Keeping the lights off went quite well again. I made a tofu miso soup with some of our Asian greens that have been growing on the windowsill and foraged wild onions, with a dandelion-apple salad (dandelions right from the front yard!). I made another iteration of that olive oil-rosemary bread, with completely different results. This time, I didn’t use enough salt, and I used part whole wheat flour because I ran out of white. Much as I like whole wheat bread, I think this wants the softness of white flour. The previous try was obviously partly so dense because I didn’t slash the top. This time I did and it…exploded. I put it in the oven and it came out twice as big and very very fluffy. Right then. More data for next time.
I got more nervous about the lights being out this time, but I think this is a good place for me to work at that. We’ve gone to such effort to create this wonderful safe cozy space, and I can invite the shadows into that space. Maybe they’ll make me less spoked then.
I cleaned most of the refrigerator today. I also cleaned under the refrigerator. There was unspeakable filth under the refrigerator. The coils in back appear to be completely enclosed; I was planning to dust them off while I was at it. Now the inside and outside of the fridge is clean except for the pile of unknown sticky substance at the bottom. I scraped most of it up with a spoon, and I’m letting the residue soak for a while longer. I discovered all sorts of random odds and ends that I hadn’t known were there. Cleaning things is satisfying. It is especially satisfying when used as a procrastination tool for not doing homework.
