The fog has rolled into New England and it is eerily calm ... now. It came on the heels of winds that whipped around the corners of the grey cottage and scoured the snow banks, before bringing a splating kind of rain that beat the snow down to rounded brow-beaten hummocks of sogginess.
This is not the weather that inspires me to walk out into the world. Instead, I have stoked the fires up in the woodstoves and have begun to make a soup ... a fishy kind of soup with a big hunk of monkfish and a small pile of potatoes and carrots and celery and onions ... and an herb bouquet that resembles a sweet little nosegay. If only it had a pretty green satin ribbon, but it is headed for the stockpot, so rough and rustic jute will have to do.
Perhaps I will make a round loaf of rustic bread to sit beside our supper bowls ... it's a lazy, 'curl up at home kind of day', and I am going nowhere special ...
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