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In a resolution, of sorts, I have begun watercolor painting again. I first tried my hand at it in college, before meeting Greg (a very long time ago!), and mostly enjoyed it, but never got into the habit.

This happened again and again, buying supplies, doing a few paintings here and there, but never really establishing a practice. After making what I hope to be a final peace with my retirement status and a serious lack of reading material I care to actually finish, I needed a way out of my chitty-chattery head.

As I had a drawer full of brushes, a little paper, and plenty of paint, I gave it an initial whirl with the apple. Contented, I landed on making a few small paintings each week, bought more paper and some brushes for small, fine details, as I am not interested in large creations. I am truly happy to report my brain is delighted with the escape from overthinking!

This is nearly everything I’ve made, minus one painting for my cousin, as a housewarming gift, which she seemed to like, and pleased my ego. How about that?!

I am mostly satisfied, and will likely give the majority away, the mushroom already promised to someone who loves them. The church (Santo Tomas in Abiquiu) is part of a series I took pictures for last March in New Mexico, of places my Native and Mexican ancestors were baptised, as far back as the 1700s. I hope to frame and hang them in the living room. I am kind of excited and, fingers crossed, they turn out as I see them in my head. This one needs some more background, and I forgot some exterior lights, so I will keep at it.

Cheers!

In December

Welcome to high school hockey at Ed Robson arena at Colorado College. We went to support my cousin’s no longer little number 72. While the team didn’t win their games, our favorite player scored three goals, huzzah!

He and his Mom were in town for a tournament and stayed with us, during which time we learned: Number 72 has grown, both more adult and articulate, AND about seven inches taller since we last saw him, towering over me (zoiks!); our new pizza oven does okay indoors when making two pizzas, but four is akin to a three alarm fire, with all the cornmeal and a single pepperoni getting torched and smoking up the place. Still delicious, however!

Puzzle season began!

We also had some really weird weather in December. All across the state, the temperatures were in the sixties, sometimes seventies, the absolute warmest I can recall in my nearly forty years of life here, day after day. The heat hardly came on, and we were sporting early fall gear, like Greg’s short sleeve tee and jeans. It didn’t make us any less cuddly, however, just ask Juniper.

In January news, we’ve completely made up for it, with several storms, one with a lot of heavy snow, and a deep freeze of subzero overnight temperatures. We are just on the other side of it now, with a nice 41 degree afternoon as I type. Juniper is pleased as punch to finally get a walk!

Since our Dungeons and Dragons group dissolved, good grief, probably five years ago(!), we hadn’t done much playing, which made us a little sad. So, Greg dug through his original D&D gear (1980, I think?) and found an adventure for us. It was a new way of playing for me, drawing my own map, but I really liked it!

That title, right?! I have read, on more than one occasion, how, as we age, our worlds often shrink. We lose relations and companions to distance, death, and changing personalities (check, check, check). We like going out less (check). We’re more secure and possibly more stuck (or rooted?) in our ways (check, check).

So, in other words, a little explanation for why it is always food. My world has shrunk a bit. For the most part, I am okay with it. People do die, and time alters our wisdom and friendships. I do not wish to be friendless, but I also do not wish to be a doormat or punching bag or friend of very last resort. I prefer the sturdiness of an oak, reaching out in small ways and receding in others. Or, maybe, a river, ebbing and flowing and slowly altering course.

That said, I must eat for sustenance, and unlike my nephew of a tummy far more finicky than mine, I can eat more than meat alone. So, I remain a baker and cook and enjoy taking a photo of what I make. Above, I had leftover sweet potatoes and whipped them into gloriously crusty biscuits before tarting them up with homemade peach, marmalade, and strawberry jam.

I believe I have mentioned how our library has fewer and fewer actual books on the shelf, so I made the decision to get a tablet in order to expand my reading possibilities. It is a mixed blessing, mostly good, as so much is available literally on demand, and a little bit sad, because, gosh, do I miss the smell of physical books. I am one of those people, surprise!

In the actual on demand part, I scroll categories and press the borrow button with great ease. This cake represents a glorious case-in-point. During a happy cookbook scroll, I found, Cake Magic, by Caroline Wright, had a hankering for coconut, found this recipe, and I was off to the races! It was truly delicious, especially the perfectly toasted coconut on the exterior. Well, at least on the first slice, as it took up moisture from the frosting after that.

The book has a unique way about it, making a few different base cakes, then generously dousing them with flavorful syrups after cooling. I also like how I can easily scale down the recipes to make cute six inchers that aren’t total gut busters, yet ample enough to share a bit with the neighbors. I liked it so much, I bought a physical copy!

German potato sausage and mushroom soup, with toasty swirled rye.

For one of our joint birthday gifts, you may remember, we bought a portable outdoor pizza oven. We gave it quite a few tries but decided it was too finicky and passed it along about a year ago. We thought that was the end of pizza ovens, besides our regular one, and honestly, kind of lamented it. Our house gets exceedingly warm when heating the oven for pizza, so it was mostly relegated to rainy days and the cool season. A real shame!

Then, drumroll, while perusing one of my wonderful Libby Library app food magazines on loan, I spied the Current electric pizza oven, perfectly suited to indoor or outdoor use. It heats up, unlike ours, to a whopping 700 degrees in 20 minutes or less! It can even go hotter. Zoiks!

So, here we go on our maiden voyage. It was a warm day, and our kitchen remained at a normal temperature. We didn’t have to wait an hour to pop a pizza in. It didn’t lose heat after the first pizza. It was perfectly cooked. Goldilocks, we have lift-off!

When we lived in Pittsburgh, I stumbled upon Vivian Howard’s A Chef’s Life, her ode to family and the food of North Carolina. After moving here, and while our house was a shit show of construction woes and wins, I found it again on our local PBS station. Though I had yet to visit anywhere near Kinston (the closest we ever got was Raleigh in 2019), the show somehow felt like home. I liked Vivian’s honest, earnest approach to just about everything and would watch her from our makeshift bedroom/living room, uttering deep sighs of relief.

When the show ended, I was very sad about it and followed her on her other endeavors. I stumbled upon her, yet again, back on PBS, with Kitchen Curious. I don’t know how many episodes there are, but I binge watched seven in one happy sitting on our normal sofa in our normal living room (see above). In one of the episodes, she discusses reducing food waste and kitchen scrap upcycling with a delightful couple of sisters.

Inspired, she creates a beautiful pink syrup from apple peels, rosemary, sugar and water. Having all the ingredients in my very own kitchen, I made some, too. With it, I made apple soda, I also made two cocktails, using the soda and cream sherry in one and brandy in another. They both were a hit. Thank you, Vivian!!

In that vein, when a hankering for oatmeal raisin cookies strikes, and you only have a bag of depressingly desiccated raisins, do not despair! Mix equal parts maple syrup and bourbon (or brandy or rum or water), with the desired amount of raisins (one cup raisins to two tablespoons of each liquid here), heat over medium until syrupy, plump, and glossy, and you are good to go. Oh, and If you like the very round shape, I learned this from Cloudy Kitchen, take your largest round cookie or biscuit cutter, and scoot the fresh from the oven cookies into shape!

Finally, you made it to the end! It is Christmas baking season, and here are a few of what I made this year, from the top: Dutch Letter Bars, for which I will share an almond pulp recipe, peanut butter and toasted walnut fudge, and another find from my library magazines, crunchy fruity toffee bars (they use cornflakes and saltines!). Delicious…

Can’t resist a Price is Right reference and a handsome driver, especially since both are true. In January, I got to thinking about our environmental footprint and started researching cars. I’d heard too many horror stories from friends about hellish searches for charging stations on trips or cars simply shutting down, despite what looked to be ample battery life, and thusly eliminated any fully electric vehicle. That’s when I learned about plug-in electric hybrids. After reading all I could, we chose the KIA Sportage, as it was the highest rated in our price range and liked the look of it. We, coincidentally, bought it on Valentine’s Day, because enviro-friendly cars are for lovers!

It is a 34-mile electric vehicle (which sounds horrible) and a regular combustion engine, two cars in one. In defense of the low-mile electric, the vast majority of our driving, since Greg works from home, and I am retired (I landed on this kindness rather than continuing to say I gave up after so many rejections), is very local, maybe twenty miles, tops. On our big driving day, we do a loop to a favorite lunch place, the library, and the grocery store, and come home. The car is efficient, y’all, plus it has a cool Blade Runner sound in electric mode for the sci-fi nerds in us. The beauty is that we charge it in a regular three-prong, with a cord made special, all in the comfort of our garage, powered by our solar panels. I mean, seriously! So awesome.

In the event that we visit our parents or New Mexico or anywhere else we fancy, we use hybrid mode, and it does some special calculations to decide what engine is best and when. A cool feature, that I watch like a hawk, is the MPG. Before we went to the Pecos, since, as I mentioned, most of our trips are local and fully electric, it topped out at 999! We’re back at 45, but I am very keen to watch it tick up before our next adventure.

The patio is open for business! Please note the utter lack of blown debris on the concrete. This took what, at times, felt like a Herculean effort, as the area is a literal wind magnet, bringing in leaves, seeds, garbage from way off yonder, and, of course dirt, dust, and gravel. A real treat.

Not pictured, but delightful, is our babbling brook of a fountain, as well. We live large…

The light!!!

Juniper continues her modeling career, to great effect!

neighborhood poppy

I used to think I knew what this was, but I really don’t.

penstemon

Grandma’s rose! It is going bananas, even suckering to produce multiple bushes, about which I have no complaints.

wild garlic

mallow?

many flowered puccoon – such a dreadful name for a lively flower!

Vetch, methinks, based on those teeny leaves.

yucca

How about the local color, the majority of which are wildflowers. Thank you, Mother Nature. Thank you, very much!

The light made tree stumps of my legs, but whatever, my body is leagues away from perfect!

This reminds me, a few weeks ago, I went for a hair trim at Great Clips because my other delightful lady moved, and I didn’t want to bother with the hullaballoo of seeking out a new “salon” person. I’ve been going a couple years and never had a problem.

Anyhoo, at the end, she asked if I would like some layering at the bottom. Turns out, I’d been thinking texture and said yes, believing she’d pull out those funny scissors that do just that. Before I even had a moment to discuss it, she raised a hunk of hair and lopped off ten inches. I shuddered, but thought she knew what she was doing. I was VERY incorrect. After it was over, it looked as though I had two hair cuts: one a-line bob starting at the back of my head, down to mid neck in the front, and another very long layer below, only I couldn’t actually see it until I got home because she brushed it just right.

When your not terribly detail oriented husband says your hair looks “weird,” you know you have problems. I returned early the next morning, to a new batch of clippers and shocked them with the horror of my cut. It was repaired as best it could be (for free, thankfully), including the loss of about five inches off the bottom to make the two hairdo situation a little less so. I am hoping to have righted the ship by Christmas!

Let’s end on a literal high note (14,107 feet!), shall we? The beauty of Pikes Peak – cause it can’t, it won’t, and it don’t stop, to nearly quote the Beastie Boys.

My head is such a marvelous jumble of song lyrics…

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