The fine art of living
can be plated,
the cold of the world
attenuated,
the chill of the news,
bewildering, gruesome,
stayed by affection
expertly toothsome.
With thanks to photographer S.W. Berg
and to popover artist Cassandra Berg.
Oddments
In search of story
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December 19, 2020 at 5:03 pm
Looks delicious! Maybe I will make a GF popover version one of these days. Used to love them with soup on a cold day.
December 19, 2020 at 7:24 pm
GF popovers? That is amazing. I think I tried to make popovers once. “Once” being the operative word. Soup sure sounds good about now!
December 19, 2020 at 8:01 pm
You met your English goal – I had an opportunity to look up a word’s meaning. 🙂 Love it, and popovers. We actually have a restaurant in Portsmouth that is named Popovers because it serves, well, you know – popovers. I hope you’re having a good Saturday. It’s a cold one here. It was 4° when I made coffee this morning. Take care. 🙂
December 19, 2020 at 9:16 pm
You make me laugh. Ever a good thing. I love the name “Popovers” for a restaurant. And what a warming thing to think about when it’s 4 degrees in the morning. Stay strong, Steve!
December 22, 2020 at 12:23 pm
Attenuated indeed. I would guess that popovers translate to Yorkshire puddings.
December 22, 2020 at 12:32 pm
Yes, I think so. Both require a certain deftness in baking, I believe, and both are wonders when they come out like these.
December 22, 2020 at 12:36 pm
There is probably something just subtly different that makes all the difference.