It was perfect for dinner tonight as it got really hot out today! I did the croutons under the broiler rather than in the oven so it would take less time.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS POEM
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCraeIn Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
If you have time the story of the poem, the writer and the association of the poppy with war remembrance can be found here.