Artificial Flower Plant Plant

On Saturday I made a zillion empanadas for a party for my sister. I got a late start but had them all finished by 11:30pm, just in time to enjoy a High Life with a little OJ (have you tried this? It's the ultimate refresher - any bottled lighter beer will do, just drink a little out of the bottle and pour a splash of orange juice in the bottle. Careful though, it likes to overflow).

Now the paper flower factory has opened. I have a zillion of these to make too, and I'm well on my way.

On gravity, and bread.

So we are all sort of trapped, by gravity, which keeps us standing and walking, sitting and lying on the earth. You can try to jump into the sky, but you will find yourself back on the sidewalk. With this in mind: farming, living off the land. I live in the city on a busy street where the traffic never stops and you have to wait 5 minutes to cross. It's funny how just a 100 feet or so away from the road the cars whizzing past become silent. Then you see an old man sitting on a lawn chair on his front porch in the dusk light, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping the air to an invisible beat.
So I can't make the cars stop driving past, or push the houses on either side of mine farther away, so instead I pledge to bake more loaves of bread. Gravity have to give a little and let the dough rise just enough.