Ireland Days #3-4 Sometimes I think of coffee as a blessed brew served by an angel of mercy, and Day 3 begins with a perfect cup. Breakfasts here are hearty and delicious…enough to fuel one through an entire day.
Inventing the Wheel I thought I was so smart. I really did. I made a mug of coffee. It’s one of my guilty pleasures, the other major one being all the plastic wrap I use in pie making workshops. I enjoy a mug of java…and sometimes two…in the morning. I like the ritual of it […]
I was raised in the Catholic church during a time when there were rituals galore. Vestments, candles, incense, the whispering silence of women and men on their knees with rosary beads laced between their wrinkled fingers, the soft musical cadence and rhythm of Latin words. I’m amazed to realize how much all of this has […]