I spotted my priest, Father Nicholas, spooning strawberry jam onto a store bought white thing that resembled bread. That was midday Monday. That was his lunch…
It’s Wednesday and I’ve been thinking about that moment ever since. When I realized I’d have a few hours to bake today, I knew who needed a fresh ring of rosemary rolls, and a jar of homemade kumquat marmalade (so good!). He’s an incredible faster, that man, but I don’t want him to tumble from the altar with so many services left to go!
[Be Gone–you old, preservative-filled white bread, kept in the church refrigerator!]
Rosemary rolls, and kumquat marmalade–to be handed over after unction tonight.
It’s Holy Week for us Orthodox–blessings to all of you who are in the midst of this beauty.
For those in Fort Collins, our old home town, digging out from the snow storm–I send you good wishes for an AMAZING summer (in which all of your vegetables grow enormous and every day brings sun and respite).
And to the rest of you lovely folk, near and far–Cheers and happy baking and giving!
The Woman and the Wheat 