Thursday, August 10, 2023

The Blues

There is no blue without yellow and without orange." -Vincent Van Gogh

The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue." -Ryan Stiles

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1JGD7ABAQt6WnxD0c4PAsw9AbWTlfT0PA
Gotta admit this is pretty cute. 

Marigold yellow.
Coral red
Salmon pink.
Tangerine orange.

If you know me, you know that my go-to color story is warm tones. Especially during summer, I love bright bursts of sunshiny colors that make me feel upbeat and alive.

I'm good with greens too, to provide some quiet space between the bouncier hues.

But what I don't like is blue.

I know. That's so dismissive and unfair. 

But blue leaves me flat. Cool and unfriendly, blue has always struck me not as neither crisp nor refreshing but more of a dullard. I can't get excited about blue; he is just not the life of the party. Or at least my party.

Still.

Last month, when my second-born showed me a blue flowered ceramic dish straight out of the 1970s, I hit the Etsy Buy It Now button without blinking an eye. An hour later, I noticed a blue striped pitcher at the same shop and again, reflexively snapped it up. The two blue souls seemed destined to be together.

And a week later, as I pulled them from their box and settled them onto my counter, my brain immediately knew they needed a third. Reaching all the way to the back of my stash of goodies, I pulled another 70s classic - a blue ceramic vase.

Clustered together by my kitchen sink, these blue finds spoke to me as blue rarely does. 

They made me smile. 

And now, I might just have discovered a fondness for the blues. 

Monday, August 7, 2023

Cottagecore Princess

"The happiness of the bee is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it." 
-Jacques Yves Cousteau

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1yYUcnMZ-cGR8LcO4_BfOBMyYh--aIYYC

Nothing puts me in touch with my cottagecore roots like a beeswax food wrap.

These little beauties are cute but so much more than just pretty faces. With them in hand, I've tossed all the tattered plastic covers to my glass food containers, and hidden the plastic wrap in a shadowy corner of my pantry where I haul it out just once or twice a year.

Because, for my day to day food wrap needs, nothing beats beeswax.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1ro6Rydnp1Zd5OCrQeqK5Dtu1ebb6zPO5
Look, I set aside a special drawer in the heart of my kitchen for my beeswax food wraps and their cousins, the silicon storage bags. For my money, there's no higher compliment. 

I first encountered these gems when my fourth-born bought a set and used them to wrap her lunches for work. 

Half an apple? Wrap it up.
Handful of almonds? Fashion a little pouch and tuck them in.
Small single use package of hummus that may or may not be finished at lunchtime? Toss in an extra wrap to seal the opened package for the return trip home.

As I watched her put her beeswax to work in so many clever and useful ways, I was intrigued. So I bought a set for myself and dreamed up a whole bunch more ideas.

Cover a half melon.
Wrap up a block of cheese.
Keep the flies out of the outdoor dinner serving dishes. 

And my personal favorite, put a lid on leftovers. 

In the past couple years, I've built up an inventory of 8 or 10 of these marvelous creations in a variety of colors and sizes. Some were basic economy models, for others I paid top dollar but here's the thing - eventually, through regular use and even the most gentle cleaning, all my wraps lost their oomph. The wax faded away until I was left with floppy bits of cloth that even with the most encouraging and patient pressure would not conform to the shape of anything but a floppy bit of cloth.

So I slipped on my cottagecore can-do attitude and did what any self-reliant country homemaker would do. I Googled for a remedy.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1W4psaWc4pNaAUv6I7rqHzXD1iU0c6Am9
These are the secret sauce to rejuvenating a floppy beeswax food wrap. 
Worth their weight in gold. Or honey. 

And thank the maker, I found one. Though I made a few tweaks to the original DIY, this miracle cure is a snap.

1. Preheat the oven to bake at the lowest temperature possible. Mine is 200F. 

2. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

3. Lay out your floppy bits of cloth - either old, tired wraps like mine, or any bits of fresh cotton fabric.

4. Sprinkle beeswax pastilles onto the cloth, about a half teaspoon per square inch. Better to go under rather than overboard because you can always add more.

5. Slip the pan into the oven for about five minutes until the beeswax is melted.

6. Pull the pan from the oven and use your asbestos fingertips (or tongs) to gently, carefully, lift up one side of the cloth and hold it over the pan, allowing the wax to cascade down the cloth, filling in any gaps. Let any excess wax drip onto the parchment paper. 

7. After just a minute or two, the wax will have mostly hardened up. Gently lay the cloth on a rack to finish drying. 

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1ZFAYhABS8QZO4oDKA_j6S-X169_uIiMj
This is the freshest watermelon in town. 

I'll tell you what. The results of this process were radical. My beeswax food wraps are now more lush, waxy, and useful than they ever were before. Every time I use them, I hear bluebirds singing in the trees, smell fresh peach pies cooling at the window, and smile at the darling chipmunks playing at my feet. I feel a true cottage core princess, and thanks to my newly invigorated beeswax food wraps, my food is not only fresher but darn cuter than I ever dreamed possible. 

Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Gracie

"The only shame is to have none." -Blaine Pascal

"Dogs have boundless enthusiasm but no sense of shame." -Moby

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=12O6EuCBpsb7FRprH0hpUT4gNaZpi9t0x

Look, I'm not naming any names here.

But someone near and dear to me has been exercising some extremely poor judgment lately.

After two and a quarter years - yes, YEARS - of walking off leash like an angel:

trotting along sidewalks
stopping at crosswalks
coming to heel at my side whenever she's called
 
this certain someone has suddenly decided to break all the rules.

Which culminated this week in her dashing out into the street in front of not one but two moving cars.

One in each direction. She really pulled out all the stops.


https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1GBlgYFVQnFWEnss03idZ5ZEpiR17bB4I


Luckily, this unnamed individual chose to dart in front of the two safest drivers in the county, and both came to a quick stop. But I will not soon forget the complete heedlessness with which the red-headed perp dashed out into the street, wove around the two cars, and gleefully leaped into the brush on the far side of the opposite sidewalk.

In hot pursuit of what, you might ask.

And I'll tell you. Food trash.

Ugh. 

Once I carefully crossed the street myself, and hauled my trash-eating companion from the weeds, I issued a stern set of consequences for this behavior.

For the foreseeable future, my friend is on the short leash.

Oh sure, once we get onto the web of walkways and private lanes that wander behind the school, I'll allow for some freedom. Girl's gotta get her exercise or we both suffer.

But any time we are walking next to an actual street, she's clipped in and I'm clamping down. I'm cutting her literally no slack. 


https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=11yyDfVdpQ1tduQVFfe7bIvXkf7pXiGxt


I'd like to think my charge is embarrassed, remorseful, or at least well on the way to learning her lessons. But I don't think that's true. Honestly, she seems just as chuffed as ever to be out in the world even if she is at the end of twelve inches of leash.

I don't think she feels even a tiny tingle of shame. 

Just the same, I won't mention any names.