Do I Dare to Eat a Peach?

Googling: "Do wolves have eyelashes?"   "How to get a bird to eat out of your hand."

Lunch: leftover strawberry/peach pie (this was yesterday. Today no lunch because my stomach was rebelling against something, possibly that pie...)

Mulling: It's hard for an introvert to shop at Trader Joes sometimes. I will deliberately avoid certain lines because I know I'll have to discuss how my day's going and what I'm doing this weekend and what I'm making for dinner.

Packing: Things for the girl! Zoë flies to Bangalore out of Logan on Monday. She'll be in Cambridge for the weekend, where we will meet her for the day on Sunday, armed with bags of saris and salwar kameez and electrolyte tablets and hand sanitizer and (most importantly) her passport. Have you ever sorted saris and tried to figure out which little blouses go with which gorgeous silky sari fabric, and folded them into a tidy, colorful pile? I recommend it.

Twenty-first

The wind turns us into wolves.

Please watch this video, it is so very lovely:



Will you come visit me if I move into this house?

Photo by Moinho Vicenzi.

I am making veggie korma for dinner, with Iraqi samoom Isaac and I bought at Tandoor Bread, a little Middle Eastern bakery we discovered recently. It's a soft pocket bread, similar to pita, that we bought hot out of the oven a couple of hours ago. I will let you know how the korma comes out (I will say that Zoë would not approve of its authenticity, but it sure smells good). Oh, by the way, last night's shakshouka was delicious, despite the fact that the eggs on one side were slightly overdone and the eggs on the other side were slightly underdone.