I can't sleep…
Being born is like this:
The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun.
The wheat is ripe.
The bread is eaten with sweetness.
My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Notes:
It’s 3:12 pm. I’m in the middle of a meeting. I sneak a peak at my emails…it’s Christie: “looks like this would be a hit…” (She’s thinking Pavlov’s Dog)
She attaches a link for Peach Cobbler Cheesecake.
I tuck my phone out of sight under the conference table and click the link. It springs open on the photo.
And for the next 3 hours:
Thought Spiral! Peaches, Cream Cheese, Golden Graham Crust, Butter, and more.
Rating: Can’t stop at 2 servings!
Notes: (1) Inspiration: Thank you Christie. (2) Photo: Susan; Baker: Susan. Thank you! (3) “NADT”: Not a Damn Thing!
