I once made the mistake of sharing my dislike for Thomas Hardy with a teacher (I dislike quite a few of those authors you’re supposed to like) and she turned to me and said: “you can’t say that! That’s like saying you don’t like Shakespeare or something!” And yet, I hated Shakespeare when I was in school. English lessons were spent going through Macbeth at a painstakingly slow pace: translating word-for-word until the meaning was lost.
Monday, April 14, 2014
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Apparently you're supposed to bake these biscuits on the morning of Easter Sunday and give them away as gifts (ha); I am, however, a maverick baker who decided to bake these weeks before Easter and to spend the time between now and then eating said biscuits. If you've never tried them before I would say they're quite like shortbread but with some light spice flavouring and fruit. And as everyone knows the raisins in these will count towards your 5-a-day so are good for you, sort of... ;)
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