I never knew that there was a word that covered the meaning of what I've always felt in my heart. I wonder if we could expand it a little bit to make it mean "a home that'll never exist"? Because then it may be linked to traveling.
Nursery Puddings, Slow Sunday and Old Fashioned Baked Rice Pudding Slow Sunday today this week takes me back to the old fashioned nursery puddings of my childhood; sometimes a pudding was the main meal and the “afters” as we called them, was maybe a slice of bread and jam or just bread and butter. In... Read More »