I was like a machine today! It doesn’t happen often so when it does, I just go with it. Why did I wake up at 7:30 on a Sunday? I have no idea and I hate to waste a sleep in day but when you’re up, you’re up.
I washed all of the downstairs curtains and six of the nine windows. The widows themselves weren’t difficult…it was the mini blinds. I loathe mini blinds but it’s not my house so they have to stay up. Two of the six were pretty rough and I’m sure the one over the kitchen sink will be rough too. That will be a project for Wednesday.
I had all of my food prep, including a prepping a roast for the crockpot done all before the Girl even rolled out of bed. I could have used her help putting the living room curtains back up, it was a struggle but I managed. I’m done now, the Girl can do the dinner dishes.
I did a new thing yesterday. A local business was hosting a clothing swap and you know how I feel about fast fashion so I signed up right away. I had asked SB if she wanted to come with because she feels the same way. She didn’t realize that it was a link I sent and the medium- large size had sold out so I went by myself. It was small but nice and I picked some pieces that I may not have picked if I was in a store. I figured if it didn’t fit, I could upcycle it. My favorite piece was the crocheted swim suit cover up, now I feel like I need to visit a beach. I didn’t use all of my points so I am ahead of the game for next time. She gave us a nice reusable bag with our purchase and that’s what I will fill up as needed for the next swap.
My dreams have still been off the charts this week. Have you ever heard of soul retrieval? I have dreamed about the old house more than once this past week and again…I feel like I left something there. I think it might be a part of myself? I’m not a Shaman nor am I qualified to do a soul retrieval but I don’t think my dreams are aware of this? I’m not sure what healing is happening on that level but there is definitely a healing happening.
I have also been experimenting a little with old time Appalachian recipes. I thought I would start with killed lettuce. Lettuce is something I eat every day and I love bacon so why not? I had some red leaf lettuce so I used that. I chopped up some green onions, added it to the lettuce and tossed it with apple cider vinegar. I crumbled up some bacon which I had cooked earlier in the week and then took some bacon grease out of my under the sink jar and heated it up. I poured it over the lettuce and tossed to mix. Honestly….it tasted pretty awesome. As the grease cooled it started leaving a glaze on the bowl which grossed me out a little. It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I realized….killed lettuce was trying to kill me. Whoa!! It was a very explosive morning after. I think next time I will do everything the same, except…..I will heat up some olive oil and I will add a little bit of bacon grease for flavor before I toss it.
I think that might work? That was the whole point of me trying these recipes…to make them in a way that I can eat them. You know…soy free, gluten free, and as whole food as possible. It’s an experiment so who knows? I do know that my people ate a lot of beans and I do not. This is where I have to remember that I am only half Appalachian. I do want to try as many things as I can. The apple stack cake is on the top of my list.
My aunt said that this was her favorite thing that my grandmother made. My grandma dried her apples in the sun and froze them until she needed them. There are many different recipes for this old fashioned Kentucky mountain specialty. It’s much like the cookie table tradition that I am accustomed to…sort of. The cookie table started when all of the family members would bake cookies to bring to a wedding. It is a local Italian tradition. According to my aunt, my grandma said that each of the women in the family would bake a layer and then assemble the apple stack cake as a wedding cake. Similar but different.
I am much more focused on tradition than dates and facts but I have always been that way. My ancestors are much more than a date when they were born and when they died….I am more curious about everything in the middle. I know, I know…I am always difficult…..Zia