Tuesday, April 1, 2014

march photo-a-day challenge (year 2)

As of today, I celebrate my two-year photo-a-day anniversary. That means I've posted a photo every day for the past 730 days! Here's the March list of prompts:

And here are my photos:

Monday, February 24, 2014

mediterranean shrimp cocktail

Hello. It's been a while, I know. This will likely be short, as I have a million other things I'm supposed to be doing this week. I just wanted to share a recipe and reminisce a little, and that's not always possible in the stuff I'm writing over on my poem-a-day blog

Yesterday I ran a beautiful sunset nine-miler and knew I needed a high-protein dinner afterwards, so I decided to fix something that I invented a couple of years ago. I always want to eat this dish in the springtime; I think it must be because it tastes really fresh and makes me think of warmer weather. At any rate, I was on my own for the evening, and whenever that happens, it's kind of a delicious thing to say to myself, "What would you like to eat tonight, since you don't have anyone else's tastes but your own to cater to?" 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

equal to: not true

Hiya. Just a note: I'm still posting here as scarcely (and long-windedly) as before, but I also have a poetry blog these days, where I'm keeping my resolution of a poem a day for a year, updated daily. Here's the spot:

Hope you're all well and happy! More recipes anon.

- H.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Saturday, December 21, 2013

in the belly of the year

Put it down to having been born under the sign of Capricorn, but I have a yen for the dead middle of winter. I realize that not all of my compatriots in this sector of the zodiac would agree. Still, for me, something feels right when outdoors is all bleakness, sharpness, skeletal branches, and frigid wind. I get Thomas Hardy's poem, "The Darkling Thrush," on some visceral, gut level: a desolate landscape peopled only by a single birdsong's flickering of hope, which is perhaps unfounded and whose origin remains mysterious.