It's weird right now...obviously. But I'm not talking about Covid 19 or any other life altering event that has occured so far this calendar year.
For the coming 2020-21 school year, we signed our youngest daughter up for a year-round school which starts July 20th. And although it's been 100 degrees or more with the heat index here in North Carolina, we've been looking at school supplies and uniforms. These are activities I associate with the month of September (I was born and raised in Philly so school usually doesn't start until after Labor Day).
Also, here on our new homestead, we have a lot of fruit trees typically associated with Fall. We have pear and fig and persimmon, of all things. It's only July but there is already fruit on all the trees. And both the fig and pear have tricked me into thinking they are ready to eat when they are clearly not ...see the outcome of the fig chutney I made here: https://www.instagram.com/s/aGlnaGxpZ2h0OjE3OTg4MDk1NTAwMjc2MzI0?igshid=19bc9tqbn05os&story_media_id=2340188846829638202_6974854074 (it's at the end of the highlight reel; you'll know it when you see it...)
The pears in particular got me. I mean, pears are usually unripe when you buy them in the store. So I proudly picked a jumper full of pears - another trick; they came off the tree super easy - and put them in a bowl. And waited...and waited...it was like two weeks and the pears hadn't ripened. So then I had to Google what to do with unripe pears.
Enter the French cooking technique of poaching. Poaching pears is definitely something that I've always wanted to try. But I imagined it would involve wine and an adult dinner part. Not having to have to poach the pears so I didn't just end up chucking them in the woods or feeding them to the chickens.
Still, I can't complain too much. I used a sugar-water mix for the liquid and star anise, allspice, cloves and a cinnamom stick as the spices. It made the house smell so good and so autumn-y.
This morning (the day after poaching the pears) I re-heated the left over poaching liquid as my own personal homemade potpourri. And I made a gingerbread cake to go with the pears. The smell definitely conjures up images of crips winds blowing an array of red, yellow and caramel colored leaves by the window.
Now let's add to the fact that it will be our oldest daughter's birthday at the end of the month. My personal tradition, in regards to birthdays, is to knit a pair of socks for the birthday human. So, right now I'm knitting a pair of birthday socks and I'm knitting them with wool as it's what I have on hand.
Plus - off topic, but tangental thought - we need to light the fireplace to clear out the flu.
So, wool sock knitting, fireplace going,
house smells like cinnamon and star anise, school supplies being sorted and uniforms being washed and made ready. Certainly makes me feel like I'm in a different time and place. Which might not be a bad thing considering how crazy our world seems to be right now.
Which brings me to the aliens. I know we are all waiting for the aliens to show up. That would just be another box to checkoff of the "Weird Shit That Happened in 2020" list. Until then, we'll have to be content with the newest advancements in entanglement theory. And no, I am not talking about how to better unknot the mess you made with your yarn. See this article: http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/observations/space-the-final-illusion
Yes, I read it. No I didn't understand it all. What I did get from it is that the advancements in entanglement theory are possibly leading to the conclusion that there really may be alternate universes. Another version of us, right now, may exist on another planet in another part of the universe, preparing for unseasonal foods and for unseasonal events. Like I said, it's weird right now...
For the coming 2020-21 school year, we signed our youngest daughter up for a year-round school which starts July 20th. And although it's been 100 degrees or more with the heat index here in North Carolina, we've been looking at school supplies and uniforms. These are activities I associate with the month of September (I was born and raised in Philly so school usually doesn't start until after Labor Day).
Also, here on our new homestead, we have a lot of fruit trees typically associated with Fall. We have pear and fig and persimmon, of all things. It's only July but there is already fruit on all the trees. And both the fig and pear have tricked me into thinking they are ready to eat when they are clearly not ...see the outcome of the fig chutney I made here: https://www.instagram.com/s/aGlnaGxpZ2h0OjE3OTg4MDk1NTAwMjc2MzI0?igshid=19bc9tqbn05os&story_media_id=2340188846829638202_6974854074 (it's at the end of the highlight reel; you'll know it when you see it...)
The pears in particular got me. I mean, pears are usually unripe when you buy them in the store. So I proudly picked a jumper full of pears - another trick; they came off the tree super easy - and put them in a bowl. And waited...and waited...it was like two weeks and the pears hadn't ripened. So then I had to Google what to do with unripe pears.
Enter the French cooking technique of poaching. Poaching pears is definitely something that I've always wanted to try. But I imagined it would involve wine and an adult dinner part. Not having to have to poach the pears so I didn't just end up chucking them in the woods or feeding them to the chickens.
Still, I can't complain too much. I used a sugar-water mix for the liquid and star anise, allspice, cloves and a cinnamom stick as the spices. It made the house smell so good and so autumn-y.
This morning (the day after poaching the pears) I re-heated the left over poaching liquid as my own personal homemade potpourri. And I made a gingerbread cake to go with the pears. The smell definitely conjures up images of crips winds blowing an array of red, yellow and caramel colored leaves by the window.Now let's add to the fact that it will be our oldest daughter's birthday at the end of the month. My personal tradition, in regards to birthdays, is to knit a pair of socks for the birthday human. So, right now I'm knitting a pair of birthday socks and I'm knitting them with wool as it's what I have on hand.
Plus - off topic, but tangental thought - we need to light the fireplace to clear out the flu.
So, wool sock knitting, fireplace going,house smells like cinnamon and star anise, school supplies being sorted and uniforms being washed and made ready. Certainly makes me feel like I'm in a different time and place. Which might not be a bad thing considering how crazy our world seems to be right now.
Which brings me to the aliens. I know we are all waiting for the aliens to show up. That would just be another box to checkoff of the "Weird Shit That Happened in 2020" list. Until then, we'll have to be content with the newest advancements in entanglement theory. And no, I am not talking about how to better unknot the mess you made with your yarn. See this article: http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/observations/space-the-final-illusion
Yes, I read it. No I didn't understand it all. What I did get from it is that the advancements in entanglement theory are possibly leading to the conclusion that there really may be alternate universes. Another version of us, right now, may exist on another planet in another part of the universe, preparing for unseasonal foods and for unseasonal events. Like I said, it's weird right now...
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