I’m gently crafting a noodle bowl inside. Cooking on the fire, using stock for the noodles, organic produce when possible and not stressing about the rest.
I wizzed the fermenting pepper mixture, a little xanthan gum for texture, it’s good, almost too hot to eat plain, but sang on a grilled bacon and cheese last night! The next one will be brighter (in taste and maybe color, that’s up the peppers I have access to)
And, to be honest, this post is about the million things I’m NOT doing. Yes, it’s the calm before the storm, I have some anxiety about whether I’ll be delivering in stormy conditions. I have a different rental (smaller without a bulkhead) with so-so tires (and Missouri plates) and I’m not looking forward to shoveling.
I’m not fretting the to-do list, I’m not fretting the storm, I’m not pushing myself to DO. I’m relaxing in my messy and disorganized home. It’s not moldy, it’s not littered with garbage and trash. It’s full of life, it’s cup runneth over, and I’m as part of it as it is part of me.
I yearn to be outside on soil, to feel warm damp air, smell life, to hear rain and then frogs. It’s coming, I’m practicing patience, allowing
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