Let me just start by saying I’m overreacting and I know it. Also I’m sick, which doesn’t lead to my best decision-making. One of my coworkers just pushed one of my buttons. I call it “the Secretary button.” The last time it got pushed, I quit my job. Not immediately, but within six months, as a direct result.
I have this friend from high school. She’s great— smart, funny, we’ve shared our deep dark secrets, and she’s fabulous in a crisis. Like money in the bank that one.
I had some success growing rosemary, this summer, in a patch of ground that is otherwise weedy and awful.
I was thinking about doing another batch of pickled collards with my harvested collards, last weekend, but I thought it might be interesting to try collard kraut, instead. I have an interest in the probiotic opportunity with fermented foods, but, aside from sourdough, I haven’t ventured deeply into it. I tried my own cider vinegar made of apple scraps, but after a promising start, didn’t get anywhere. I also tried to make my own ginger soda, without success.
I’ve mentioned it before, but there’s a woman in my Toastmasters club who consistently remarks, in her evaluation forms about the speeches I give, about my chest. Once it was that I wore the wrong bra. Today, she suggested that a skirt would have balanced out my “lovely bustline” better, and drew a little picture.
Things are getting interesting, heading into Fall. My Toastmasters crew exploded a little, with someone on the Board going after a long-time member who’s given a lot of time and energy to the Board out of sheer generosity of spirit. I was heartbroken to see it, but the way the current president stepped up to deal with it was a great example.
Today, I gave a passionate speech about the nature of a good argument and the principles of mutual respect that govern argument. I cited extensively from a chapter of Brene Brown’s new book Braving the Wilderness. I’m a bit of a Brene-head, so you can’t go by me, but I think everyone in the country ought to be required to read this book and discuss its ideas, right now. Like, posthaste. I will totally wait, while you go get it from your local bookseller or library.
Ready? Moving on.
The way I stumble on recipes is a patented blend of idle curiosity, what I have in my pantry, and “oh crap, what am I going to make for dinner?!” I remember seeing something about smashed potatoes, and reading about it, at one point, but then I was jammed for a side dish a few weeks ago and thought seriously about making them. I ended up being saved by instant polenta in that moment, but the idea was still in my head.