roads in Time
So many things to say to myself, and yet my mind refuses to be organized enough, long enough, to hold them together. So Maybe I'll start with breakfast. No, coffee. I stretch my coffee club coffee to make it last until just a day or few before the new month's bag arrives. Membership in a coffee club adds to life's happy anticipations, and the June chapter should arrive about June 5th or so. Now breakfast. This Time of year in 1954, when I arrived home from my freshman year at UF Gainesville, my mother taught me a treat. A hamburger-size very lean ground beef patty on a slice of whole wheat bread, up near the burner in the oven, to broil long enough to char the meat on the outside, but leave it raw inside. Salt and pepper to taste. Nowadays I buy a package of 96% or 97% lean ground beef, turn the stove burner on HIGH, turn on the fan and open both doors, and, while two slices of Dave's good seed bread toast in the toaster oven, in the sizzling hot skillet, sear a thi...