Friday, August 23, 2013

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.


Birdie said...

We are getting a lovely rain right now. It is so refreshing. And the must be what heaven smells like.

I 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.

Radish King said...

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.
love and adoration,

beth coyote said...

Dear RK-Rain, fer fucks sake. What do we have to do?

I hope you enjoy the bounty of Borracchini. :-)