One should never begin a piece of work (writing, speaking, performance) with an apology, so I am waiting for the second sentence for my profound begging of forgiveness for last week’s mistake in the column. My life is a little more complicated now than usual because of my husband’s recent hospital stay. Before I give you the correction, I will be the first to admit that probably the kindest thing I can do for you is to toss the quill and ink (well, OK, turn off the computer and cease this drivel called “From My Kitchen").
However, I will selfishly admit that I really enjoy visiting with you each week. Somehow in my mind we are sitting together drinking our morning coffee and discussing this column. In other words, I feel that I am talking to you as one friend to another as I write.
You know, as do I, that the newsprint world is in a state of flux. Because of various difficulties, our papers are now delivered by the USPS. I must say that ours faithfully arrives on its appointed days, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday for the weekend edition.
Of course, if you are a subscriber, you can read it daily online. I know some of you remember as do I when the paper was thrown early in the morning. And long ago, another paper came in the afternoon.
However, it’s a whole new world. As one of my acquaintances reminded me recently, change is not all bad. Like you, though, I still miss my early morning newspaper ritual.
This past week’s column had a pumpkin cake recipe that had a mi.
