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I am filled with a profound sense of well-being. :-)
(How cool is that? :-)
Possibly you've noticed that I've been rather morose, irritated, anxious, etc. in the last slew of posts.
I made squash tonight.
I took one of the squashes -- small, orange, drop-shaped, fibrous-fleshed -- that grew in the garden last summer.
I felt better just to be picking it up. :-)
I cut it open with my axe, and scooped out the seeds (some of them are now drying on my cutting board, the rest have gone into the compost).
It was 'round about this point that something started dawning on me. :-)
I felt *better* just working with this squash, just scraping out the seeds and preparing it for cooking.
:-)
I poured apple cider into a shallow dish and added the squash, cut-side-down.
I baked it at 400F for an hour.
The cider caramelized.
The sqaush was soft, the fibers cooked to smoothness, and the cider's sweetness mixed with the smokey-bitter flavour of the squash, and was quite beautiful.
I may have said, back when I made that batch of brownies last week, that I sometimes forget how much I actually enjoy cooking.
I do. Sometimes I treat it like it's a chore, or something that I have to get done by a certain time, or something.
But this was so, so simple.
(I bought a pre-cooked chicken from loblaws, and one of those tastey half-sized baguettes, too, so really the only thing that ever saw the inside of my oven was the squash).
And I felt *so* good when it was done.
Now, I can happily reference the whole cyclical nature of food, how I nurtured the squash last summer, and now she's feeding me, and her seeds will end up growing in my garden in a few months (Only a few months! :-) and I'll be tending those plants then that will feed me over next winter.
But: This is simpler than that, I think. I just had this wonderful feeling of "I made this". But also of: "It likes me". :-)
It was wonderful. :-D (And is still here, a good hour or so later. :-)
So yay. :-)
I think if I ever get around to writing that cook book, I'll have to talk about how food ties into (A) my sense of self-worth, and (B) my sense of religion. :-)
I think that needs to be said, and that it would be good. :-)
In other news: As it turns out, Around the Goddess will not being doing an equinox ritual. Due to lots of crossed wires, and an (intelligent) executive descision to Just Say No to more headaches. :-)
So that's one less thing for me to worry about. :-)
I do, however, get to do a big altar-piece for the Salon. So that will be fun and good. :-)
I need to come up with some stuff to put in The South. Everything else is mostly sorted out, but the Southern quarter is a bit sparse. (Heat, prosperity, energy, confindence, courage... Suggestions? :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-D
(How cool is that? :-)
Possibly you've noticed that I've been rather morose, irritated, anxious, etc. in the last slew of posts.
I made squash tonight.
I took one of the squashes -- small, orange, drop-shaped, fibrous-fleshed -- that grew in the garden last summer.
I felt better just to be picking it up. :-)
I cut it open with my axe, and scooped out the seeds (some of them are now drying on my cutting board, the rest have gone into the compost).
It was 'round about this point that something started dawning on me. :-)
I felt *better* just working with this squash, just scraping out the seeds and preparing it for cooking.
:-)
I poured apple cider into a shallow dish and added the squash, cut-side-down.
I baked it at 400F for an hour.
The cider caramelized.
The sqaush was soft, the fibers cooked to smoothness, and the cider's sweetness mixed with the smokey-bitter flavour of the squash, and was quite beautiful.
I may have said, back when I made that batch of brownies last week, that I sometimes forget how much I actually enjoy cooking.
I do. Sometimes I treat it like it's a chore, or something that I have to get done by a certain time, or something.
But this was so, so simple.
(I bought a pre-cooked chicken from loblaws, and one of those tastey half-sized baguettes, too, so really the only thing that ever saw the inside of my oven was the squash).
And I felt *so* good when it was done.
Now, I can happily reference the whole cyclical nature of food, how I nurtured the squash last summer, and now she's feeding me, and her seeds will end up growing in my garden in a few months (Only a few months! :-) and I'll be tending those plants then that will feed me over next winter.
But: This is simpler than that, I think. I just had this wonderful feeling of "I made this". But also of: "It likes me". :-)
It was wonderful. :-D (And is still here, a good hour or so later. :-)
So yay. :-)
I think if I ever get around to writing that cook book, I'll have to talk about how food ties into (A) my sense of self-worth, and (B) my sense of religion. :-)
I think that needs to be said, and that it would be good. :-)
In other news: As it turns out, Around the Goddess will not being doing an equinox ritual. Due to lots of crossed wires, and an (intelligent) executive descision to Just Say No to more headaches. :-)
So that's one less thing for me to worry about. :-)
I do, however, get to do a big altar-piece for the Salon. So that will be fun and good. :-)
I need to come up with some stuff to put in The South. Everything else is mostly sorted out, but the Southern quarter is a bit sparse. (Heat, prosperity, energy, confindence, courage... Suggestions? :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-D
