The fourteenth of August. Tomorrow is India’s Independence Day. It is also Julia Child’s 100th birthday. Happy birthday to both.
My library books are due tomorrow, though I already renewed them once. I took out five, will return two, and renew again. I thought I had yoga, drove to the rec center, didn’t see any cars, so drove to the yacht club, and none there, either. Tuesday! No class on Tuesdays! So I went to the beach, dipped my feet in the deliciously warm waters and collected stones for a garden art project.
Came home, made a smoothie, and created a distribution list for haranguing folks about my novel to come. Apologies, you might get a letter in your cyberbox. Too hot to read those library books though I started two. So, made a snack, wandered outside, and unintentionally weeded the garden a bit.
Yet once you begin to weed, mindfulness takes over. Called it quits.
Researched brownie recipes, and ate a few chocolate chips instead. A nap couldn’t hurt, I reasoned.
Why does August make me sleepier than any other month?
Woke, popped in a load of laundry, and made these brownies. Brain food for the imaginatively challenged, (me, not HFW, obviously) I wrote on Facebook.
How does that chemical alchemy occur, the exquisite scent that is produced when sugar, eggs, chocolate combine so perfectly that the kitchen is perfumed?
The strawberry is from the garden; as is the chocolate mint.