I earnestly LOVE when my neighbors throw a large and raucous birthday party. They always have a live mariachi band, they sing and chat until late into the night. I hear the echos of their laughter bouncing down the street. The live music, long since ceased, is echoed by a much quieter stream of gently pulsing tuba music and the gradually dimming chatter.
They throw these parties maybe thrice a year. Makes me feel like we are in The Shire. It feels very Intensionally Present.
Declining salmon runs, starving sea lions and orcas, shrinking seabird communities; a collapsing pacific marine food web is what we face if the forage fish stocks and habitats are depleted along British Columbia’s coasts.
@Kayray I went through a coffee ice cream crave recently and intensely missed the rare, coveted take-out dessert of Chart House mud pies. 🤤
(But mint or pistachio are my EDC.)
Here’s the thing about Westphalian pumpernickel… this smells amazing right now. And it smelled amazing in the oven for 24 hours (!!!). But it will be 48 more hours until I can taste it.
A very rough adaptation of Stanley Ginsberg’s recipe in The Rye Baker. First attempt; I’m just glad that nightmare of a dough held together!