Okay, fine -- the weather's cold, dark and blustery, there's a heap of laundry and a pile of incomplete prospects nagging me, I have a headache and my back is pillar of pain. Nevertheless, we have fresh English muffins, fine Irish butter and imported* blueberry preserves and I am enjoying them together with fresh coffee. Don't know I will have another one next, or polish off the last of the everything† bagels
There's always a little sunshine hidden somewhere, or at least the promise of it.
Oh, the title? It's from a poem.
* Domestic would be just as good, as long as it's the real deal and it usually is. Blueberry preserves are apparently so difficult to fake that just about any brand you find will be genuine. I love them. I loved blueberry syrup as a child (alas, the mass brands went more and more inauthentic as I grew up) and as an adult, blueberry preserves are a wonderful, nostalgic treat.
† They're the best bagels, if you ask me, with poppyseed bagels in second place. Given what I have written, you'd think I'd like blueberry bagels, but they usually don't have enough blueberries to matter and I prefer my bagels savory.
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