Basileia

I had an idea, and without going into details, the most important part was that I bake some pound cake in my new loaf pan (glass, with a plastic lid, from Target), and take it on a train along with some fresh strawberries and sugar on a train. Then when I get to where I’m going, I pound the strawberries up with the sugar to make a sort of sauce for the pound cake. No whipped cream, unless we actually whip cream. I thought about conveying all of this in a canvas bag. It strikes me as quite romantic. I hope to do it in the spring. Which leaves me with two problems: when are strawberries in season? I somehow have a notion that it’s late summer, rather than spring, but I don’t actually know. Also, I don’t have a pound cake recipe. If anyone could help me out on either of those points, I’d appreciate it.

I also realized last night that I have a great dearth of poetry books here at school. I don’t have my well-loved Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy, nor an anthology of any description. I only have Les Amours de Ronsard, Browning’s The Ring and The Book, The Canterbury Tales, and a little volume of obscure Milton.

Whereas what I do have is almost all of the dictionaries I own. I made an Amazon list for the curious.

The books people can’t be without can be quite telling, of course. I must search for some good examples of this. To be continued…