Well, I am just a Susie* homemaker. I wonder if people named Susie resent that term? I think I would. But I am Susie Homemaker because this week alone I made plum and apple chutney, applesauce and today I made spaghetti sauce, all from our own garden or farmers market. No. That is a lie. I had some frozen tomato paste in the freezer and threw that in. The ground beef is local, hormone/antibiotic free, grass fed and ethically raised. We are fortunate to be able to get almost all our meat from a Hospice fundraiser. Proceeds go to Hospice, local farmers are supported and we get excellent quality meat. The only thing that I don’t know how to fix is it’s a pink colour more than the traditional red of spaghetti sauce. It’s quite a lot pinker than the picture. How do I make it red? And why is this paragraph in italics?
The last few weeks I have been working on repainting the sundeck railing. It started with this picture.
I thought, huh… I should probably wash that railing and so I did and then after I washed it I liked that it was much cleaner looking but it could probably use a quick coat of primer and that led to sanding and filling holes and after the primer I thought it could use another coat so I put on another coat but then it didn’t match the railing that leads downstairs because it was also dirty so I washed it and then thought that it needed primer too and then I really liked how nice all the white looked but then I noticed the green looks shabby next to the nice white so yesterday I scraped paint and sanded it all down and today I will fill holes then paint. Moral? Don’t wash things.
Last night I was thinking about this. If you know what this is I know you are Canadian and that you were born before 1979 and if your house was like mine your parents let you have some with dinner at Christmas even though it was 12% alcohol. It tasted awful but the baby duck was so cute you drank it anyway. I am sure this stuff started a long and illustrious career in alcoholism for a lot of Canadians. It did in our family. Not me. I became the codependent caretaker. My brother. But he’s been sober for 27 years now so it all worked out.
*Am I the only one that still thinks Seinfeld is hilarious and still uses quotes from the show?