Much more into cooking. Bread is working although not spectacular. I am ready to believe that my first loaf was an hallucination. I'm in consultation with my bread guru and hopeful. Mushroom Barley works, Butternut Squash and Italian Sausage works, Borscht works. Janet likes the Fish Stew but I hate fish. I'd rather swim with them than eat them. Some are more problematic: Jamaican Oxtail Stew was better the first time and I don't know why although the stew recipe needs to be adjusted for the pressure cooker. Less liquid, add veggies later in the cooking.
And now, I'm baking sourdough. Amazed at the changes life brings.Something I could not see before. I don the apron and wash my hands. Carefully, I remove the foundation of my offering from its vault. It has waited, patiently, living slowly, maintaining a connection to the earth. A thousand steps, a thousand questions. Instructions are ritual.
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A lesson learned, and now back to the search for truth, I perform the ritual again, hoping for a better result
We shall see. And ginger beer. Another offering to the earth which is returned multiplied.Offer the juice of ginger and lemons, properly prepared; receive, a refreshing, intoxicating, carbonated nectar.
Cooking has continued. I bake bread from wild yeast, offer it to the goddess through fire, and receive nourishment in return.
Cooking is our direct connection to the natural world. We build our flesh from the living world. We live at this world's sufferance. Can we understand this while there is time.