GRITS FLASH!!! For all you grits fans, here's a LINK to some great recipes, as well as an explanation of the difference between hominy grits and stone ground.
(Vagabonde has pointed out that these recipes are full of typos -- here's ANOTHER LINK
to the place the grits came from and some more recipes -- maybe more usable.)
Now, back to the post of the day.
I have this second picture as the 'wallpaper' on my computer screen and every time I see it, I think of dancing figures.
And some lines of poetry start running through my head.
Here they are, in the final stanza of William Butler Yeats' "Among School Children."
I have this second picture as the 'wallpaper' on my computer screen and every time I see it, I think of dancing figures.
And some lines of poetry start running through my head.
Here they are, in the final stanza of William Butler Yeats' "Among School Children."
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
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