Here in Landry-town, in the midst of illness and much baking and food made without grains or even dairy or wine, I receive an email such as this in the middle of my morning spiritual reading. If you are reading this attentively, you’ll probably be wondering why I was checking my email in the middle of my Lenten spiritual reading. Please don’t judge me. Readers. Anyway, we don’t have time to discuss that presently.
Here is the heart-warming email sent to me by my beautiful Scout who lives far:
“I was just making a pot of Earl Grey and as I was filling the teapot
I was overcome by a sadness at the fact that I’m not sitting down
for a cup of tea with you.“
And mama wept.
Ottawa is far from Vancouver Island. Don’t ya know. And tea is for two. Or more.
When your adult children send you emails such as this, you cannot help to think, “something went very right, here.”
I love you Scout. And your beautiful family.
And now. Paleo living is not so bad, once you’ve cozied up to this gal, Paleo Newbie. She is my new best friend. Sorry old best friends, but sometimes you just have to move over. She doesn’t know me, but she has brought us delights to fill my teenage boys and all the rest. And skeptical paleo types (like me for example) are being brought to their knees daily. Now, I’m no food photographer –
“Really? Bonnie, I hardly noticed,” the reader says casually, looking askance.
But here are a couple of shots of the lemon poppy seed muffins from my new best friend. I’ve made them three times, now and my children wander around the house, zombie-like, muttering, “must have lemon poppy seed muffins…must…have.”
For your edification, and my humility, I present, paleo lemon poppy seed muffins: