Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Contains humectants.


It’s snowing today. Not a lot - maybe an inch is what we will get. Five years ago, there was over a foot on the ground, and that was the day we closed on our house. 

I can’t get my head around the fact that it has been 5 years. (Of course, I was in a drunken stupor for two of those years, so maybe that’s where the time disappeared to.) 

Who knew that I would today be a president of an arts council and a member of the chamber of commerce? I am dumbfounded but reasonably happy with where I am these days. Who knew I would be speaking in front of civic groups and the annual dinner for our extension office? What I say to myself is that they are in desperate need of warm bodies. Actually, I feel confident and competent doing these things. I do not have uncontrollable anxiety anymore. Well, most of the time I don't.

I haven’t been too terribly creative this year; spinning and knitting hats has been about it. However, I feel ready to do something else. I dyed roving yesterday. I am imagining things I want to make.

I had a woman ask me a couple of weeks ago if I enjoyed cooking. I had to think about it for a minute before I answered that I don’t particularly enjoy cooking, but I do like to experiment. Cooking is not a thing I consider fun, but it is something I do because I have to. Even so, I turn out tasty and edible meals on a regular basis. I don’t mind making bread or biscuits now and then.

I like making kimchi. I don’t mind making bread or biscuits now and then. Yesterday, I made yoghurt, and that was interesting. Today, I may find a recipe for bread, or something, that uses yoghurt. (I made more that I can easily eat anytime soon.) I’m thinking of making fermented rice. You see, Sweetie has bought a book called ‘The Good Gut,’ and has become interested, nay, obsessed with fermented food, and I am humoring him.