So yes, it’s been a while. But one of the promises I made for the Month of May is that I would start writing again, after the long drought caused by having to be a care taker once more and then providing emotional support for my daughter, who in an odd twist of fate, ended up in that role soon after. But things are turning around and its spring, and the promise of new beginnings.
I convinced my German workaholic brain that yes, I can take an occasional day off that didn’t involve sitting in a waiting room of a hospital, so today I’m taking my adult son to see the Dali 17 museum in Monterey and then head over to Salinas to the Steinbeck Center. My mom loved Salvador Dali’s art and I inherited that gene and passed it on to my son as well. And having read John Steinbeck in high school and college, it never ceases to amaze me that I can take a short car ride and walk among the places that are described so vividly in his books.
In kitchen news, I broke down and finally bought a dehydrater. I swear that somewhere in my ancestral memories is a German woman who is convinced that the long cold winter is coming westward from Poland and her family is going to starve if she doesn’t stockpile food. So along with jars of jams, pickles, sauerkraut, canned home soup and homemade yogurt, we will now have dried fruit, and to my husband’s and son’s delight, jerky. I’m going to give it a try this weekend with some bananas and strawberries; I’ll report back results in a later blog. And bless my family for putting up with all my cooking adventures.
So until next time, bis bald!