As part of my summer tour of local eateries, I arrived this morning at Pint Size Bakery (Watson just south of Arsenal in South City) just after they opened . . . to find the line out the door.
A wait of ten minutes gave me time to peruse the display case loaded with sweet and savory goodies.
And to notice the number of young couples, young families, and occasional middle-aged professors standing in line for what is clearly a neighborhood locale of popularity.
My bacon, Cheddar, and Swiss quiche was light and delicate and just savory enough, with a most perfect flaky crust. I don’t know when I’ve had a lighter, yet substantial, piece of quiche.
I brought home a blueberry/lemon scone, which I will save for later this morning, after some chores. I’ll enjoy it with some homemade lemon curd.
I noticed this morning, sitting on my back porch, the bag of hickory pieces i use when grilling outdoors.
On this chilly January day, the barbecue grill suddenly sounded very appealing.
That is all.
I’m determined to do more of my own cooking. There is no reason in the world why I should eat convenience food!
So, after a $115 run to the store to restock the larder as it were, I came home at 6.45 to start dinner. By 7.40 p.m. the cottage pie was out of the oven. Turkey, beef stock, carrots, onions, potatoes — this was a fine meal! I finished it with some white grapes.
7.15 in the morning. Blue skies without a cloud. A hint of Spring in the air.
I’ve had my French toast, with wonderful sourdough as the bread. And honey from way up north in Manhattan as the topping.
Samson was especially cuddly this morning.
I like Fridays when they start off like this.
Spring Break is hours away. That probably influences my happiness this morning.
And I’m going to see Next to Normal this evening.
First Sunday of Lent, and the Great Litany in Procession.
A long nap instead of lunch.
Phone visit with a dear and long-time friend.
Three hours of work at the office.
A pleasant recital at 4 in Moore Auditorium.
Two loads of laundry.
Steak and baked potato for dinner.
Evening Prayer for Lent I.
Samson is now needing attention and pampering. My fireplace calls.
And so another Sunday ends.