In my haste to bake a pumpkin before bed time, I reached for the cumin instead of the cinnamon. This was in addition to brown sugar, butter, nutmeg and just a hint of shoyu.
It was stunning. Do try.
(and for those of you who did not grow up baking pumpkins, remember: little ones to cook with, big ones to carve.)
I dropped my parents off at the airport this morning, and now it’s back to work. In the ‘forward planning’ bit of my brain, I have long known that once they left, it would head down till Easter. And as if to underline the sudden rush of seasons, I found myself humming Christmas carols as the kettle boiled. Something noble and incarnational, you might ask– worthy in and out of season? Sadly no. All join in now…
Dashing through the snow (through the snow)
In a one horse open sleigh (‘pen sleigh)
O’er the fields we go (we go)
laughing all the way (ha, ha, ha).
Maybe I can rewind by looking for Advent poems this afternoon. I’m not quite ready to face more weighty matters yet.
My parents’ visit is coming to an end, and along with it, my holidays. Today was supposed to be spent doing practical things like clearing out the storage space and going to IKEA to get shelves. (This is sight seeing, you understand. My parents have never been to IKEA.)
But, stunning weather lured us to Lochgilphead and Crinan. It was chekerboard all the way. Stunning light. Stabbing rain.
I lured my parents out between rain-clouds by promising scones. But alas, we watched the person before us eat the last one. Thankfully the sky remained true.
Scotland has seven bishops — for the first time in a long time.
+Mark Strange was made bishop of Moray, Ross, and Caithness today, amidst much hope and expectation.
Official information is here.
Presumably there are juicer accounts by the Youth Network somewhere. Does the Youth Network really not have a blog? Or do they have trendier modes of communication?
wonderful exchange 