Heh. My computer hasn’t been playing nice with me lately: freezing in the middle of things, announcing that it is infected by some evil malware. The result, aside from my utter frustration, is that I couldn’t get my SOLs posted for the last part of the Slice of Life challenge. Fox, in her online savviness, found a DIY article about the exact malware that’s hobbled me. Last night I bought an external hard drive, and tonight I’m taking all my writing, music and photos off the computer and attempting to erase the badness. (If that doesn’t work, there’s still the Geek Squad at Best Buy.) It’s weeks now that I’m sans computer. I have my mini, but it’s just so small to be an every day machine. My big hands want a full-sized keyboard. My aging eyes want a bigger screen. Churning out grant proposals on this little machine made me tired. But I’ve decided to stop whining. I have a working computer, so I’m using it. I missed the last weeks of the Slice of Life challenge, and I refuse to miss my month of poetry.
But what to do with all the SOLs I wrote in the last half of March but never got to post? I like some of them. A lot. So, giving in to my love of the silly blog post title, I’m going to put them up over the next few weeks under the perfect-perfect heading: Island of Lost SOLs.
Here’s Lost SOL #1 from March 21st:
And the kitchen magic? Well, actually just cooking. The real magic of today is that we somehow managed to get all three proposals out the door with only an hour to spare before the deadline and got them all submitted. I still can’t quite believe it. If not for Mopsy and my boss, it would never have happened.
So, after more than a week of not enough sleep and almost no time off (Back to back weekends in the office is a bad plan, people. Learn from the error of my ways!), I came home tonight and … worked. I am tired enough to just have walked in the door and gone to sleep, but instead I decided I needed to make some soup and do some baking. Cooking always makes me feel better. And not just because I like to eat. I really like making stuff. And baking … baking is all that times 10. So, even on a night like tonight, cooking was a kind of relaxation therapy.
What was on the menu tonight? Baked Winter Squash Soup and whole wheat rolls. This time I took pictures:
I have recently felt the urge to bake yeast bread. I bake relatively often, but I’m queen of the quick breads, the ones that require baking powder or soda, not yeast. I made a spicy loaf of white bread a couple of weeks ago (really: it had cayenne in it!). As I was kneading the dough, I realized I hadn’t made yeast bread maybe since I was a teenager, still living at home. My mom was the bread baker. She used to make several loaves of delicious whole wheat bread a week — the family supply. I baked a little then, but never felt any pressing urge to do it. That was my mom’s territory. Then Fox started baking, and she was really good at it, so bread baking became her territory, too. Fear not, I had some territory of my own — lasagne, in particular, macaroni and cheese more recently. And I like quick breads, but they aren’t the same as the yeast ones.
With both Fox and my mom living three states away, I figure it’s high time for me to step into the territory I ceded to them so many years ago. And, while I’m not sure where the bread-baking yen has come from, I’m enojoying both the process and the yummy results!
Thick dough yielding under my hands
minute after minute, again.
Smell of yeast is a memory —
my mother and sister knew how,
knew this quiet ritual. Now
that knowledge comes at last to me.
My house smells like family, like love
steam from fresh loaves rising above
warming my face with history.
My eyes need
come rest yourself
— Ruth Forman
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