Monday, 13 February 2012

Thought kitchen. Still cooking.



Oh.  In the kitchen of my mind several pots are boiling and there are thought-pies and dream desserts everywhere half-constructed or at least begun – but I cannot see even a snack in a sufficiently finished state to put on a plate and serve up to you.  Gah.  I am caught on the hop. I’m still thinking.

What about you?

What are you thinking about today?

Any spare thoughts left over to share here?





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365 366 Day 44 (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, see here



This book was borrowed, so technically it should have been leaving the house anyway.  But its owner lent it to me about four years ago, when we lived in a completely different part of the country, and it just came along on the voyage somehow.  Part of the 365 clear-out has been to round up the various book, CDs, DVDs etc I have borrowed and get them back to their rightful owners.  It frees up more space than I expected!
When I returned it I did also add a book of my own as a gift, and I have been trying to do that in general with the Exodus of Borrowed Items.
The little stone on it is just there so the label with my friend's name and address is not displayed far and wide on the internet.
   

12 comments:

Slippyroad said...

I had a productive weekend. Scrubbed the kitchen floor and then dirtied it again by making a lovely chicken vegetable stew followed by bread. I used my new meat grinder for the first time to turn chicken leg meat into ground chicken. This meat was from roosters culled from flocks we had hatched from our laying hens. As I tend to treat the dark chicken meat like beef, I was glad to see the meat grinder worked to produce a "ground beef" substitute and to find another way to use up this less than popular meat.

Deborah said...

Spare thoughts to share? Hmmm...

God is good...always. I am not...mostly. I need to tidy up and sort out more things to send to the charity shop. Decluttering is an ongoing process and I think it's time to move furniture around. Recycling is a hassle but a necessary one. Tomorrow I am baking a cake for my Mum's birthday on Wednesday. I'm thankful that the fabric arrived to make the flower brooches for my friend's wedding. I really want some chocolate.

That is the contents of my brain...now it's empty I shall go fill it with something else :-D

Deborah said...

Oh...and I didn't like The Poinsonwood Bible...one of the only books I really wanted to burn after reading.

Ember said...

Julie F in Duluth STILL keeps getting blocked by Blogger (Grrr!) but sent this comment by email:

"Trying again - maybe Blogger will look the other way while I'm trying to slip a comment in. :) What am I thinking about today? I'm thinking of a cottage, a fire, a book, some birdsong, a cup of tea, a comfy bed, and family wholeness and joy. And you may gasp or furrow your brow to know this, but The Poisonwood Bible was one of those rare books that roused admiration and anger in me. Brilliant writer, but I'm one of the three people on earth who hated the book. :(

Blessings on your week, dear Ember...."

Ember said...

Hiya friends - nice to meet you Slippyroad (unless I know you by another naem from somewhere else?) Impressed by your industry in the kitchen today!

Interested to hear Debs and Julie that you don't like The Poisonwood Bible. And now I have a confession to make. Even though my friend lent it to me four years ago and I've had it ALL THIS TIME, I haven't actually read it. Nope. Not even opened it. Why? Because deep in my viscera I react against seeing the words "poison" and "Bible" in the same sentence; and because I associate the word "wood" with trees and the cross of Jesus - and I don't like them being herded into the same corral as "poison" either. I guess that's silly? Even so, on account of that I never even opened the book. So I cannot comment on what's inside it. But my friend found it excellent.

Deborah said...

Brief Synopsis by me:

Nasty mean missionary takes wife and daughters to Belgian Congo, screws up everybody's lives. The End.

Ember said...

Oh, right. So I didn't miss much . . .

Deborah said...

Only the almost irresistable urge to slap the author with a wet fish...

maria said...

Trying not to feel guilty because I had to go shopping for new boots and shirts that actually fit. My husband's insistence, so in a way, it was not frivolous spending :)

Have a peaceful day!

m.

Ember said...

:0D That's what I like to see! A right-thinking husband! Enjoy! xxx

Rapunzel said...

Leftover thoughts to share:
Four years ago I came to live in this forest valley. This is the first winter I haven't wished (obsessively) that I were anywhere but here. I must be getting used to a life that is mostly solitary.

My wardrobe of a handful of more or less identical homemade dresses has been in constant use since 2007. The homespun cotton is a bit lighter in color, but there is no sign of wear so far.
On the other hand I am spending this morning mending the Manimal's boughten black denim jeans and a blue denim shirt that are perhaps two years old, and this is far from being the first mending for either of them. Mending his clothes is one of the constant activities of my life.
Is it that he is really hard on clothes? Is it that despite being thicker denim is not really stronger than homespun? Is it that he feels his clothes should be washed when they have been worn, but I believe mine should be washed when they actually get dirty, and my dresses being protected by aprons are much less subject to the rigors of the washing machine and are never machine dried?
In theory I could save myself a lot of work by persuading the mister to switch from his customary jeans and shirts to the obviously superior long homespun dresses and aprons, but this is so unlikely to be agreed to that I will not bother to suggest it. I will make him a couple of shirts though, and see if they outlast commercially made ones.

Ember said...

:0) Thank you for this wonderful comment! So vivid, I felt as though I could see you!