On the first day of the year, I typically bake a cake or a pie. I assessed the berries I froze last summer. I went through stacks of recipes. And then I decided that I really didn't have to bake something after all.
I wish I could end here with some little spiel about how it's a new year and I am learning to simplify, slow down.
Instead, Kidlet and I painted some test patches in her room.
I made pancakes.
I am getting ready to prep sauce, cheese, and toppings for the pizzas I am going to make tonight.
I started another load of laundry.
At least it has been peppered with a good deal knitting and dithering over what yarn I want to use for my next sweater project.
Perhaps I am moving toward balance? One can hope, in any case.
3 comments:
I will bake a cobbler in your honor. (I've been wanting to use the peaches I froze 2 summers ago that grew in my backyard and were the best I'd ever had. There is no time like the present!) Enjoy your New Year's Day.
always moving towards balance....
sounds like a good day oday.
perhaps you're just moving toward who you are. or maybe you're already there. :)
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