My father-in-law gave me a field guide to sea shells a few years ago, I think he picked it up at a yard sale. All I usually find are scallops, clams and moon shells, so I never expected to use it, but when I leafed through I was struck by the beautiful vocabulary of the uni and bivalves. Better words than those I saw on the highway signs driving back from Rhode Island last night, most especially better than the word Mianus. Some shells go by alaba, cingula, bittium, ovatella, sayella, auger, lora, phose, pyram, colus, chank, drupe, volute, spindle, triton, alvinia, merelina. turrid, turbonille, triphora. Is that enough? I can keep going...I have a list right here.
Those aren't shells in the picture above, that there's my mom's homemade cinnamon buns. Aren't my mom's buns adorable? They were fairly amazing, she's really got the baking bug this season. I'll miss all those treats, so spoiled am I, and thanks to her husband I barely washed a dish for the last 5 days.
Here's a cinnamon sunset I shot when we fed the ducks at Prospect Lake some cracked corn today. I fed half-beak from my right hand and nearly jumped out of my skin because the squish of goose tongue mixed with the hungry jabs of the bottom beak was so intense. You've got to have a tall pile of corn in your palm to soften the effect or don't even try it. He's a very hungry goose.
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Home-made cinnamon buns! If I knew that while passing through RI, I would have gotten off the bus.
Peter Pan? Yes, you could have met my Cinnamom!
Yup, Peter Pan. I was on a bus named "Tink's Tiny Room." About a year or so ago, the Dunkin Donuts in the Providence bus station changed the name of the "glazed crueller" to the "glazed stick" and civilization fell another couple of notches.
I see what you mean. Providence needs its cruellers and strumpets, glazed or no, just as we in Brooklyn do. I'll get my mom right on that.
I meant crumpets.
Not that there's anything wrong with strumpets. "Biggest little state in the union," indeed.
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