Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
-Ezra Pound
If you find an old package of biscuit mix in the cupboard, do not say "yay!"
Say "I don't remember when we bought this stuff" and do not proceed to ruin perfectly good saskatoons by making stale-tasting biscuits with them. I'm sorry, saskatoons.
Say "I don't remember when we bought this stuff" and do not proceed to ruin perfectly good saskatoons by making stale-tasting biscuits with them. I'm sorry, saskatoons.