Arrright, I'm going to make those pickles. I've been reading and gathering materials. I found out the local hardware store carries all kinds of canning supplies and I was able to get a case of jars.
It was one of those stock-up days yesterday. Made a huge pot of red and black beans to go over rice. I went to the Cheese Store for cheese of course, and bulk goods... rice, dried apricots, lavosh crackers, coffee beans. Across the street is a great little Mexican market and carniceria - I think I spelled that right - and I got a lovely piece of flank steak which has now been dry-rubbed and is awaiting the grille this evening. I love the little market. They have great produce at great prices, real butchers who cut all the meat to order and teach me how to ask for it correctly, bulk spices, breads and tortillas... between Mi Tierra and the Cheese Store, I can stay out of chain markets for a long time, mainly til I run out of foil or plastic wrap or toilet paper, that kinda thing. Food products though, forget it, I'm spoiled rotten with my little stores, and I'd sure rather support the locals than the chains.
I think I'd do well in a situation where I had to spend my days working the garden and animals for food, cooking and mending and writing. Funny how it sounds idyllic, but in reality is all-day, every-day work, numbing and never ending. Somehow though, it seems to me that mental health would be better knowing all my labors are going to produce what's needed for myself and mine, rather than to further an employer's interests and give me cash to obtain the things I need, money for someone else's toil. So who knows, maybe I just like the idea of being at home with my work.
Gonna play more music today, working on a mixtape to burn to CD for some friends. I love that they want me to do this! Gives me confidance to play out more. More parties!
It was one of those stock-up days yesterday. Made a huge pot of red and black beans to go over rice. I went to the Cheese Store for cheese of course, and bulk goods... rice, dried apricots, lavosh crackers, coffee beans. Across the street is a great little Mexican market and carniceria - I think I spelled that right - and I got a lovely piece of flank steak which has now been dry-rubbed and is awaiting the grille this evening. I love the little market. They have great produce at great prices, real butchers who cut all the meat to order and teach me how to ask for it correctly, bulk spices, breads and tortillas... between Mi Tierra and the Cheese Store, I can stay out of chain markets for a long time, mainly til I run out of foil or plastic wrap or toilet paper, that kinda thing. Food products though, forget it, I'm spoiled rotten with my little stores, and I'd sure rather support the locals than the chains.
I think I'd do well in a situation where I had to spend my days working the garden and animals for food, cooking and mending and writing. Funny how it sounds idyllic, but in reality is all-day, every-day work, numbing and never ending. Somehow though, it seems to me that mental health would be better knowing all my labors are going to produce what's needed for myself and mine, rather than to further an employer's interests and give me cash to obtain the things I need, money for someone else's toil. So who knows, maybe I just like the idea of being at home with my work.
Gonna play more music today, working on a mixtape to burn to CD for some friends. I love that they want me to do this! Gives me confidance to play out more. More parties!
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tangledupinblue:
That was an incredibly kind comment you left for me. Made me think of music, and that's good right now because I'm incredibly tired. I'd say thank you better if it wasn't such a long weekend but take it on faith, that was deeply sweet and greatly, greatly appreciated.
adelayde:
i <3 pickles. let me know how it goes. is it hard to make them? i wouldn't imagine so.