5 November 2009
Here is an invite to the opening of Sacred (after 2 pm on 14 November 2009) a show at the Dock in carrick-on-shannon curated by Siobhán Garrigan with works by Bernadette Kiely, Aileen Lambert, David Michalek , Katharine West and a time-specific perfectly edible art intervention for the opening afternoon by no other than I. Everyone welcome.
Come and eat the soup (no trade offs necessary).
17 September 2009
All week I have been feeling bad about the fact that last week’s wholemeal spelt bread was too sour, it was a little sourer than usual as I tasted it for breakfast before going out to market (and on to The Harvest fair in Drumshambo) last saturday but over the week it just got worse. Apologies, all, mine. As I feel that my ability to make the bread I make is something of a magic thing I have to be able to also allow myself to humanly fail sometimes.
We were very tired but satisfied. We travelled to Poland, for a wonderful wedding, four of us packed into the tiniest car available, 3956 km excluding what the boat travelled for us, applied geography and assorted tastings of local goods. Now we are back to home schooling, making hay while the sun shines, if we manage some hay cocks, and on monday we are joining the AVAAZ.org global climate wake up call in dublin, dressed in red at 12.18 pm on O’Connell street, at the junction with North Earl street. There are hundreds and hundreds of similar events organized around the world, perhaps you can join one, too. We are all together in this, the people who had to eat sourer bread and the ones who did not.
9 July 2009
Last week was the first week of baking after a long and delightful holiday in brittany while all animals, plants and walls were looked after adroitly by LMS. How lucky.
Last friday was too hot in the kitchen for sourdough despite my freshly hung blinds and the resulting bread was a little flat as I hurried off to the train on saturday with N to Dublin to an artists book fair leaving the rest of the family to bring freshly baked goods to market, new cakes, flatter bread. This friday I won’t have to worry about packing books and rushing to Dublin and the weather is given rather wet I am told, I just need a little more breeze but
I know all will be well and I am greatly looking forward to take my weekly stand and talk to the good people who will come to knockvicar this saturday. I do love this job I invented for myself.
16 January 2009
So this is the return from hibernation : nest-building, celebrations, sleep. The head is clearer, less piles of unsorted clutter around and no more emergency breads in the freezer, you can probably imagine how much I am looking forward to tomorrow’s breakfast with a fresh loaf. After a grey, wet and windy morning the sky is now bright and blue, now that would be a good thing if the children and I could wake up to similar weather for our first day of the year in knockvicar at precisely 10.30ish.
