I made this toward the end of July, back during my blueberry recipe frenzy. I was also going to the Farmers' Market every Friday morning and getting my weekly ration of goats' milk and making my own cheese from the milk.
So while Bill was in the shower and the kids were still asleep, I was in the other bathroom and I wacked my elbow really hard on the corner of the sink and while I was clutching my elbow and willing it to not hurt, I suddenly felt very warm and my face felt prickly and I the rest of the room began shrinking as a darkness invaded from all sides and I thought this feels just like the beginning of a faint, and while I've never actually fainted, I've almost fainted - once - while I was watching the vet spay a dog for the first time - but I didn't faint then and I didn't want to faint now, with Bill in the shower and the kids asleep - what if I hit my head on the sink or the edge of the tub? That wouldn't be good. So I hung on to the sink and willed myself not to faint, saying "you're fine, you're fine, you'refine, you'refine, you'refineyou'refineyou'refine" until I felt, well, fine enough to unlock the bathroom door and go sit in the living room, draped over a chair as sudden waves of nausea and a hot sweat broke over me. Julia came downstairs a moment or two later and climbed onto me and I hugged her until I felt like I could stand up again. I felt a bit shaky for a while, but now I'm fine.
I sincerely hope your morning started off better than mine did.
Didn't do any Tuesdays with Dorie baking over the weekend OR yesterday, so I'll be doing that today and posting the results later on today. At least that's the plan.
This is the time of year when everything starts to feel like the ascent to the highest point on a flume or roller coaster. That up, up, up, anticipatory feeling...right before the drop and the feeling like your stomach is in your mouth and all the screaming erupts (around the stomach that's in your mouth) and everything just ends in a rush and swoosh and (sometimes) a splash. And maybe nausea. And then relieved laughing that you didn't crash.
These were taken in April of this year. I was making what looks like a 4-loaf batch of sweet potato bread (you can see little bits of orange in the dough - that's sweet potato) and I think I remember just wanting to take pictures of Alex at work. Sometimes it seems like Julia's the one always helping out in the kitchen, or hamming it up in front of the camera, so I wanted to give him equal time.
It's funny, looking at these pictures, I'm thinking, boy, he looks younger. I mean, he IS about half a year younger than he is now, but also his hair is longer...and the really big difference is the color. He's got winter hair in these pictures. But right now, in the present day, his short hair is much lighter, bleached out by the summer sun.
Anyway, no more words are necessary. Here's my boy.
We were going to dig steamers yesterday, but with all the rain, we figured shellfishing would be closed locally, so we headed out to pick apples instead.
In the past we've always gone to orchards in the northern part of the state. This time around, Bill suggested we try the place we'd seen the signs for on Route 4. Yes, that's exactly how he put it. Didn't even know the name of the orchard - we just knew they had signs up, and that, in addition to apples, they had peaches.