I always seem to be a day late and a dollar short, and here I find myself yet again. Two lists: one day. It’s all about consolidation, baby.
Yesterday’s list was “Your least favorite words.” Here’s the thing – I don’t really have any. I love, nay, adore words. I read every second I can and devour books like nobody’s business. I think my pet peeve is people using words they don’t know/understand the meaning of or mispronunciation. I pondered this all day yesterday, trying out some of the favs seen online to see how much they bothered me. Not at all. Boring list. I agree, sorry.
Today’s list is “Blog Goals.”
Since I tend to be a hit or miss blogger I am really hoping to keep up with it and post more often. Perhaps remembering my blog password would be a good start.
I also hope to connect with more people and keep in touch with those I know.
Share all my many projects I tend to have going on at once. Ravelry is awesome. But there isn’t a great way to show off handspun yarns/or current spinning projects. This will be my spot.
I am proud to report we managed to do about 1/2 the weekend goals list. There was hiking, baking (pizza, not muffins), naps were taken, book was read (not finished, wah), and silk was spun. It is beautiful. I want to wrap myself in it, but the tangled mess that would leave behind is incomprehensible. I was wrong, it was 4 oz, not 6, and I ended up with 775 yards.
About a year ago, now, I found out that both my middle peanut, Declan, and I are gluten intolerant. Our bodies just plain don’t like it. This means that packaged and processed foods are mostly out. Almost everything we eat I make, which is delicious, but terribly time consuming. Some of it I do because it tastes so, SO much better (corn tortillas) and some of it I do because buying premade gluten free foods are expensive. There are several pizza joints in town that offer GF pizza, but at $15 for a small x 2 and it adds up. I love to bake, and baking GF is a special challenge. The bread dough looks more like cake batter than dough and it is a runny, sticky mess.
The first time I made GF bread I kept looking into the KitchenAid thinking “Needs more flour. Needs more flour. Fuck, MORE flour.” I added and added, and I ended up with a brick I could crack open a few skulls with. I have learned and make a killer pizza crust now. The kids like to sit on the counter and cook with me, adding their special measuring skills and a few sneezes.
Can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds – and what I get to list about.
And I’ll leave you with this gem. Today, while trying to explain what one of his friends grandma looked like Declan said “She has very crinkly skin. Like a really wrinkled up piece of paper.”