I've been so confused about time lately, seemingly unable to keep my days in an orderly row. Tuesday slips around four days to become Sunday, Sunday has run away completely. Is it winter? The weather doesn't help, behaving erratically like a swing with a broken rope, swinging wildly between summer and spring before sliding back into the home plate of properly dry and breezy winter. At least I'm not the only entity off track. Yes, it's a reach, but it's my reach and I'm sticking to it.
I decided to ground myself this morning with the familiar chores (and why does chore have a negative connotation anyway?) of baking and finishing off some hot sauce tops. I saved some papaya from the hot sauce I made yesterday to make some papaya bread this morning. There is something about cooking with a fruit plucked out of a tree 30 feet from the door that just makes me happy...along with making the knowing of what day it is a lot less important. Of course, that's what all people sliding into senility say...or think they say.
Papaya bread - Treat of the Day!
I've mentioned David Lebovitz's blog here before, and today I will again, because, while I can say in general I usually enjoy his posts, yesterday's rose above his normal good into pretty damn spectacular. I read it with the green beast churning inside me, wanting the experience, the sights, the tastes. And wanting them bad! Which, to me, adds up to a pretty good post (plus that I remember it!). So if you want to indulge in a bit of truffling in France without any pretensions,
take a little wander into his countryside.
As for me, like the donut guy, it's time to finish the hot sauce. At the cart. Labels and raffia and hole punchers oh my!
These are really two different sauces...Manaya and Bajan,
but they look the same here. They sure don't taste the same!
