Dear friends,
Apologies, apologies, apologies. In my infinite genius, I did something to my throw my lower back into spasm, and thus have spent the past three days begging the universe to Make It Stop, Please. I will be back tomorrow, really. I can’t stay away when the plums are in season, when there is plum cake to be made and (hopefully) damson jam to put up, when the market is a riot of both late-summer and early-autumn foods, when it is time to reclaim my bakerina hat and resume breadbaking, when I have four cases of candy bars begging me to tell you the Tale of Why I Have Four Cases of Candy Bars, when I can start making plans for weekend travel to the nation’s great culinary libraries. A few more days of industrial-strength Tiger Balm pads on my tailbone, a week of gentle-yet-vigorous activity under the watchful eye of my trainer, maybe a massage or two, and I will be ready to resume the adventure.
I will also be guestblogging over at Tvindy’s while he is on his Return Trek West. Keep your fingers crossed for me, because I want to do right by him.
Why do I think that what Goliard said had several layers of nuance and absolutely nothing to do with flour-based products?