Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Thursday, January 06, 2005

We've been looking around for traditional Russian recipies we might try tomorrow night, to observe the Orthodox celebration of Christmas, to keep in touch with the kids' heritage. One thing we'll make is Kutya, and also mushroom soup, and some of the other things on that list. I got the wheat at the store last night, so we'll soak that overnight tonight. I wonder how this is going to taste, with pretty much just wheat, poppy seeds, and honey as ingredients.

(For an explanation of why the Orthodox celebration is a different date than December 25, see here.)

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