burn the butter

Today Heather is volunteering at the free health clinic in Princeton, and I'm painting and working on the preaching for Friday. And cooking. My homemade French baguettes and lentil and sausage soup. The bread is rising right now and the soup is simmering; it'll be a wonderful aroma for Heather to come home to.

That reminds me, I meant to write about our fine cuisine last week, too. Asparagus with poached eggs and burnt butter, a recipe we discovered while staying with my parent's last fall. Now we get to use fresh farm eggs from a friend who lives just the other side of town. Very good. Especially when served with the crusty French bread.