Sometimes it seems like I can just never get ahead. We spent the loveliest week in West Yellowstone, but I cannot for the life of me get caught up here at home! Laundry, Sam, gardening, Sam, canning, Sam, feeding this family, organizing my closet, finishing the myriad projects in various stages of completion etc. Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to run up an avalanche. So, last night when a loooong day of canning, pesto-making, laundry, and lentil soup making culminated in forgetting to put the honey and additional yeast in a double batch of bread, I threw in the towel. I pulled out those flat, little bricks and knew immediately what had happened. Despite the full jars of tomatoes on the counter, the cauldron of soup (enough to freeze for three future meals!), and the towering stacks of freshly-folded laundry, the day all of a sudden felt like I had accomplished zilch.
So, I bailed on book club, had my fair share of stress-zapping hugs from the hubby, and enjoyed a leisurely meal of curried lentil soup, garden salad and whole wheat naan fresh from the oven. The meal, consequently, was punctuated by airborne noodles and peas from Sam's end of the table, but was satisfying nonetheless. After dinner we unwound to a movie. Is there anything like a good movie to let you completely step out of your own skin and just breathe new air? Different accents, foreign scenery, a drama to get completely absorbed in. Oh, and the popcorn! I have some sort of Pavlovian response to it. We do ours with coconut oil, maple syrup and cinnamon; as soon as I sink my teeth into one of those crunchy, white morsels I'm instantly at ease.
