from today’s poemAday really struck me as masterful.
Look for smaller signs instead, the fine
disturbances of ordered things when suddenly
the rhythms of your expectation break
and in a moment’s pause another world
reveals itself behind the ordinary.
-by poet Dana Gioia
All of the ingredients
Roommate Joe (behind towel) and Brittany
We decided to whip the butter, and it started to look like mashed potatoes.
Then it looked like scrambled eggs…
FAIL
The cookies had too much butter, I think, because they melted and spread out all funny. They were yummy though.
Classy, Bluesy, and perfect for the Neo-Luddite in all of us.
