Author Archives: Scribe Doll
Link missing from previous post
My apologies to e-mail subscribers: there is a link missing in the previous post, FEASTS & FANCIES: THE MAGIC OF BREAD. In the section: Three-Seed Brown Bread Your allies: (all measurements are approximate, see here ) Here is the link: … Continue reading
Feasts & Fancies: The Magic of Bread
If anything makes me believe in magic in the kitchen it is making bread. The verb make is, of course, somewhat inappropriate in the context of magic, since you are not, alone, in control of the process. As in any … Continue reading
New Blog: Feasts & Fancies
No Scales or Measuring Jugs – Just Imagination and Senses Welcome to my new blog, Feasts & Fancies and the first recipe. When I moved away from my family, to another country, I asked my grandmother to write down the recipes … Continue reading
The End of a Blog – and the Beginning of a New One
I started writing this blog, first entitled Londoner’s Musings, then Scribe Doll’s Musings, back in February 2011 because blogs were all the rage, it was Valentine’s Day and I was single with nothing to do, and in order to vent a … Continue reading
Let Go of the Old Year…
Let go of the Old Year, gently, with respect – it has taught you much, and anything learnt is never wasted. Usher it out with thanks and an apology – for all you failed to learn, for all your mind could not … Continue reading
Christmas Eve
The treble has sung. Christmas has begun. Once in Royal David’s city… A voice like gold shimmering in the firelight. The light is draining from the sky. The sun has withdrawn without pomp. This is not an evening for … Continue reading
The Feast of Saint Catherine
The elderly mother of a close friend sends me nameday good wishes every 25th November, and I thank her for her attentiveness. My mother once told me which Saint Catherine I had been dedicated to at birth, but I have … Continue reading
Brugge (Part 2) – Summer 2022
By the time H. and I managed to tear ourselves away from work long enough to organise a much-needed holiday, all the hotels were booked up or too expensive. The fares had also gone up. So our plans to go … Continue reading
Brugge (Part 1) – 2009
I felt at home there even as I wheeled my suitcase from the train station. The mid-August sun was setting behind the rooftops on Züdzandstraat, the crow-stepped gables that looked like stairways to the sky. “I think there’s an error … Continue reading
Russian and Me
I feel happy and privileged that my article, Russian and Me, has just been published by the European Literature Network: