Not really, but I sure felt like it yesterday. I did all the things:
- Started a roast and rainbow carrots in the crockpot
- Rounded up all the dirty laundry–it was everywhere
- Made doo-doo balls (that’s what I’m naming those nut butter/oat/chia seed snack balls)
- Made a couple of decisions with Sunshine & Rude Ass down at the house
- Actually washed and dried all the laundry, AND got it put away
- Rounded up a giant canvass bag to collect aluminum cans in
- Rounded up all the stray aluminum cans and bagged them
- Cleaned the mess I made in the kitchen with the doo-doo balls
- Finished crocheting all the pieces of the floor pillow I’ve been working on
I’m kind of disgusted with how domesticated I was yesterday. I’m also kind of disgusted that I didn’t get the floors cleaned, because they’re kind of gross with little scraps of yarn and bits of grass and mud and all that other country fried shit that covers floors when you live in the buttfuck middle of nowhere.
Now for my monthly review:
- I did get some rest to heal my body. Unfortunately, most of it was forced on me my a couple of bouts of flu or something
- I did start tai-chi
- I made a hat out of one of the scrumptious secret Santa yarns
- The kitchen cabinets have been planned and the cabinet maker is working on them
- I did binge watch season 2 of “Travelers”, and I didn’t like the way it ended.
- I haven’t figured out what to do about the cinder block walls of the closet. There are so many ideas, it’s just hard to choose!
- The Christmas decorations are packed away
Not a bad month, if I do say so myself.
I do have my next guest post lined up for next week (The ecoFeminist… squeeee!). I decided that I don’t want to call the guest posts from other bloggers “meet the Flintstones” because I don’t want to insult them by including them in the insanity of the very real Flintstones/cave people that I live and work with. I think I’ll borrow a term from the Chickasaw Nation: citizens at large. That’s what they call citizens who live outside the tribal boundaries. I like that it stretches the nation/community outside of their geographical boundaries, and emphasizes that we are all connected. So, when another blogger is guest posting, those will be “citizens at large” posts, because the boundaries of the blogging community are spread far and wide. Each of you has touched me in very real ways, whether you’re “next door” in Oklahoma or “next door” in Canada, and I’m grateful for what each of you adds to my life. I’m hoping that the guest posts from other bloggers introduces you to new citizens at large that can touch your lives, too.
Now, this domestic goddess is off to go domesticate some shit. What that might be? Remains to be seen. I’m sure you’ll hear about it sooner or later. Who else is going to pat me on the back for adulting like an actual adult?
I love snack foods. I especially love snack foods when I’m at work. I love snack foods at work so much that I have snack foods in a bag, in the walk-in cooler, the cabinets, my pockets…
Side note: this week, I found a handful of unskilled roasted peanuts in the pocket of my coat. Of course, I ate them. I was hungry, what else would you expect me to do with them?
The problem with snack foods is that my primary physician says i have to lose weight. So, in keeping with doctor’s orders, I decided that I was going to make some snack balls to take to work with me. I used this recipe as my starting point. I added dark chocolate and increased the amount of coconut in it. I used the homemade vanilla I got from the EcoFeminist in our jar goods swap.
I had to get Mr B to come help me sample them, because he’s been an experienced cook for a lot of decades (It’s a Cajun thing), and he’s good at pinpointing what’s off and how to fix it. We wound up with a mixture we liked and I popped them in the fridge to set.
Trying to fit that cookie sheet in my dinky fridge just frustrated me all over again with the never-ending game of tetris my life has become. I’m so ready to be in the new house it’s not funny.
Now, I’m off to have a snack.
Final note: how did you expect me to end this post? I did warn you I love snack foods.
When I was out and about searching for seeds for beans to plant, I saw a package of the weirdest green beans that I had ever seen. It’s called the yard long green bean or something.
Of course, being the weirdo that I am, I had to buy some and give them a try.
We picked a couple the other day and ate them raw just out of curiosity. They’re really sweet. I think that this shall be the green beans I plant from this day forward. That’s a lot of green beans to can from not a lot of plants.
Like the neighbor’s zucchini.
final note: It was very hard, so I just used it as a vessel, kind of like a gravy boat. I sliced it in half and stuffed it with yellow squash, quinoa, sweet peppers, ground venison, and cheese.
I’ve been back in the blackberry patch a lot here lately. There are so many blackberries to pick, because there are so many things I want to try. Things like blackberry biscuits, blackberry honey butter, blackberry freezer jam, blackberry syrup, blackberry cobbler…
The big problem with this is the stickers and briars on the blackberry bushes. I look like I’ve been in battle.
Those blackberry biscuits with blackberry honey butter had better be fucking good.
The neighbors are bringing us a lot of zucchini.
Not only is the quantity of zucchini squashes large, the size of those zucchini squashes is large.
I don’t know what the fuck they’re feeding these zucchinis, but this shit is ridiculous.
I’m going to have to go through those pins that Tia is finding me for ways to cook zucchini that aren’t stir fry.
We have wild blackberries growing all throughout the back portion of the property. They’re growing so thick that it’s like the briar patch in that old Brer Rabbit story.
I made Mollie come with me to pick some blackberries yesterday and she kept trying to run home. So I carried her around to share in nature’s splendor (which was probably lost on her) and crawled through the blackberry thicket carrying a baby Mollie in one arm (she wouldn’t be still long enough for a selfie, that little wiggleworm).
and picked a handful of blackberries.
I could have picked a lot more if I had just let her run home but I’m trying to get her to not be scared of the clearing out back. Sunshine thinks she smells predator cats or some other scary thing out there, which could very well be true.
Tomorrow, I’m going to go out there without her and pick more blackberries. They’re starting to ripen, and if I leave them then the creatures will eat them all up. I don’t mind sharing with them, but I want some too!