Almond splinters
Jan. 8th, 2011 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42Geoff and I spent the better part of three hours today blanching three pounds of almonds. I now understand why almond flour is so damned expensive. On the plus side, we have nearly three pounds of almond flour for $10, which is approximately a third the price of commercial almond flour. But, oi. I wonder how long it will take for the bits of almond and skin to be pushed out of my thumb's quick...
Life here is so frikken busy. And slightly discouraging. I feel like I'm constantly cleaning up the kitchen, probably because I am constantly cooking. Chicken stock here, beef stock there, and all the meals in-between means dishes and dishes and dishes to do.
Yes, I have a dishwasher that works, which I'm thankful for, but goodness gracious, I am getting tired of the kitchen. And this weekend Geoff is sick and sad, so he's not going to be helping. (We found out last night that one of his friends from college died in August from an enlarged heart. It's actually really sad to think that she's not in the world any more, even if she never did really fit into it in the first place. Hmm. Maybe that's why I'm taking the news so hard.)
Ach well. I signed up for this new lifestyle, and I think it is helping in the health department. I just am tired and cranky right now, because I haven't been able to sit and enjoy my alone time since my parents left. It doesn't help that there is so much bad news in the world today. It makes it feel like the world really is going to hell, and the end of days is nigh. I doubt it is, but all the metaphorical circling of wagons is surely leading to something.
*sigh* I wish the Age of Aquarius would just get here already. I'm tired of the transition.
I hope all of you are having good weekends, anyway. Mine will probably improve tomorrow.
Life here is so frikken busy. And slightly discouraging. I feel like I'm constantly cleaning up the kitchen, probably because I am constantly cooking. Chicken stock here, beef stock there, and all the meals in-between means dishes and dishes and dishes to do.
Yes, I have a dishwasher that works, which I'm thankful for, but goodness gracious, I am getting tired of the kitchen. And this weekend Geoff is sick and sad, so he's not going to be helping. (We found out last night that one of his friends from college died in August from an enlarged heart. It's actually really sad to think that she's not in the world any more, even if she never did really fit into it in the first place. Hmm. Maybe that's why I'm taking the news so hard.)
Ach well. I signed up for this new lifestyle, and I think it is helping in the health department. I just am tired and cranky right now, because I haven't been able to sit and enjoy my alone time since my parents left. It doesn't help that there is so much bad news in the world today. It makes it feel like the world really is going to hell, and the end of days is nigh. I doubt it is, but all the metaphorical circling of wagons is surely leading to something.
*sigh* I wish the Age of Aquarius would just get here already. I'm tired of the transition.
I hope all of you are having good weekends, anyway. Mine will probably improve tomorrow.
