A large part of my life has been spent in the kitchen, while
I was growing up and then while my kids were growing up. My kitchen is still a
busy place, even in my 60s. I love baking, especially breads. I raised the kids
on natural food and homemade bread. There was a time when they thought a juicy,
crisp sugar snap pea was a treat. We ended up moving to the city, and the kids
are all urban now, unlike mom, yours truly, who made it back to the country. So
far back, there’s no electric available for at least a mile. It was rough going
for a few years, like I explained in my first post, Living Simple is Not Always Simple, but gradually I’ve been creating a cozy cottage-like kitchen
and garden. I can live rough by some standards but I need some beauty and
elegance, not just survival, which to me means just hanging on. It’s what I do
when things are at their worst. Prepping at least sounds more optimistic,
although still it is giving thought (and therefore energy) to disastrous
conditions. I try to prep, though. I’ve learned the hard way what happens if a
blizzard or a flood comes along and I don’t have enough potable water on hand or
I run out of food or firewood, or reading material (ouch!) That is not a good
place to be. So I make it fun by combining prepping with designing a really
cute, old-timey kitchen where I can make my soaps, can my organic tomatoes, browse
a shelf full of cookbooks and challenge myself to find creative and delicious
ways to serve natural foods like vegetarian burgers or yummy pesto.
And where I can bake awesome artisan breads just by stepping outside to
the earth oven that I built this past summer.
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