Merenda Time

It’s mid-afternoon coffee time.

How is your supply?

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You know what to do.

 

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7 Comments

  1. Bea says:

    With all due respect:

    Spanish:
    Merendar (the verb) To take a light meal/snack
    Merienda (a noun) a light meal/snack

    “Merienda Time”

    No coffee for me. It’s too late. but I am having some crackers, cheese and ham.
    Bon Appetit !!

    [With all due respect: “Merenda” is Italian.]

  2. backtothefuture says:

    Bea, “merenda” is correct in Italian ;)

  3. Rich says:

    My family has café da tarde.

  4. Glennonite says:

    Fr. Z:
    I look forward daily to reading your blog. I especially liked your daily AdventCazt. I know you are busy, but would you consider making them each day throughout the year?
    You are in my daily Rosaries.
    Glennonite

    [Thank you for the prayers. Daily? I might need more incentive, I’m afraid. Sometimes I don’t know how much effect they actually have. Thanks for the feedback.]

  5. Darren says:

    Me thinks I shall brew myself a double-espresso with my Mystic Monk espresso! Yes, replacing the counter-top microwave with an over-the-range Convection/Microwave oven has given me the space to keep my espresso machine permanently on the counter top! [That’s the spirit!]

  6. Bea says:

    Thanks for the correction. Now I know a little Italian, too.

  7. AnAmericanMother says:

    Mystic Monk hoodie spotted in the wild:

    Deer hunters rejoice.

    . . . wasn’t mine, unfortunately. One of us got a deer, one had a missed shot, and one (yrs truly) didn’t see a thing from can see to can’t. But we all had a great time in the outdoors. Saw a pair of mockers who were very cheeky about coming up and peering right into my blind, three Harris Hawks playing in the wind, several hundred juncos, several sets of noisy crows, and – most amazing – a flight of Sandhill Cranes that flew over at treetop level, calling. So close I could see the red patch on their heads.

    And I’m pretty sure mine was the only deer blind in Georgia where Rosaries were being said for most of the day.

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