November 2010

Ceci n’est pas une recette. This here is more of a memory.  It was kitchen play.  There was butter sizzling in a cast-iron skillet, followed by oats and brown sugar and perhaps some honey.  There were slices of pears made perfect by proximity.  Pears met brandy, and brandy met pears, and they both met butter.  There were cranberries and pecans- hints of the coming holiday.  There was a warm oven, a carpenter and cold ice cream.  Then there was a pie plate on the dish rack.

Fin.