One: It’s been hard to write this year. There is so much terrible news, and all of it is much more important than anything I have to say about school or local food. When I finally get over it to write something and schedule it to post automatically Monday morning, something terrible happens (looking at you, white supremacists who overran Charlottesville, and nutcase in Barcelona) and then my response appears to be some links about the upcoming eclipse. There are many thoughtful, wise responses to the state of our nation and world. I’m sorry that you won’t find them here. Read them first, and then when you can’t take reality any more, you can pick up some sheet cake and come back here to read about something less distressing.
Two: Welcome back. While you were gone, I’ve been organizing our books. Every year I pull out the ones I want to have handy to assign for school. I’ve been putting it off this summer because… well, see #1 above. (It’s not just writing that’s been hard.) But school starts on Monday, and I’m running out of time. I began yesterday by going through all the shelves and pulling out the books I need. Now I have to make room for them in a convenient spot, which involves moving those books somewhere else. Anyway, it quickly became overwhelming.
Three: So instead of finishing the task, I moved on to the abundance in the kitchen. It’s August, which means melons and corn and tomatoes and peaches. Hallelujah. A God who made the peach is Someone I can get behind.
I used to spend a hot, August afternoon sweating over the canner with these beauties. No more. Now I wash them, slice them in half to remove the pit, and freeze them on parchment paper. (The peaches, not the pits.) It takes about 10 minutes and involves no heat. Then, when the peaches are frozen, I throw them in bags. In the winter they are perfect for the cobblers and smoothies that are the antidote to the February blues.
Four: While I’ve been working hard (or running to escape the news), the children are struggling with boredom. Poor things. I feel so sorry for them.
Five: Phoebe has taken to writing a newspaper. I was nervous about this at first, until her first two articles were Tips about the Eclipse and Tips for Going Back to School. A girl after my own heart.
Six: Moriah has been coping by baking. Alas, that enables my coping by eating. After days of double chocolate chip cookies, lemon bars and flourless chocolate cake (she has been limited only by the egg production of our hens), I begged her please to make something that could count as lunch. “Here,” I said, “use all these gorgeous tomatoes to make some sauce.”
Seven: Teenage boredom for the win. Now if I could only talk her into helping me with the books…
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