In the morning at the ocean, several men were casting lines.  I wondered what they would  catch as the waves broke in ferocious froth, and the fog lowered.  A fish that would not snap their gear, unlike a shark or tuna. 

 It doesn’t feel like the eve of summer solstice, more like March.  The roses are late, and sweeet pea still timid.  Underneath, things are rooting, moving around, like the invisible fish these men seek. 

Last week :

Because there needs to be something that stands against the weather which makes us fetch winter coats in June:

Matisse and his objects in the studio at the Boston MFA

paired with vine-surrounded gowned women of Boticelli

This week:

June sun and June rain in the garen:

I wanted to try a new recipe for muffins from At Home in the Whole Food Kitchen  by Amy Chaplin.  I had spelt flour, eggs, and butter, but all I needed, it turned out, was the spelt.  So into a bowl went chia seeds (had that) with almond milk (expired) so I substituted milk.  While that thickened, I mixed the flour and corn meal (not opting to grind my own, because, you know, I already messed up with the almond milk) with almond flour and baking powder.  Did not have a juicy orange which the recipe called for but I had…carrot juice/lemon/ginger/tumeric juice in a bottle, so used that.  Did not have blackberries, so I used raisons.  Added maple syrup, but had to top it off with agave, and instead of coconut oil (rancid?) I used olive.  Hmm.  The muffins seemed lacking, so I added chocolate chips, nixed the muffin tray, and dumped it all into a loaf pan.  The batter tasted bitter, but it’s baking now. Maybe it needed butter.  Better batter, etc.

It tastes crunchy ( chia) and a tad dry ( lack of oj?). Not bad, but needs, um, almond mik, coconut oil, and blackberries. Lacking blackberries, a link to Galway Kinnell’s poem.