Lucky

I had dinner with my friend James last night. He had made a beautiful loaf of sourdough bread, and gave the half that was left after dinner to me, since, he said, it has to be eaten today or it will loose its perfect crust and become too soft.

So I toasted slices for breakfast, and ate them, just now, with pepper chevre from Vermont Butter and Cheese, the last slice of turkey, and good tomatoes. While I ate, I read just a little of The Stone Raft by Jose Saramago, which is about what happens when the Iberian Pennisula (with Spain and Portugal and all the people who don't leave) breaks free of Europe and drifts off into the sea.

I have work to do. Also, for lunch, pesto with basil from my love's garden and another tomato to slice for the bread.