My life has suddenly become rather focused on compost in the last few days. I’ve been, as I’ve mentioned in the past, rather interested in food waste for awhile.
While my interest in compost has remained about at the level mentioned in the linked post, my compost solutions have improved. Sort of.
They’ve improved in that I have a couple of potential methods now to compost some of this stuff. I spoke in the above link about “a specific composting system” that Bill and I would acquire some two or three years ago. And we kept putting it off because we didn’t know what to do with the finished compost. I’d chat with folks, but no one needed it.
Well, serendipity struck. That system? It’s an electric, indoor composter.… Continue reading →
It was SO MUCH FUN to do Beer 1Up last year, that I said right then and there I’d like to do it again.
Luckily, Eric and Jeremy felt similarly. And Emporium Arcade? They agreed to host us again this year.
Not only is this going to be awesome fun, again, but it’s going to be BIGGER. AND BETTER.
Why? Well, for one thing, it’s more beer. We got to pour from four taps last year, this year we have twelve. For another, Emporium nearly doubled their size since last year, so THERE’S SO MANY MORE GAMES. More brewers! More games! More beer! CAN’T LOSE.
And, our four original breweries have graciously agreed to come pour again. We’ll get to see what they’ve been up to in the last year.… Continue reading →
Today I am enjoying the silence. It’s a pretty noisy silence. The freezer compressor is going. The busy street outside remains busy. There’s the occasional bird cry. I expect at some point I’ll hear very loud music. My upstairs neighbors will move and all three of them are heavy walkers, so there will be the dully thudding of footsteps at some point. A truck just gently honked.
But, with the exception of pre-recorded message on the bus announcing it’s route, I’m not hearing voices. Which, despite my extroversion, is delightful.
It’s a funny thing, to be an extrovert who is mostly surrounded by introverts. I’m generally the person to invite people over, I’m expected to be the one who makes sure conversation happens (which isn’t the same as driving the conversation, and I’m expected to know that distinction too).… Continue reading →
One of my most recent posts was simply a photo that showed what makes me really feel that I’m in my mother’s kitchen.
It’s not the recipes. It’s the tea. And the big ol’ slab of a cutting board with a scorch mark. The recipe box. But not the recipes. My mother doesn’t, and hasn’t ever, needed recipes. But she has them.
I don’t know how many times I’ve said, nor how many times I will say, that I didn’t learn to cook from my mother. That I spurned that offering and have, as such, had to do a lot from scratch a thousand miles away.
I’ve gotten there. I’ve become deeply invested in food and cooking. Thus, my most recent visit home, I expected to cook.… Continue reading →
I’m back in Chicago on Monday (effectively). I am going to do some sort of follow up to my last post, about being in my mother’s kitchen. What all would you like to read about and/or see?… Continue reading →