Few things photograph the way you think they will. A photo can only take in a tiny portion of the whole kitchen and won’t reflect all the peripheral details that contribute light, interest and colour when you are looking at the whole scene. Case in point: coffee cups, mess and some scribbled notes. I saw [...]
Also taggedToday I spent an hour up to my wrists in dirt and dandelions. I love dandelions. I hate digging the freaking things out of the vegetable garden. We planted the veggie garden yonks ago, and the seeds have sprouted, which means the weeds are becoming problematic. I didn’t mind them so much before — they’re [...]
Also tagged sproutyNot even close. Process versus product is a false dichotomy. THERE I SAID IT. Loads of people talk about whether they’re process knitters or product knitters — or whether a project is a process knitting project or a product knitting project — and I don’t think I’m one or the other. I can’t think of [...]
Also tagged knitting, Lacey tunicIt’s autumn and I’m stoked and the world keeps giving me fresh food. The other day, a coworker brought in the biggest damn bowl of cherry tomatoes I’ve ever seen — surplus from his crop. Those cherry tomatoes will haunt me in my dreams, as I weep through the tomato shortage of winter. I am [...]
Also tagged awesomeOkay, am I mad, or is this an accurate assessment of language use: when people refer to “[X]-night cooking”, they nearly always mean to suggest that they are tired and don’t want to cook and therefore the recipe must be simple and near-immediate. (Also, where should the question mark go in that sentence? I’m pretty [...]
Also tagged awesomeToday is Sunday, and that means a lot of stockpiling for the week. The Southside Farmers’ Markets are on and I shop with an air of wholesomeness that completely compensates for my raging vodka/cocaine/kitten-huffing hangover resulting from standard Saturday night debauchery. (Also: Creationary.) M made breads: I made muesli: I also made a huge pot [...]
Also taggedMy world continues to provide! It’s awesome. I am drawn, against my will, but inevitably towards the conclusion that I am some sort of fertility goddessling to my garden. I walk amongst it, and it lowers branches laden with glory towards my tender fingertips. Shit yeah. I ate the last of our plums this week. [...]
Also tagged sproutyI bet I can do that. It’s a mantra I learned from my Mumini. Don’t misunderstand: it’s not like she wandered the house, murmuring it over and over like some sort of Lady Macbeth of self-sufficiency. That would be weird, although it would make juicy fuel for a memoir. But if something was wanted in [...]
Also tagged sproutyIt’s Sunday and I’m sitting here with a coffee and a case of the shoulds. I should finish cooking and packing my lunches for the week. I should finish the two saved-but-not-really-written blog posts open in the other browser tabs. I should start the edits and rewrites on the short story I wrote yesterday. I [...]
Also tagged etc.(1) Compost is far more interesting than I ever thought it would be. That stuff blows my mind. One minute it’s all tea bags and coffee grounds and onion peels, the next week BAM: loam crawling with earthworms. I don’t have to do a damn thing except keep it fed and watered, and it turns [...]
Also tagged food, sprouty