Instead of reading Dracula yesterday as I probably should have, I binge-read Blue Flag and started making chow chow with my friend. After chopping a bunch of onions I went to sleep with a terrible headache and this morning I still have it. It feels like one of those “I had a big cry” headaches. I did cry a bit at the onions.
Anyway, that’s why this post is late. I always forget how busy I am in the fall because of my canning and preserving hobby. This is my first year making chow chow but as everything comes into season suddenly I want to stash it all for the winter and make twelve kinds of jam, and it all has a time limit. I think cooking with seasonal fruit and vegetables is amazing so I like to take full advantage until I have to hunker down with my preserves for the winter.
All that is to say that I want to fully embody the time I exist in, and it’s hard when the present has very time-consuming projects Dracula, jam, pumpkin bread, wine, etc. And Thanksgiving is next weekend! And Seasonal Affective Disorder is out for blood!