
I love the way the sun peaks through our master bath window, affected by the sheltering shades. I thought today how lucky I was during my teen years, because my (now late) mother made daily sourdough bread, from a 19th Century starter she had gotten from a woman in our small town. Imagine loaf after loaf of bread, in an ongoing line, from the 1890s. I have not made bread in years. One cool gift my wife got from someone besides me for Christmas is a panini maker. I love paninis. I long to set up a terrarium.