Funny how things turn out:) Today was bread day for the Buddhist Monks. When I added the hot water to the yeast I had a gut feeling that it was to hot and it was. The sixteen loaves were flat...dead...did not rise...but...that's alright we baked the dough in a flat pan ....cut them up like it was cake and poured molasses on them.
While I was waiting for the next batch of dough to rise I read on Facebook that it was Robbie Burns day. Perfect day to recite this poem because our perfect plan definitely went awry!
To A Mouse, After Turning Her House Up With A Plough
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
RB
Although we don't celebrate Robbie Burns night...we had fun joking while we fed the cows..their very special treat. Watch and see sheer enthusiasm for prasadam!
Hare Krsna.
Kokum Lal
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