Sunday, December 14, 2008

Curious surprise, singing and Zen of Zin

- Making Cranberry Bread in the early morning to take to a brunch meeting. Checking it after the required 55 minutes, the knife inserted comes out soupy with batter, so I turn off the oven and leave it so I will be on time. And fortunately being forgiven at arriving empty-handed. Curiously, it is perfectly done when I arrive home three hours later.

- Attending an afternoon funeral service for a beloved man. The woman behind me in the church sings so beautifully that I want to compliment her, but she has already slipped away.

- Finding a perfect bottle of wine to take to neighbor Betty's open house, a red zinfandel called the Zen of Zin. Betty is very Zen and her home reflects that.

4 comments:

Jannie said...

Why did the cranberry bread do that?!

I know what you mean about the beautiful singing behind you. Accept it as the anonymous gift it was mean to be.

Zen of Zin, great name.

Lynn said...

All red Zinfandels seem to have great names.

I am SO not a baker, so I don't know. I think it just needed a few more minutes in the oven and there was enough heat left over even after cutting the oven off to finish it up. I took 3/4 of it yesterday to the guy at church who asked me to make it.

Jannie said...

3/4 is better than nothing at all.

I took 3/4 of a jug of eggnog to a potluck Saturday and they didn't throw me out!

I wonder is there a "Sin Zin?"

Lynn said...

There is one like that! Look at them next time you are in a liquor store.