I cut it out - not because it was particularly profound, although it is keenly observant. Rather, I just liked the turn of phrase.
"...ideas that spring from bubbly-filled flutes in the last breath of December rarely keep their gloss, or their momentum, in the languid days of January."
So in the absence of New Year's Resolutions this year, but the presence of languid January days, I have set about a little kitchen action.
Freshly picked beets from the garden are set to become Beetroot relish to be enjoyed with warmed Turkish bread and cheese.
Freshly picked beans from the garden will be enhanced with a little tuna and rolled in sushi rice and Nori sheets.
Overripe bananas are becoming banana ice-cream.
And yet another bottle of gifted Shiraz is about to be poured into the saucepan with some currant jelly and select spices to become mulled wine sorbet.
I didn't resolve to make more things from scratch this year, rather it was action inspired by the delicious fresh produce I picked from my garden as I wandered through it in the first of this month's languid days.
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