Later, this very hot day, I'll sweat my way back to the farmers market to see if I can scoop up some more currants. I'll have missed the black ones, I am sure, because word is out and they are being sold by the trayful (...ahem) in the early morning. No, I was not there in the early morning.
But the red ones make for wunnerful gin and I need more infusions. I am stock piling. You never know when you might need to pour a lot of pink gin.
For a book party on September 7th, at 4pm, perhaps. Wanna come? Book Court.
Here's some jam. I will post a recipe later on (The Food). But first I must start to write a story about this bread! bread! bread! [in the video, stick around till 0:58].
Stay cool. This city is melting.
And if you live near a glacier, please roll in it for me. Don't let it run you over.