I was re-reading all of my old blog posts the other day.
My life has changed a lot the past eight months. I started the blog (of course).
I changed the name four times.
I started sewing more, and made things for myself and my family.
We forgot about the freezer and cooked chicken four days in a row.
We planted our first Meadowbrook plot- after four years of dreaming…
… and almost killed said Meadowbrook plot. Whoops.
We met the Bessies.
We got some bitter watermelons, some heavenly cantaloupes, then forgot about the pumpkins- which by then had been nibbled at by who-knows-what.
And a (literal) ton of zucchini.
We made more soup-
and decided to half-homestead.
We made- and fell in love with- homemade toothpaste.
We made apple galettes- which totally should be as popular as pies. Even if I messed up the crust. And they literally lasted three minutes.
I realized that even though, arguably, it is warm enough for more lemon-basil ice cream, basil does not grow in Illinois in December. Alas.
That zucchini relish I made and canned did not kill anyone at Thanksgiving.
Neither did the pickles.
I realized that I probably ate half of that chocolate. Sorry, family.
Finals happened. And I put off studying until three weeks previous, and watched Studio C instead.
Food Rules went on to my Christmas list, as did Nourishing Traditions.
We tried, loved, and accidentally killed my kefir. (which, by the way, Google does not consider a word. Why is that?)
We ate a lot of pie.
We were pleasantly surprised by the amount of tomatoes that we got- than made salsa and sauce.
We learned that chard doesn’t need to be cooked to taste good.
We made terrible puns, drank apple cider and hot chocolate, looked back on the year- and smiled.
Here’s to 2016!