I was busy yesterday. I had a lot to do in the house, but it felt like such a good baking day that I decided pie and cake trumped cleaning.
I'd been meaning to get at a few cupboards for a few days now. We have dried fruit, pasta, rice, etc. that needs to be sorted and rearranged. The various flours we have are jumbled together and need to be straightened out. The cupboards with the oils and vinegars ... never mind. I don't want to talk about it.
Instead, I baked a peach upside down cake, a peach pie, a loaf of bread ( in a machine but I still had to triple-sift the flour) butterscotch brownies and Katherine Hepburn Brownies. (I add cayenne.)
In between the pie and brownies I made Potatoes Romanov. These are potatoes mashed with cheese and sour cream then left to set for a few hours. They need to be baked before serving. It counts.
During the course of all this I kept wanting to get at the cupboards plus I had peas to shell and beans to blanch and freeze. I felt swamped. Dishes piled up. Instead of thinking about what I'd done I was focused on what needed to be done and became somewhat anxious.
Then my thinking changed. I realized this was all about food. I was getting upset because I had too much food.
I decided this was
b)offensive to those who have so little
Once I realized this I had to laugh at myself. Gratitude replaced the feeling that nothing was being done. Plenty got done. I had the pile of dishes to prove it.
I had a counter overflowing with dirty dishes and a whole whack of food needing my attention and for those blessings I am grateful.
My Personal Feminism, 2017
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