tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post4214483429864635607..comments2023-09-15T05:39:08.419-07:00Comments on The Ordinary and the Wild: White LilyLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-33387003511322900952012-05-11T19:56:29.977-07:002012-05-11T19:56:29.977-07:00this is more or less the jumping off place for the...this is more or less the jumping off place for the book I want to write, erin. i think everything here and there is all of a piece, and everyone too. holy, yes. all my relations. :) Thank you. I always love it when you comment on my blog.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-35806125328805202612012-05-11T19:22:54.581-07:002012-05-11T19:22:54.581-07:00a sad streak. now, you've gone and distracted...<i>a sad streak. </i> now, you've gone and distracted me from your piece. could there be anything more beautiful than a moment of cause for the term <i>sad streak</i> or a woman's lips from which to speak it? holy holy, what a wondrous world. i'm not sure where the flour begins, the stairs of the schoolhouse, the cornmeal or flour, your friend john, your grandmother, you or even myself. where might any of us begin? and where might we end? the milkweed grows on))<br /><br />"It becomes a tribute, maybe even a conduit, for those who use it to mark sacred time and honor ancestors. It brings things into an awareness of their commonality in a Body." damned fine writing, laura. finer living and observation, but then observation is where damned fine living resides.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-91984685204306401502012-05-11T18:20:06.285-07:002012-05-11T18:20:06.285-07:00Sage, thank you for the recipe. Interesting how th...Sage, thank you for the recipe. Interesting how these things vary. I remember baking a layered coconut cake for my grandmother's birthday when I was 20 years old, and how impressed she was that "there isn't even a sad streak in it!" I always loved the moist sad streaks that didn't quite bake fully, myself.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-7099252712402253992012-05-11T04:50:49.764-07:002012-05-11T04:50:49.764-07:00Nice story and tribute to your mother. My grandmo...Nice story and tribute to your mother. My grandmother taught me how to make biscuits when I was a teenager and I think I'm the only one left in the family who still makes biscuits from scratch (2 cups shifted flour, 3 T baking powder, 1/2 t baking soda, pinch of salt, 1/3 cup shortening and a cup buttermilk)... She always had her rolling pin rolled up in a soft cloth that she would stretch out on counter and use to roll out the dough... baking was often in a frying pan... The last several times that I was at her house before she moved into an assisted living home, I made biscuits for her (I learned that I needed fresh ingredients, too)sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.com