Austin, if you’re not here, get here! Crawfish for a good cause. (at Lenoir Austin)
And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And did you get what
you wanted from this life even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Hungry from their long walk, they devoured the enormous lunch Mrs. McKiel had packed. There were slices of chicken pie, pickled fiddleheads, molasses bread spread with butter, hard-boiled eggs, ginger cookies. They drank tea from tin cups.
The Sea Captain’s Wife, by Beth Powning
Dinner tonight: onigiri filled with smoked sardines and egg crepes. We make do. :)