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pray and give

I just read this and thought it was worth passing along. It is difficult to imagine what the people of Haiti must be living right now, when my life has gone uninterrupted.

oh. come. now.

Behold, my own fruit leather. Blueberries, Raspberries and honey for sweetner. It was pure joy getting to use my dehydrator, lovely thing that it is. And the fruit leather would have been perfection. Except that when I took this final picture it was 11:30 pm, and if you look closely, the very middle of the fruit leather needed a bit longer in the dehydrator.

So I went to bed, thinking that if I wake up in the night, I'll just unplug it.

But I didn't wake up. Instead, I left my dear fruit leather to dry another 7 hours. And when I woke up, I had made something very brittle. Rory was very kind and tried it first. His words: "You know it's not that bad. Honestly, if it wasn't crunchy on this one side it would be amazing."