“It’s time for a resurrection,” I said as we walked through the cold spring sunlight to church.
It’s been a long Lent—longer, in some quarters, than the church calendar would have you believe. But in the yearly miracle, in the words of one of my favourite contemporary worship songs:
He has risen from the grave (early on the third day)
You’ll find him on the road
You’ll find him at your table
For He has risen from the dead
The first of the crocuses are out—no matter that it’s almost a month later than last year—and life is starting again.
Am I waxing elliptical? Sometimes I fear that, somewhere in the balance between keeping what should be private off the internet and writing from what I know, I veer on the side of opacity. Perhaps this is inevitable.
In the hopes of making a few lucid statements: this seems as good a moment as any to announce a few changes.
I’ve been feeling frustrated, of late, by the limitations of a cooking blog. Sometimes I go for a few weeks without making anything interesting during daylight hours. Sometimes I want to write about something that it’s difficult to relate to a specific recipe. (“While I pondered the role of women in the church, I munched on this healthful homemade granola bar!” No? Me neither.) I would like to improve my photography skills so as to be able to take pictures of things that are not indoors and perfectly still. And, as a poet and a translator, I don’t always work on things with pea soup in line 4. In short, I want to be on the road as well as at the table.
So the Kitchen Lark is going to be flitting around a bit. I’ll still be posting mostly recipes, but I’ll also touch on issues I see as I fly, literally and metaphorically, around the world. As for recipes themselves, I’m going to do my best to challenge myself a little more…requests and dares are welcome!
As for poetry, I’ve made a place for some birdsong.
And I promise to get the gluten-free butter cake right next Easter—it was a disaster for the second year running.