A Miscellany

Geraniums & snow

My brain seems to be even slower than normal these days, so even cooking something like spaghetti alla carbonara (an old standby) seems to take forever and somehow be unnecessarily complicated. How hard should cooking bacon be? But this week we did have a winner for dinner: a Chipotle-esque burrito. I combined this easy Chipotle burrito bowl recipe and the spices and chipotle-in-adobo-sauce instructions from this Chipotle burrito recipe.  The chicken was fantastic; the rest needed more spice and flavor, but thanks to being combined with the chicken was still really good. It definitely needs more experimentation to perfect, but that's hardly a hardship to test recipes for. Once we have a good recipe down, I'll share it.

I also have discovered what Talulah should be for Halloween next year.

And because for some inexplicable reason I have the phrase "the round earth's imagined corners" stuck in my head, here is the poem it comes from, John Donne's Holy Sonnet 7. (I had to google it.)

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom the flood did, and fire shall, o'erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes,
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space;
For, if above all these, my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent; for that's as good
As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.