• the quotidian (3.7.22)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace

    You do know the proper way to eat shredded wheat, right?

    A friend wrote about peanut noodles so of course I had to make some right away.

    My new favorite fast food: with a blend of different raw cheeses, and lots of them.

    So many leftover frostings, so I made a chocolate cake to have a place to put them.

    Cheesemaking day: Gouda Divino (may it live up to its name, hear! hear!)

    Didn’t make the spaghetti, nor did I get around to (those particular) desserts.

    Puzzling.

    Chica got chicks.

    Peep.

    Rockin’ the blues.

    These two: 🖤
    photo credit: my younger daughter

    My heart.

    This same time, years previous: berry crostata, how we homeschool: Sarah, roasted sweet potato salad, a few good things, the quotidian (3.5.18), the quotidian (3.6.17), the quotidian (3.7.16), by the skin of my gritted teeth, wintry days, to market, to market, oatcakes.

  • weekend watch, #1

    At this point, the kids are pretty low maintenance (it helps that there’s only two of them), but even so, when we learned they’d be gone on a choir trip for a couple days last week, my husband took Friday off so we could fully appreciate the silence and calm. We putzed around the house, working on our individual projects: he fixed vehicles; I made cheese and wrote. In the evenings, we made popcorn and watched Succession, and one of the mornings, I made a heaping plate of cinnamon raisin toast to go with our coffee.

    And if you want to make it for yourself (you do), here’s how:

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    And here’s Tuesday’s video, in case you missed it:

    xo!

  • five fun things

    For awhile now, I’ve been on the lookout for an extra-large mug for hot tea. Ordinary mugs are too small — if I go to the trouble of making tea, I want it to last for a good while — and I didn’t want the bowl-like ones (two wide) or skinny tall ones that taper at the bottom (too wobbly) And then just this week I found these at the thrift store.

    There was a whole selection, but I limited myself to just three. Even at thrift-store prices, they weren’t cheap (7 dollars per mug), and I didn’t know if I’d actually like drinking out of them. Plus, since they’re so big (each mug holds an ample pint), I knew I wouldn’t use them for company — I only needed one or two for myself. 

    Turns out, they’re fantastic and now that I see that one mug goes for 26 dollars, I’m kinda wishing I got the rest (even though I don’t actually need them).  

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    I’m thoroughly enjoying Suleika Jaouad’s memoir about being diagnosed with cancer as a young adult, making it through, and then figuring out how to live without the cancer. Somehow she manages to write her story in such a way that it’s moving without being depressing. (The last book I read, though, was super depressing [and so good I bought it]. I think I’m due a comedy, or at least something uplifting. Suggestions?)

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    Currently, my husband and I are binging Succession. Something about the show — probably the excessive wealth — reminds me of Downton Abbey, but with cell phones and prolific cursing. (Shh, don’t tell my husband; he hates that show.) The characters are horrible, yet so human. In spite of myself, I find myself caring about them. My husband and I will sit around in the evening discussing their motives and foibles as though they’re real. (We both agree, though, that if one of them doesn’t begin to show signs of positive growth soon, we might have to give it up.) My biggest takeaway? I love my ordinary life.

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    Regarding my problem with rough feet: remember that foot scraper that my mom bought for me? Well, I finally busted it out and WOW. After using it just two times, I started sleeping without socks (flannel sheets and rough feet do not a happy sleeper make), and I haven’t slept without socks for months

    I hate the feel of rasping a grater over my skin as much as the next person, but I made myself do it and it doesn’t bother me much anymore. About twice a week, right before jumping in the shower, I give my feet a good going-over. (After experimenting with using it on both wet feet and dry, I’ve decided that using the rasper on dry feet is more effective.) It only takes a few seconds and my feet feel amazingIt’s a game changer, I tell you.

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    I’m still undecided about this YouTube experiment. It’s a lot of fun, and I love this medium for teaching — I enjoy sharing what I’m learning, and I like how taking videos of myself helps me shrug off my perfectionist tendencies — but it takes a lot of time, and I’m not sure who my audience is, or how much I should attempt to blend the two platforms. (I’ve read that blog readers tend to be different from YouTube viewers, so I don’t expect there to be much overlap.) For now, I’ve decided to stick with the plan: I’ll post a new video every Tuesday and Friday, and I may start sharing the videos here on the weekend — Saturday morning Murch TV, anyone? — and after a few months I’ll reevaluate.

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    It’s Friday and I’m looking forward to making a massive cup of spiked hot chocolate this evening and then settling in for a couple episodes of Succession (in quick succession). Have a great weekend, friends!

    This same time, years previous: berry crostata, the quotidian (3.2.20), the quotidian (3.4.19), classic German gingerbread, creamy Costco-esque cake filling, kids and money: how we’re doing it, tradition!, girl party, grocery shopping, air, print, internet, a monument to childhood.