The Real Work
I love this poem by Wendell Berry.
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
I made a turkey breast on Friday and decided to turn the leftovers into turnovers. I adjusted the recipe because I couldn’t find a gluten-free pie crust, and though I had every good intention, I just ran out of time to make my own. Instead I used gluten-free bisquick, which worked well. It was all gluten-free, and overall, tasted pretty good. I’m not sure I’m a fan of the gluten-free bisquick. Wheat just works so perfectly. I feel badly for those who don’t have an option, but there are a lot of better products these days