" Below the veranda, the vegetation in the morning shade was like a rainforest of lush, evil leaves and flowers, which she had to be careful not to break as she searched. She held one hand in front of her mouth and was constantly afraid of losing her balance. "What are you doing?" asked little Sophia. "Nothing," her grandmother answered. "That is to say," she added angrily, "I'm looking for my false teeth." The Summer Book, Tove Jansson, p11.
I'm still reading The Summer Book by Tove Jansson, and Chekhov short stories...the book is slim and light to carry, handy for waiting rooms and car journeys. On the bedside cabinet is The Heat of the Day, London war time drama written at the time it was set. I think that's the one I'll take away at the weekend. Also on the go are The Legendary Cuisine of Persia, The Thrify Forager inspiring dandelion salads and nettle soups, Bowl Food and An Everlasting Meal. They all influence how I cook...Or maybe I choose them because that's how I cook anyway.
I'm joining yarn along at Small Things, Frontier Dreams and Natural Suburbia this week...are you coming too?