The Baking Sebatacle

In the last two weeks, I've made banana bread, cookies and, last night, a marble loaf cake. I have to stop baking. All I want to do is bake. I also have to stop knitting. But, really, I love to knit. Still, the hand needs the rest and I guess the home arts do, too. In the meantime, I'll be reading more. Just today, I read a nearly perfect paragraph in Middlemarch. I also liked this story in the Times about Obama's wistfulness in moving; I appreciate how human it is. Really, I should send the Obamas some cookies to help their hotel room feel more like home.