Those moments
Sep. 7th, 2022 12:07 pmUsually when I'm working (except sometimes when I'm in the bush) I'm super unaware of my self and my body, maybe some level of dissociated.
Today I'm working from home after staying up until midnight last night bringing in a ton of garden stuff and then finishing some apple canning (all 4 vanilla applesauce batches done, 2 different caramel applesauce batches done, lime apple jam and saskatoon apple jam done, slow cookers on pause a couple days for apples since I'll be canning dilly beans, cucumber pickles, and maybe maybe jumble relish of some kind tonight). I had a listen-only meeting and had skipped breakfast to finish a little more canning, so I fried up some fatty coppa pork chops, then sliced a couple corn muffins and fried them in the pork grease, then made a cup of dark coffee-substitute (I can't do the caffeine but love bitter and roasty flavours).
I had lunch on the couch in a slightly chilly room, clothed head to toe in good smooth wool with the cool of the room just outside it. The sky is dark and threatening and wind is tossing the silver undersides of the aspens around and making them sing a silvery static song that turns the shifts in movement of air into sound. The pork was crispy, juicy-fatty, and salty. The cornbread was crunchy, moderately sweet, and warm with that particular taste of grain corn. Cutting through both sweet and fatty was the dark hot roasted bitter flavour: everything warm against the room's coolness, the whole a moment of indoor stillness as the perfect counterpoint to outside's constant windy motion.
What a lovely moment.
Today I'm working from home after staying up until midnight last night bringing in a ton of garden stuff and then finishing some apple canning (all 4 vanilla applesauce batches done, 2 different caramel applesauce batches done, lime apple jam and saskatoon apple jam done, slow cookers on pause a couple days for apples since I'll be canning dilly beans, cucumber pickles, and maybe maybe jumble relish of some kind tonight). I had a listen-only meeting and had skipped breakfast to finish a little more canning, so I fried up some fatty coppa pork chops, then sliced a couple corn muffins and fried them in the pork grease, then made a cup of dark coffee-substitute (I can't do the caffeine but love bitter and roasty flavours).
I had lunch on the couch in a slightly chilly room, clothed head to toe in good smooth wool with the cool of the room just outside it. The sky is dark and threatening and wind is tossing the silver undersides of the aspens around and making them sing a silvery static song that turns the shifts in movement of air into sound. The pork was crispy, juicy-fatty, and salty. The cornbread was crunchy, moderately sweet, and warm with that particular taste of grain corn. Cutting through both sweet and fatty was the dark hot roasted bitter flavour: everything warm against the room's coolness, the whole a moment of indoor stillness as the perfect counterpoint to outside's constant windy motion.
What a lovely moment.