Lughnasadh has come and gone, and I’m ready for the season to start changing. I can practically taste the crisp cool air of autumn on my tongue, but, it’s only ever just out of grasp.
I have my first batch of soup made and in the freezer. As soon as I’m not broke (which should be any paycheck now, I hope!!!), I’ll be buying bulk cheese and mixing up a batch of cheesy corn chowder to freeze as well.
The plan for today was to make some bread and freeze it, but, the world is singing to me and I cannot deny it long enough for bread to rise. The only reason I am inside now is that I am waiting for my time limit on the permanent crown to expire so I can EAT. I will probably bake some cupcakes just because in the meantime.
Sunday was a turning point, and I feel as though my soul is singing, despite the path ahead. But, that’s how it is with Her.
I’m busy combing other recipes for ideas to make ahead and freeze. The driveway at my house is akin to the opening crescendo of a roller coaster — we have no uninvited guests. ;) Still, with the cold weather coming on, even the thought of a little ice makes me uninterested in traipsing (let alone driving) down the hill, and thus, my hearth witch comes out in force.
I suppose it’s a rise in my motherly and naturely instincts. Either way, I intend to not let them go to waste.
I have a new job (I am so glad I am no longer unemployed–I hate that feeling!), university begins Wednesday next, I have a house I am ever so slowly turning into a home, I have a kitchen I can work in, three darling cats, and a wonderful partner.
Time to whip up some ginger sesame chicken and rice.