I don’t have time this week for anything other than a brief post collecting some random moments.
When Andrew Bird tells me not to worry about the atmosphere, it eases my heart in so many other ways.
Last night I stood in a dark, dripping room and found myself grinning ear to ear. It was like some sort of time slip. Silence, just off a busy street. So exhilerating.
I took a break this week from the 800+ page novels I have been trying to read over the summer in order to dip into something comforting: In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje. I am in love with giant engineering feats at the moment, and beautiful prose. I just want to disappear into the deep snow of upper america and the streets of Toronto for a little while.
Fresh raspberries. Figs. Plums. Homemade Baba Ganoush. Beetroot with leeks in cream sauce. This week has been a good food week. I want to eat like this all the time. Just fresh, slow food. Or sometimes just fresh, instant food. Did you know there’s a vulgar way to eat a fig?