Cold and grey.
Grey and cold.
A bleak combination of words, no matter which way you say them.
Thank God for frozen blueberries, aka Summer in a Box. With apple.
And innumerable blessings on the genius who invented crumble.
Posted by Shula on August 12, 2008 | Permalink
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Rice Porridge, how do I love thee?
With tinned apricots and coffee, for one.
Posted by Shula on June 14, 2008 | Permalink
I haven't really been eating breakfast, lately. Sleeping the hours I do, it's hard to know what time breakfast even is.
But I baked some plums, and had some cream.
Posted by Shula on May 04, 2008 | Permalink
Breakfast with Stomper is always comfortable and relaxed,
so much so that it's easy to forget that I actually haven't known her for years.
And yes, I am Officially Awake, (thank you, Pen).
Just not quite talking, yet. Maybe Stomper will have more to say about it.
Need. More. Caffeine.
Posted by Shula on March 07, 2008 | Permalink
I emerge from suspended animation just long enough to notice that berries are suddenly hard to come by.
That Autumn is upon us.
And that it is time, once again, to give due consideration to The Breakfast Vegetable.
I observe, also, that it's an excellent time for cherry tomatoes,
Before falling back to sleep.
Posted by Shula on March 02, 2008 | Permalink
Well brunch, really. We often eat breakfast in the pm on Sundays.
A Civilized Hour, I call it.
Our friend, Kapinny, fresh off the plane from India, with a head full of Wedding Plans.
I'm trying desperately to think up something groovy to sing at her wedding.
But haven't a clue, at this point.
She gets married in two weeks.
It will be on the beach, probably singing into a major headwind. With one (count it) ONE acoustic guitar, and no amps.
So let's hear those suggestions. Think Lucinda Williams, to get you started.
The first one to suggest The Rose will be shot.
Posted by Shula on February 03, 2008 | Permalink
The slog continues.
A gaggle of teenage girls, feverishly reinventing themselves on the ceiling, all night, presented me with the opportunity to work until dawn.
So I've almost finished my theory assignment, which is kind of groovy,
In a gutted, train-wreck sort of way.
I hereby give thanks for pumpkin bread and especially strong coffee,
Without which, for sure, I would not have made it through the morning without tearing off somebody's head and eating it, just for fun.
Posted by Shula on January 27, 2008 | Permalink
Rain is a Beautiful Thing in Melbourne. We don't get anywhere near enough of it.
And my baby has just announced (rather bravely, I thought) that she wants to learn yoga.
This, from a teenager who can be relied upon to mutter expletives under her breath at the mere mention of the word, 'yoga'.
A day of pleasant surprises.
Posted by Shula on January 20, 2008 | Permalink
There are people in the world who might question the wisdom of sweet biscuits for breakfast.
But there are times when you just have to celebrate being a grownup.
A grownup can, of course, be defined as Someone Big who doesn't have Someone Even Bigger around to tell them what to do.
Posted by Shula on January 06, 2008 | Permalink
I've been waiting so patiently for my floors to wash themselves, but it just hasn't happened.
Posted by Shula on December 30, 2007 | Permalink