It’s currently 46 degrees and socked in up top. Yesterday’s high was 59 degrees, with an overnight low of 44.
Yesterday’s blue skies faded with the setting sun. Clouds crept in. The landscape became more reminiscent of a Grimm’s Fairytale. Fog drifted eerily through the trees. The menacing wind howled relentlessly in the distance. On a quest, I continued to wander around the foreboding mountain.
Back at the lodge, I slowly lowered thin disks of Naan bread into the hot bacon grease. The delicate savory bread never failed to quench my afternoon hunger. I added a scoop of peach preserves to the soft dough and folded it into a thin turn-over. The creation sizzled in the well loved cast iron. I waited…
Oblivious of the flavor discovery waiting within the cooling pastry.
“Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness.” - Zhuang Zhou