"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Wednesday, November 23, 2022
Cranberries
This morning I'm considering the cranberry, the perfect color of it, its tartness and completeness ... and the way it slides beneath the knife when you try to slice and dice it.
I'm considering the many berries I have to slice and dice ... and potential ways around that. Food processor to the rescue!
It's not even Thanksgiving and I'm already looking for ways to avoid cooking. This doesn't bode well!