Menemsha fishing shack.
It’s Cleaning Friday! At last!
Cleaning Friday is something I started early this summer to ease my wearied mind. We already had Sewing Sunday (which has become more of a Crafting Sunday, but whatevs) so I could look forward to having a solid day every week where everyone knew that is what would be getting done. They all know not to bug me to do other things on that day.
Cleaning Friday was born out of the same idea. I am forever trying to get and keep this house in order, but it’s mostly a losing battle. Fridays were the day I would work at it the hardest so that I didn’t have to worry about it for the weekend. Neve and I decided that if we made Friday a dedicated cleaning day where everyone pitched in the rest of the week would be a little easier.
It works like a charm.
The house still gets pretty messy during the week, believe me. And there is still maintenance cleaning that has to be done daily, like the dishes. But by and far this is a happier arrangement for everyone. I am less cranky because I know that reliably there will be one day a week where everyone is scrubbing, vacuuming and mopping.
I t has freed my mind to focus on other projects rather than housework all the time. It’s also rather wonderful to relax over my cup on coffee come Saturday morning in a nice, clean house.
Just don’t clean up this crafty stuff – I is nesting.
You’re going to have to forgive this bit of self-indulgence in advance, please.
But first, a bit of backstory:
Coconut is terribly in love with Daisy. Daisy, well, she just wants to be friends, thanks. More than one person has suggested that we hold a donkey wedding, but, before you fire up the ol’ Pinterest board, Coconut needs to ask Daisy whether she’d like to be made an honest minidonk.
“Let us go then, you and I,
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a goat, sleeping sprawled along the haybale.”
“Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For grazings and grass-lazings which a minute will reverse.”
“I should have been a pair of ragged hooves
Shambling across the hills of empty pastures.”
“And it would have been worth it, after all.
To have squeezed the universe into a ball,
To roll it toward some overwhelming question”
“I have heard the donkeys singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.”
By special request, I made a couple of dice bags yesterday afternoon. Dan chose the fabric and requested a velveteen lining. He wanted something to hold 100 dice for himself and a larger one to hold 300 for his friend. I used this tutorial with the sizes written for the smaller bag and then scaled up to a 6″ circle and a 9″ x 19″ rectangle for the larger bag. I wanted the bags to cinch up with the cording so I made two buttonholes on opposite sides of my rectangles. When the bag was ready for cording I threaded one piece through one hole, around the bag and back out again. Then I threaded the second piece of cording through the other hole, around the bag and back out again. I tied the ends of each piece of cording into and overhand knot and trimmed.
The only thing more incredible than all the garden’s changes over the past two weeks is how little I’ve noticed them.
The cowpeas have taken over the whole bed!
The turnips, beets, carrots, and rutabags have all come up and need to be thinned out– it’s also almost time to plant the other half of the bed with the same crops.
The Hungarian Paprika peppers are ripening. We tasted one the other day– the flesh is super-sweet, but the seeds inside are kicky. They might be my favorite new pepper, especially after we smoke them.
I planted only two flats of brassicas, but that translates to a lot of broccoli/brussels sprouts/cabbages, especially since each plant requires at least a foot of space around it. I’ve been tucking them anywhere I can find room– the best ones are growing, believe it or not, in the shade of the quite-large pepper plants. It was, of course, a total accident, but I do like when my ideas work out.
A few weeks ago, Zac dug up all the horseradish to make, um, horseradish, for himself. You’d never know it, though, because they’re back, and they’re more and stronger than ever. I think the people who warned us about growing horseradish knew what they were talking about!
In other condiments, we’re also growing a bed of mustard. I have a feeling that it might winterkill, in which case, at least we’ll get to eat the greens!
Some things, however, never change. For instance, Mouse Melon Mania.
The leeks are also doing wonderfully. I made vichyssoise the other day, actually, and felt like the most self-sufficient person in the world (homegrown potatoes, homegrown leeks, and home-milked heavy cream! All we need is a salt mine and we’re set.)
I haven’t made Frito Pie in a really long time but Jason had some at the rodeo earlier this summer and requested it again this week. We used to have this at football games in high school and it came right in a small bag of Fritos, slit along the side. I couldn’t find small bags of Fritos so ours is just in bowls but it tastes just as good.
Frito Pie, home version
1 bag Fritos
2 pounds lean ground beef
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 large sweet onion, finely diced
2 tablespoons garlic, minced
14 ounces canned crushed fire-roasted tomatoes
half a can of water
1/2 cup ketchup
2 or 3 tablespoons cumin
1 or 2 tablespoons ancho chili powder
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
salt to taste
shredded sharp cheddar cheese
Coat a large deep skillet with the olive oil and brown the meat over high heat. As it begins to approach done, remove excess fat. Add the onion and garlic and continue to cook until onions are soft. Add remaining ingredients except for cheese and chips. Simmer gently ten minutes or until thickened. Serve over chips and top with cheese.
Do you find yourself thinking that the books you read would be good on film? Do you wish the things you watched on TV or in the movies were available as book?
Some really can’t be converted, of course, but some definitely can (and it’s not always the ones you think will work). There’s something to be said for different forms of media, but a good story is universal … or is it??
Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!