Saturday, January 01, 2011
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.