Thank you for the nice thoughts yesterday. I am feeling a little better. The nice part about this stage of my life is that I have absolutely no Outside Influences to blame when I am Battling the Blues. My parents? Nope, getting along with them now. An Asshole? Nope, have a great guy now. Crappy job? Nope, I LOVE my job now. Uterus withering away? Nope, already utilized it. In short, I had to look the Blues in the eye and take action. So far, it seems to be helping. I am making an effort to exercise, to get out of the house into nature, and to do more “little” things for myself - like taking the time to knit a little more and read a little more. However, I do need to find a creative outlet. Unfortunately, since I quit doing Raku, I haven’t found something to take its place. Knitting is simply NOT a creative process for me - it is what I like to call “productive meditation”, but I am not actually CREATING something. I don’t have the mindset to ever make up my own patterns from scratch, so I do need to find something that is creatively fulfilling like Raku was for me. I have a box of oil pastels, so perhaps I should be digging those out.......
Last night was our first pick-up from the Fair Share Farm - there is a tiny farmer’s market at 39th and Genessee. This was our Partial Share of this week's take:
Our Fair Share of Fair Share
1 bunch of leeks
1 bunch of Apple Mint
1 bunch of Green Onions
1 head of Butter Lettuce
1 bag o’ spinach
Pretty cool! And I have NO freakin’ clue what I will do with it. Have I mentioned that I am fucking clueless when it comes to American cooking?? So, I see some spinach pachadi, mint chutney, and a nice butter lettuce salad in our future, but I am not sure what to do with leeks except make a soup. So, um, this is a spot where if you happen to have a good recipe for leek soup (say, your grandma’s uber-secret blue ribbon recipe) - feel free to pass it along my way. Anyway, for the 1st week, I am pretty happy with our haul. The bonus of this is that in addition to the Fair Share stall, I checked out the other stalls and picked up some pesticide-free strawberries, banana bread, wheat bread, and jam. The strawberries were a particular treat because I rarely buy them in the supermarket. Did you know that strawberries are the WORST for you regarding pesticides? It is virtually impossible to clean them properly. So, as a rule, I avoid them. Even though I LOVE strawberries and grew up with a patch in which I had free rein....sniff .........Anyway, as a bonus, the entire farmer’s market is in the parking lot of the Crave Cafe which has GREAT espresso. Did you see how I capitalized "great"? Like, I did that for emphasis. Because, that was one killer cup o' joe. It had a very satisfying smoky finish. YUM. Sorry, still thinking about it.....Where was I?........After the farmer’s market, I continued onto Urban Arts and Crafts in the Rivermarket for the Wednesday night knitter’s group I attend. Last night's activities will be a trend for most of my Wednesdays throughout the summer and frankly, it couldn't have come at a better time for me.
A few months back, I had several of X’s business associate’s over for Indian food. One of the wives wanted to learn how to make a few dishes after having attempted to do so on her own with not so positive results. So, tonight, she came over and we made some basic dishes such as chicken masala, chole and dhal. I wanted to teach her a few dishes that she would actually cook again, on her own, and I think I succeeded. I gave her a "tour" of my spice cabinets and at one point, she said "how old is this jar?" when she noticed the label on the lid. Honestly? I remember the apartment, so it was 1992. You see, my #1 cooking tip is to take old GLASS jars, clean them well and keep your spices in them. Never, EVER keep spices in a PLASTIC jar - they will go lose their flavor or even worse, simply go bad. So, yes, I have been keeping my garam masala in the same jar since 1992 - although, obviously, I replenish the spice itself. Anyway, it was a very nice evening. We started cooking around 4:30 and the "guys" came home around 6:30 to eat. It was beautiful evening so we ate on the deck while Arun faked his version of crawling - enough to get him off the blanket at least. Very nice. Very relaxing.
The great thing about having company over is that it necessitates cleaning the house. Which isn’t a bad thing because I suspect having a clean house will make me feel better, too. When my life becomes disorganized, it gets me down.
I feel I am on an upswing and I hope it continues.