It's a chilly spring Saturday, but I'll take it. The sun is out, and the car is too hot, though you pull your jacket around you when it's time to get out.
The house smells of lemon peel and crushed coriander. Sorghum Wit is on the boil, and the brewer is prepping the flavorings.
Easter is tomorrow. For Mom's ham dinner, a shameful corn casserole. Last time I made it, I told myself I'd edit out all the packaged ingredients after I make it once. That would've been easy if it didn't taste awesome, exactly this way.