I measure my week with the flatbreads I make on the first day, but for some reason, I’m always one piece short. Perhaps it all boils down to the slightly too small bowl for making the dough, continue reading
Tag: breakfast
Sunday morning
It’s Sunday morning. Someone on the telly mentions Wordsworth. You know him vaguely, akin to one of those random Latin proverbs you try to impress others with while pretending not to notice labels dangling from your wrists. It’s Sunday morning. continue reading
All the trinkets of the day
Waking up hurts. A glass of buttermilk and a handful of vitamins as a breakfast substitute and a momentary dedication to oral hygiene measure the effort needed... continue reading
the fisherman’s daughter (ii)
if you asked me what i wanted for breakfast, i would say a rou an’ a cuppa tea, just like your father used to be (i have heard ... continue reading
just another day or two
every morning i make myself breakfast; flat bread with cheese spread and salad, sometimes a can of fish in spicy tomato ... continue reading
hidden pilcrow 