Not my recipe; this recipe for qabili pilau (lamb and yellow rice with carrots and raisins) was passed along to us by Noah’s friend Susie, and we ate it and loved every bit. Source is unknown. It’s fragrant without being spicy-hot (though it could be easily changed to be so) and while it has a few steps, it’s worth every one.
I think the idea of keeping up a blog is a charming, weirdly outdated thing, but I still feel the compulsion to keep one. I’ve thought a lot recently about the impermanence of connection in the digital world I choose to live and work in.
I’ve given up calling it anything else. Seven Brides is an obsession, a project that feels like it’s taking forever to finish and yet I can’t let go of. I don’t write that statement out of complaint, but instead mingled fascination, and gratitude.
Unlike last year, I made my goal explicit: 50 books in 2015. Goodreads posted a lovely Year In Books page, which shows what I did this year, but I tend to capture this sort of thing for my own memory: (raw list here)