pastoral
something in the field is
working away. root-noise.
twig-noise. plant
of weak chlorophyll, no
name for it. something
in the field has mastered
distance by living too close
to fences. yellow fruit, has it
pit or seeds. stalk of wither: grass-
noise fighting weed-noise. dirt
and chant. something in the
field. coreopsis. i did not mean
to say that. yellow petal, has it
wither-gift? has it gorgeous
rash? leaf-loss and worried
sprout, its bursting art. some-
thing in the. field fallowed and
cicada. i did not mean to
say. has it roar and bloom?
has it road and follow? a thistle
to prick, fraught burrs, such
easy attachment. stem-
and stamen-noise. can i lime-
flower? can i chamomile?
something in the field cannot.
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after much straightening, organizing, cleaning, shopping, cooking and setting up, we were ready for guests.
trying the cheese, i believe . . i picked up a challerhocker which is a swiss appenzeller, and old farmdal, which is a gouda (from murray's). i did not get a photo of the lasagna! and it was such a project, but it came out very well. i did a mix from my giada delaurentis recipe and samin nosrat's "the big lasagna," so it was vegetarian: spinach with a mix of fresh parsley, basil and oregano, lots of ricotta and parmesan with a mix of béchemal and marinara sauces. i followed giada's baking time (45 minutes, 375 degrees).
it was nice to catch up with victoria and to see vjosa and her son, who were supposed to visit several years ago, but there was sickness or plane delays and they didn't come. none of us could remember what the situation was, so it must not have been dire, thankfully. actually, victoria is staying at janet's, so she's just around the block.
they brought the cutest cake . . it's called a jellycat fresh cream cake from the ann tremet bakery. for years i have not understood what this store is about, as the cakes have a very different flavor and texture from other local bakeries, so i searched the name online and
this is what i found.
i'm not sure what the filling was, but the icing was fresh cream.
and they brought lilacs, which the cats have (so far) left alone (knock on wood). (oh, and i did not go out to brooklyn for the yarn crawl.)
it was a nice evening.