Domesticity...Well, at least I try!

It was a good run, these past four days.  I accomplished much and feel a sense of completion on this Sabbath day. 

I got some cleaning done, a new cowl started with a new technique that I hadn't done before and that went well (if you know my knitting history you will understand why the "feel good" vibes washed over me when I didn't screw it up and either had to fix it or rip and start over.....my most common practice). I made soap at home for the first time and it is now sliced and curing on the counter.  I had beeswax on hand so did an olive oil/beeswax variety that is a lovely shade of butterscotch custard.  I had time on Friday so I started a batch of feta cheese and finished that up last night after its curing period.  It is even better than the first batch I made...yum.  I listened and took notes on the next class of Sacred Trees ~ Medicine Trees and learned about conifers.  I may have to have a cup of pine needle tea later this afternoon.   I attended a refresher course on Reiki II that was so joyful that during my attunement my instructor said she sensed "Bliss" coming from me.  Thank you!!  I will accept that!!! Then I met Deb Jones for a mouth watering tour of a local plant nursery topped off by a wonderful lunch of cracker crust pizza topped with fresh basil, tomatoes and mozzarella.  Today I will make four loaves of our favorite bread, Oatmeal Bread, from the whey left over from the cheese making. All in all.....it has been a wonderful, wonderful four days.

However, in all this domestic bliss there can come a time when we experience a few glitches.  Let's take my latest pizza making episode.  I've found a wonderful crust recipe from one of my cookbooks, Blue Eggs and Yellow Tomatoes (delightful book) that I tend to make on a regular basis.  I roll it really thin with a rolling pin and we go from there.  As I was getting ready to roll out the dough this time I got to wondering about "tossing and twirling" it like they do in the books and on TV. In the words of our dear neighbor, John, "How hard could it be?"...just before some sort of catastrophe happens, I decided to try it.  I stretched it out a bit, rolling it around on my fist until I got a little size to it.  I was ready.  I started to twirl it gently, then a little more effort and a little more and a lot more.  Then the unthinkable happened.  It flew off my hand right into the sink filled with dish water.  Blast and Damn!!  I grabbed the dough and being the frugal person I am I turned on the faucet and rinsed all the suds off the dough, then patted it dry with a paper towel and let it rest a bit.  I think it deserved a wee bit of a rest to calm its doughy nerves from being flung into the air and landing in water at the hands of an inexperienced pizza dough tosser. Visions of Lucille Ball were dancing before my eyes as this all happened.  :O)  All was well in the end and Dave didn't find out about it until after supper!  He's a good sport.

So, a deep breath and many thanks for a wonderful few days.