Monday, August 2, 2010


I made blueberry pie today in my bee-oo-ti-ful new pyrex pie dish. I continue to fail at making the correct amount of pastry, though, and ended up making bizarre leaf shapes to go on the top. This, disappointingly enough, is the first successful pie I've made since I've had access to a kitchen in Vancouver. The other three attempts kind of...melted. 'Twas odd, and offputting. Thus I have not attempted making another until I moved into my new apartment where - joy of joys - there is an oven that does what you tell it to do. I comfort myself with the notion that it was oven failure before, rather than failure on the part of the baker.


Oh, and that's the view from my apartment now. JFC, I know. It's definitely the nicest place I am ever going to live in over the course of my entire life.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

whatever is fickle, freckled

Pied Beauty

Pied Beauty

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.