This morning, I was watching TV (I’m having a sick day), when I heard some cackling outside. Predictably, it was the neighborhood crows having a meeting on top of our neighbors roof. They looked really neat up there, despite the noise, so I took a photo:
They started squawking immediately afterwards, perhaps in protest. Maybe crows are camera shy. Birds are such chatty creatures, I’ve often wondered what it is they say to each other. (Perhaps they are wondering like me, what is up with our reclusive neighbours who are letting their weeds grow to astronomical heights and spread into our yard)
At around noon, the Conscious Cookbook arrived at my door. Or rather, the UPS delivery driver waddled up to my front door, jammed it in my mailbox and practically ran back to her truck. (Perhaps she was worried that we were going to sicc Selena on her. Little does she know that Selena is a big scaredy dog who’s scared of plastic bags!)
Here is the book on my kitchen table, ready to be cracked open and accidently smeared with flour, sugar and tempeh, while I attempt to cook my way through some of its contents:
It looks like a cookbook stand might be in order. I will have to buy one at some point. Have any of you readers seen one in a kitchen store? They must sell them there too!