We are nearing the end of our babystorm. We had one yesterday and another is percolating today. Plus, it is overcast and cooler today. Might rain, o joy. Please.
And for the record, spotted dick is a steamed pudding with suet (blech), zest and currants and no, my mother never made it even though she was a Brit. We did eat steak and kidney pie, Yorkshire pudding and the famous boiled dinner. Bangers and mash, bubble and squeak, nope, not those.
I remember standing in the kitchen while she peeled apples for pie, making long spirals of the skin. Her pie was delicious. As a frustrated writer with five kids, she did not have a happy life. And she was deaf to boot. And no deaf community and no sign language, just lip reading.
Off to see a baby way down south so I better get going. Perhaps the day will be quiet with no babies to attend to other than the ones already out.
We are getting a lovely rain right now. It is so refreshing. And the smell...it must be what heaven smells like.
ReplyDeleteI have always been in awe of people who are deaf but can read lips. My aunt did this and I did not even know she was deaf until years later.
I have done nothing to be so blessed by you. You are just amazing. Just amazing. I am out of words. Send me a word and I'll write you a poem about it that's all I have left in me. I adore you. And I too pray for rain.
ReplyDeletelove and adoration,
Rebecca
Dear RK-Rain, fer fucks sake. What do we have to do?
ReplyDeleteI hope you enjoy the bounty of Borracchini. :-)
XXX B