“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” ~ Carl Sandburg
Hello Friends and Hello 2021!
Nice to be back, and I must say, you’re even cuter than you were last year. How is that even possible? Maybe it was all those cookies you ate over the holidays. 😀
I was so happy to toss out 2020 and turn the page on a brand new Susan Branch calendar. Marking the days, weeks, and months with her charming art, quotes, photos, and recipes is how I like to roll. I think of her as a good luck charm; her optimism and positive energy really keep me going.
If January is any indication, we’re all in for a BIG year. Huge challenges, yes, but I’m hopeful that with our new President, Vice President, Democratic Congress and our collective faith in the power of BLUE — we’ll be able to heal, restore, build, and move forward for the good of all.
2021 will be one heck of a feast, and I’m anxious to dig in, so please pass the biscuits!
IN RHAPSODIC PRAISE OF BISCUITS by Joan Leotta Biscuits transubstantiate from buttermilk or Lily brand flour and Clabber Girl baking powder into a heavenly delight. So, it is only right that they are the first item passed after prandial prayer. Plucking one from the basket passed to me, my fingers tingle as they brush the lightly crisped top. Slowly, I separate the still warm bread of perfection into two perfect halves, tamping down the steam with a pat of real butter and a swirl of honey. I lift one section to mouth and savor the sweetness of the topping, aided and abetted by the salty, creamy butter amid the biscuit crumbs. Edible perfection. ~ from a broadside sponsored by Poetry in Plain Sight (Winston Salem, December 2019)