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Friday, June 13, 2008


When this cup is clean, and I can drink my coffee in it, things go easier for me in the morning. I have a very hard time waking up and there are few things that really please me at an early hour.
This cup is probably from a restaurant in Disneyland, maybe from the Disneyland hotel a LONG time ago. It's more of a tea cup size, and the stripes and initial D are golden. My mom brought it to me after finding it at my grandma's house (how did I leave there without this treasure?!) and I'm pretty sure that my grandma or maybe Helen swiped it from some Disney establishment. I'm so glad whoever swiped it did because I love it.
The cup is clean right now, I know that because I made sure it would be for Saturday morning. Once I read in Real Simple magazine about how to make your weekend more relaxing was to get ready for it instead of waiting for it. There was a list of things to do: Charge cell phone, make sure you have favorite clothes clean, (or in this case, favorite cup) be sure there is gas in the car, straighten the house...etc. What made sense was that it's easy to use the weekend to do stuff instead of relax, but if you can power through and get stuff done by Friday night, you sail through enjoying your clean jeans, fewer errands and have that lovely feeling of "I could do anything or go anywhere today". I didn't realize how much I agreed with that article until I realized today that I was getting ready for the weekend. I made sure my favorite pajamas had made it through both washer AND dryer and we had buttermilk for pancakes. Stuff like that. I don't get Real Simple magazine anymore, because it always seemed like it was written for somebody other than me. I rarely identified with it. But it's funny how sometimes something just sticks. Enjoy your weekend!

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Eating leaves

Last week we ate peas and lettuce and spinach from the garden. It's kind of strange to eat leaves that you pick, it's sad actually how very strange it is. Seems primitive and kind of desperate. But they were good leaves.

I made some jam yesterday, strawberry. I got a great deal on them at Berkeley Bowl on that weird shelf where there is usually only rotten things or a little assortment of scones and muffins in a little bag. I got a flat of perfectly normal strawberries and made 9 jars of jam. Would've been 12 but I didn't do it right away and by the time I started yesterday afternoon I had to compost a good number of sad berries.
The whole process only took 1 hour. That fact encouraged me that I could make jam anytime I want. It also helped that I decided not to even attempt to skim the jam. I know this makes for a cloudier final product and it was ingrained in me from reading Anna Karenina that a good mother diligently skims the jam. Even if she has servants, she'll be there, at the pot of jam set up outside over a fire, skimming away. But Kitty was so good it was kind of sickening, right? So no skimming the jam for me anymore. I actually think it's a waste of time. And it's more of a symbol in the book than really about the jam.