made of a customized bottomless wooden frame that was 14 inches long, 10 inches wide, and seven inches deep would first need to be made. The cake scraps, along with two glassfuls of jelly, four and a half cups of sugar, a bit of rum, and two boxes of white cake mix, yielded a 21-pound Russian cake. Sometimes (only sometimes), there really can be too much of a sweet thing.

“a party without cake is just a meeting.” ~Julia Child

 Happy Mardi Gras!

tea.

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met my friend and shared some time and a pot of tea.
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“meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.”
― Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
 

 

 

 

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in the box.

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“i’ve never been very good at fitting into boxes.”

-neneh cherry

 

 

 

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image credit: downtown home and garden

gentle.

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 kinder gently tucks his little ones in when playing dad. 

 

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“a gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.”

-george herbert

march on.

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march of the sugar plum corgis.

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december days were brief and chill,

the winds of march were wild and drear,

and, nearing and receding still,

spring never would, we thought, be here.

~arthur hugh clough (1819–1861)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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image credit: ladbible

four walls.

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when hiking in the winter woods,

we came upon this dwelling.

house, fort, cottage, hideaway, castle?

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“home is any four walls that enclose the right person.”

-helen rowland