I deleted my period tracker app today because of something I heard Amber say on Chapo this morning. I don’t really need it. Usually the way I use it is, I have a mood or a sensation and then I check to see where I’m “at” on the tracker, and it just confirms what I already know. Anyway, nowadays I’m practicing traditional family planning, which is I don’t go anywhere or meet anybody.
Ingredients: (all organic) chia seeds, hemp seeds, poppy seeds, wheat flour, almond flour, masa, buckwheat flour, whatever other flour. Yeast. Salt. Water. Unbleached all-purpose flour. (Note: Chia and other seeds can and probably should be kept in the chest freezer, even if you don’t have 5 lb of them; flours other than all-purpose flour can be kept premixed together in a large airtight container, ready to go.)
Stir together all dry ingredients in a large wooden bowl. Add enough water and stir to create a sponge the consistency of oatmeal. Cover with another bowl or a towel and let sit until you take your next break. (I don’t measure, do you? It’s just another thing to wash. Eyeball it. It’s for you. No one will know.)
Break time. Check sponge. Are there lots of bubbles? Take a big handful of all-purpose flour (apf) and dump it on top of sponge. Spread flour over surface of sponge and sort of tuck it under the edges, scraping the sponge away from the sides of the bowl. Add more flour as necessary, but the point is not to knead but just get the dough to where you can flip it over in the bowl. Spread and tuck more apf on the top, cover again and let sit till next break.
Break time. Punch down dough and repeat above flipping operation.
Break time. Repeat. If you have reached the end of the day, put dough in covered container in fridge overnight and repeat again in morning.
Break time. Take small fistful of dough, dip in apf, roll into ball in palm, roll out with tortilla dowel (preferably) or rolling pin, adding more flour if necessary to keep it from sticking to surface.
Preheat flat cast iron griddle pan on induction burner to 400 or 450 degrees. Slap disc of dough onto pan. Wait (this is the hard part) about three or four minutes for disc to puff up like a pita bread. Don’t worry if it doesn’t puff up exactly like a pita, as long as it puffs up a fair amount and somewhat uniformly. Flip when disc begins to smoke. Oh, you should have unhooked the battery from the smoke alarm.
Wrap flatbreads in paper or fabric towel (you can compost unbleached paper towel), allow to cool to room temperature, place in ziplock bag (reused, please) or beeswax wrap and put in fridge or freezer if you didn’t stand over the induction burner and eat it already.
It’s delicious, it’s nutritious, it’s cheap (especially if you acquire all the ingredients in bulk and store them in your prepper room), and efficient.
Reenable smoke alarm.
Some of us pupate in our early forties.
Made my first induction-burner breakfast just now. Fast. Bird-watching kitty didn't have to move. Little Brown oven range is now a storage facility. Unpeeled sturdy plexi surfaces courtesy of lovely former housemate (who left lots of interesting stuff behind). Convection oven is coming. Instant Pot arrived this morning as well; 8 quarts definitely feels like overkill right now but perhaps won't with a May Farm chicken in it or when marinara time comes.
The chest freezer is 5 cubic feet (I think?), which has proved to be the perfect size to accommodate bulk frozen veggies, 5 lb coffee bags, bulk chia, stock, and frozen marinara sauce! The fridge (not pictured) is on the enclosed front porch, which is naturally cold and is also the laundry room; fridge doesn't have a lot in it: prepped food, kimchi, kraut, opened jam, yogurt (weekly subscription from Still Grinning Kitchens, made with milk from Cream Cup Dairy). Farm fresh eggs I have found last up to four weeks sitting on the counter. A thermostat set to 60 degrees helps with that.
1. To hold on to a certain property for 14 years until it depreciates in value enough for this particular other person to be able to buy it.
2. To enter into a failed angora enterprise, ultimately leading to the salvation of a particular deaf rabbit.
3. To help several men along their path into happy, child-bearing marriages.
4. To facilitate the purchase of a 1992 Geo Tracker on the cheap by a 60-something dude named Doug during which transaction he learns a valuable lesson about propositioning a woman with whom he's just engaged in a less than mutually satisfactory sale.
1. Get sober.
2. Get out of the stock market, if you're in it.
3. Get out of debt.
4. Save money (in a credit union savings account, or in a hole in the ground).
5. To the greatest extent possible, do not buy insurance.
6. Whenever it doesn't conflict with the above, go to local government meetings.
Here's something you never see: a bunch of people just hanging around, drinking coffee, shooting the shit with a Sibyl.
The next revolution is unrecognizable. It is a distributed revolution, rolling, consisting in a critical mass of people saying "nuts to this" to varying degrees.
You don't have a butler, you don't have a maid, you don't have a spouse, child, or other staff. You live alone, with no human shield. Therefore you may ban all stop-bys, or simply not come to a doorbell or unexpected phone call summons. It's fun to hear later how flustered someone became when your car was in the driveway and your knickers on the line and they knocked and rang and you never appeared.
On the other hand, you are perfectly entitled to respond in your pajamas and invite your unheralded guest into a messy kitchen with a look of friendly insolence on your face. It's their fault for knocking. Or answer the phone, "Spinster Poison House. How may I direct your call?"
You could also get very, very rich by eating a bland diet and investing wisely all the money other people spend making their life presentable. Then hire a staff.
Christmas is for Christians and families. Don't go to a Christmas Eve service at the Congregational Church with your mother who wishes you'd given her grandchildren and your brother who is unhappily single to sit among the multipliers in their jewel-tone velvet and tartan flinging themselves and their accoutrements about like self-satisfied jesters. You will just end up weeping and crampy and possibly drinking too much wine out of a box from the gas station because nothing else is open.
On Cooking for One
You can eat the same thing every day, à la Hetty Green. You can eat packaged foods. You can eat fast food (the quality is going up). Cooking for one, other than slow-cooker recipes for a week of leftovers, can be wasteful of time, energy, bandwidth, and, for fuck's sake, food. Look up online how many calories you need to eat for your target weight and get yourself a case of KIND bars and frozen Indian dinners. Science matters. So does online shopping.
Do not feel obligated to throw dinner parties just because you have nice appliances and money left over (or at least relative to those whose relatives force them to buy boxed cereals and orange juice) or just because you can theoretically take a week to clean up because that stack in the sink isn't bothering anyone else. I suggest, instead, that you be the one who can be relied on to bring the actually good bottle of wine, the rare chocolates, the state-of-the-art-gadget house gift that will ease a tad the life of the poor group-living dinner-party-throwing friend.
From now on I recognize four genders: premenstrual, menstrual, postmenstrual, and nonmenstrual.
No one cares about your problems.
You're the prettiest kitty that ever lived in the whole world.
You are covered in hair.
Stop doing the thing that you are doing.
No one likes that. No one thinks it's good.
Everyone loves you.
You have to eat the food that is there, even though you hate it.
I'm going to call the Health Department on you.
God cried when you were born.
You could just sit still and be petted. But instead you are terrible.
Do not touch my eye with your foot please.
Why do you do these things.
Stop crying. No one cares.
Do not punch the bunny.
You're bad, and no one likes you.
Child Protective Services is coming.
[To hypothetical or real other person or animal] Look, there goes ______. She wears the same thing every day.
You could be outside in the snow but instead you are here complaining like a little bitch.
You cannot do this horrible thing you are doing in my office.
OK, that's enough murder for now. You're done. Thank you. Thank you. Good kitty.
As part of my annual Year in Review process, which I give myself till Chinese Lunar New Year to complete, I am providing the following wisdom free to you, my public. Wisdom appears in no particular order.
Don’t make to-do lists. Make did lists.
Except for appointments, birthdays, anniversaries, and deadlines (and these too are just to ease your mind, because you should remember them with your brain) do not write down any future events or lists of tasks to complete in your calendar or agenda. If it’s important to do, you will remember to do it. If you can’t remember what you think you are supposed to do, you are either doing too many things, or you don't want to do the thing, or the task is unnatural to your current lifestyle—if you make larger adjustments, that task will proceed easily. For posterity and for the sense of satisfaction it brings, write down what you accomplish each day, even if it is “nothing.” Also take note of historical events, animal and plant sightings, new people met, major purchases, and weather oddities. These will all be of use to your biographer. I learned this from looking through my great aunt's 1972 datebook. She bought a very nice color television.
Make a good-faith effort to speak the language of any creature, and you will have a peaceful, affectionate relationship.
Strong drink is a scourge of the globe.
Alcohol should be used only as a cleanser, a flea killer, or an anaesthetic during otherwise unmediated medical procedures. I have been dry since August 21. Get ready for some Woman’s Temperance–style testifying on here. Religion isn't the opiate of the people: The opiate of the people is alcohol and opiates. They are both effectively used by their producers and consumers to hide the fact that there are too many people, we live in an unjust world, we have outgrown our resources, and it's all going to shit. Bottom's up.
Put regular sugar in the blender to make powdered (confectioner’s) sugar.
Christmas is for children and Christians.
Facebook doesn’t have to be a huge waste of time and a problem, but see “Strong drink.”
And it doesn’t even kill fleas.
Baking solves many problems.
Meaning, like, using the oven to cook things.
Hormonal imbalance is real. And treatable.
Citrus Dawn kills fleas.
It's very hectic and time consuming for, in this case, the rabbit, but it does work. As I soaped and rinsed and flea combed away at Jane Heyre in the warm roasting pan bathtub-within-a-bathtub, it was very hard not to imagine I was picking off Americans storming the beach at Normandy. Goddamn those little fuckers. Which made the fleas the Allies and me the Axis powers. Fleas are very impressive animals. I spent an hour at it before calling it a storming, and it was exhausting, but I killed a lot of fleas. They would probably have won the war, though. If you can afford it, 9lb.-and-under Vectra also works, and a couple of weeks after application the fleas are gone and the rabbit is still here.
Low-impact toilet cleaning Dump a splash (maybe 1/4 cup max) of one part vinegar, one part 3% hydrogen peroxide mixture in the bowl after you flush and just let it sit till...next time. You can get fancy and add lavender drops or whatever to the mix. Pretty much eliminates the need ever to buy or use anything harsher. Especially good for hard-water areas.