Well now that I have (finally) everyone settled and into safe schools (see my posts on Olde Baggs for details) http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8897790997537448009&postID=3550254022042668760 Shelley is at work, Sweet Man is on a new schedule and probably will not know his hours until the week before it happens, but he's a big boy and does pretty good on his own, I can breathe. Literally breathe in my freedom and the quiet.
I moved furniture (with help Skippy) and rearranged the kitchen baking and cooking stuff so that I could do what I love to do in a more efficient way. For some time now I have been cooking with a "lick and a promise" kinda attitude. If I got something to the table, rejoice, at least that was over. But then I got hooked on some foodie blogs and remembered the thrill of the hunt. The joy of the watching pleasure erupt at a new dish and an old favorite and the wow moments of discovery of new combinations. The cooking thing has even given me more of a rush as of late than my assemblage art hunts for parts, construction of sculpture and selling said "stuff" to someone who appreciates it for what it is.
Now don't get me wrong, I could no more give up my "arting" than I could breathing but this cooking thing is like relighting a candle. I used to thrill at creating something wonderful for my family. We were on a 1200 calorie Diabetics Diet for years and it was a kick to find new ways to put things together that were legal, healthy, and tasted like cuisine not cardboring (play on cardboard) as my FIL used to call his diabetic diet. Then Shelley went off to college, I was working full and a half time and well, it was only two of us and I got lazy.
I have oldies that I haven't cooked in years. Have pulled out a few and shared with some foodie friends. http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8897790997537448009&postID=6005604635648877958 Gotten some positive feedback which goodness knows we all crave. Now I imagined and created a kick ass Notcho Momma's Peach Crisp (also on Olde Baggs) http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8897790997537448009&postID=1833668163425815758 and am looking at that being added to a New Mexico cookbook (for me a big deal, I'm like a little kid or Sally Field's, they like me, they really like me).
So today dearies, I'm in a renewed mood. I needed to find the spark that still exists in me. I let things beat me down, life get in the way, excuses started being the clothing I wore. That's crap. SM took a Dale Carnegie class a million years ago and because of his dylexia, I read the lessons to him. So I took the course too (kinda) only I never got to make the speeches. Hey that's what blogging is. Anyway, there is a quote that has stuck in my mind all this time. "You cannot change anyone else, you can only change yourself".
So cooking is how I am reinventing a not so shabby me. And once again, I have to thank my bloggie buddies for bringing me back to myself. Excuse me, I have some more peaches (they are never ending, yeah) waiting on me in the kitchen.
Much bloggy love, The Olde Bagg