~breaking bread~

March 8th, 2011

bread copy

Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead. ~ W. H. Auden

Long absence accounted for thusly: I’ve been busy breaking bread with the dead. Today I took time from the book to bake bread for the living. Post first attempt the house now runs rampant with homemade bread hounds. And so dissolves–like so many yeasties–any thoughts of a low-carb diet, replaced by visions of variations: walnuts, caramelized onions, rosemary.

Later I was egged on (pun intended) by Alfonso to photograph our dinner quiche. It is modest in my estimation (in an effort to be more vegi than egg), but I obliged, mostly to bookmark a splendid bohemian week where the food budget is strictly limited as a result of Paris tickets purchased and as a result–in complimenting the somehow French notion of eggs for dinner (I’ve also poached some in wine and tomatoes not long ago), and including my new herb experiment, Tarragon–I felt a splash of champagne required. Given the current situation we were forced to open the good stuff. Clicquot dommage.


One Response to “~breaking bread~”

  1. karen/mom says:

    when one is feasting creatively–in love, in anticipation, in motion—one should always open the good stuff—life is good because we make it so!

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