Recipes . Someone's Mum
Someone’s Mum’s Simple, Yet Superior, Apple Crumble
On September 21, 2015 by Speranza 1 cup flour ¾ rolled oats, not quick or instant 1 cup brown sugar ½ cup melted butter 1 tsp. cinnamon 5 cups thinly sliced peeled apples FOR THE SAUCE: ½ cup white sugar 2/3 cup filtered water 1 Tbs. lemon juice 2 tsp. pure vanilla 2 Tbs. cornstarch mixed with
Apples . The General
Apples
On September 20, 2015 by Speranza
So I went to pick up some peaches yesterday (we went through the large container I got last week very quickly after sharing with Frasier who’s been over to nobly assist The General with some technical issues) and was told that the peaches are done for the season!
Not earth shattering news I understand but I was saddened that The Season had ended so suddenly for me, at least, and worse still without my noticing that it’s now close to the end of September …
Poetry
Weathering
On September 11, 2015 by Speranza Literally thin-skinned, I suppose, my face catches the wind off the snow-line and flushes with a flush that will never wholly settle. Well: that was a metropolitan vanity, wanting to look young for ever, to pass. I was never a Pre-Raphaelite beauty nor anything but pretty enough to satisfy men who need to be
Being A Mum . My Mother . Photography . The General
Some Things Really are Black and White
On September 11, 2015 by Speranza
It never ceases to delight me how much one small thing can just alter your entire mood and perception.
Tonight for example, The General and I had already decided that a documentary would be just the thing to round out our simple BBQ fare but by the time everything was assembled, I was already starting to feel churlish about it, not sure if I really wanted to “think” after such a long day at the office and generally, finding all kinds of reasons that we should once more revert to the dreadfully predictable choices provided by Basic Cable.
(It’s a bit like ordering fast food when you are desperate, already knowing what the outcome will be and despising yourself when it’s all over.)