No rhyme or reason
For no rhyme or reason, sometimes a phrase during prayer pops out and sticks in my mind. The last couple of days it has been “Abigail quickly got together two hundred loaves of bread, …” (I Samuel 25:18) Two hundreds loaves of bread! I said to my husband. Well, he replied, maybe it depends on what you call bread. Even two hundred muffins!!! I said. Ruminating on this, I think it may well have been pita bread. With six hundred men, they would have had to cut the breads in three. Why this stuff runs around in my brain, I don’t know. Other times there are phrases that it seems ought to be significant but are lost to me, such as so-and-so went to such-and-such a place. If it said they went to Montmartre or to the Bronx, it would mean something to me. Many cultural references from the Bible no longer speak today.
Anyway, we had some milk starting to sour (raw milk) so I made some muffins today. Just the plain recipe from “Joy of Cooking” to which I added some ground almonds, candied ginger, flaxseed, cinnamon and nutmeg.