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Nov.02.2013
The French Marigolds in the big blue pot by the front door put me to shame. They have decided to remain stoic and upright despite the onslaught of cold rain and unforgiving wind that throws itself on this house on this day. Everything is grey apart from the defiant orange of the blooms that catch...
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Oct.29.2013
Leek and Potato soup. Now  if that isn’t something to make you think of a warm house on a cold day and nourishment and comfort, well nothing is. Leeks. I love them. The colour. Lime green. . The layers. The strength of them. The sheer audacity of them. And the flavour, well, I don’t know if I...
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Oct.28.2013
I get a text message from my son in Dublin; 'Call me now, mom' I am reluctant. I don't want bad news but  nevertheless I dial his number and he answers immediately. 'Mom, he says, is it coconut cream or  coconut milk for the Laksa?' 'What?', I say, incredulous. 'You wanted me to call you...
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Oct.27.2013
I took to baking on this Sunday. The scene beyond the window daunted me. Everything swirled and tossed about in a random fashion like nothing made sense. The birds in the sky were leaves, blown about and I couldn't figure anything out. I drew back into myself as if I had decided to remove myself...
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Oct.24.2013
I drive H to the eye clinic. It is difficult to get a parking spot and I say how amazing it is to be in the grounds of the hospital because it is so busy, 'like a mini town' I say to him in my frustration at not finding a place to park the bug. Eventually I find one and we walk together to the...
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Oct.24.2013
  Artisan All summer long I baked.  Fresh apron with long ties bound to my waist locked in knots . All summer long I baked cupcakes and tea bracks, coffee, chocolate, coconut, cherry cakes oh  and bakewell tarts too, cookies galore.  Custard creams and brownies and ...
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Oct.20.2013
I like the word redemption on this day. It seems to fit but I don't know why. I have to look it up in the dictionary because H and I can't agree on the meaning, the way it happens to be on my mind. Redemption can mean to recover, or to make up for and it can mean a million other things if you want...
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Oct.16.2013
Glittered day and all I did was play with words knit sentences together in plain and purl that clicked into place ideas unfurled,  stitches retrieved before they got lost were gathered into the yarn of my life speckled with colours of land and sea and indigo skies spattered with tie-dyes;...
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Oct.05.2013
When I opened the back door tonight to peer up at the stars Small Dog ran out past me and down into the dark vacuum of garden and disappeared in seconds. I called out to her but she ignored my call and so I stood there lost in the reverie of the heavens and counted my blessings. She, Small Dog has...
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Oct.03.2013
Whilst I'm in the process of filling the big old pot with water for the pasta I notice how the sun finally decides to come out. It steals itself into the kitchen, dappling into golden splutters of light onto me and the walls and the blue ladle on the counter top. I know I should stop what I'm doing...
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Oct.01.2013
Oh dear, the line on my Dash Board has collapsed to resemble something akin to a broken drainpipe following a dramatic hurricane. It looks abandoned, broken, beyond repair. Drastic action is called for. Time to employ the writing cops, the men, the women in skin tight lycra black and a whirlwind of...
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Sep.27.2013
Late September and the sun is warm and soft on my skin. We, H and I walk along the path that borders the beach. There is something special about this day and I can't quite figure out what that special is. Our walk is not planned. We were driving to the post office and the bank and the grocery store...
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Sep.21.2013
It bothers me when you say how great it was that we kissed, yesterday, in the kitchen. How you came up to me, put your arms around my waist and placed your lips onto mine.  Was I making jam at the time? Or lost in the translation of some recipe? Wondering why we had not heard from our son 2?...
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Sep.19.2013
I guess all the openings and closings of our back door finally caused the latch to sigh and give up and decide not to work any more and so I was left with a door that did not close. I unscrewed the latch and took it to the hardware store and the jolly man in the brown apron assured me that if I...
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Sep.17.2013
I flicked through the folder I've created for my baking recipes and nothing seemed to grab me. Everything appeared to be whimsical and fancy and sweet and without substance. I thought about chocolate cake but quickly moved onto carrot and then, before I knew it, I had come across the red velvet and...
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