I’ve had a miserable headache all day. It ebbs and flows, and right now it’s flowing and I’m squinting at the screen and holding my breath. I think I’m going to break down and take a Vicodin before bed. As a result I’ve been less productive today than I wanted to be. I had planned to do a lot of stuff, including writing, but it all got away from me.
I did manage to make hummus. Yesterday when our neighbor, Linda, came over with a bottle of wine and some paper cups (It’s so good having kindred spirits surrounding us.) the talk turned to chickpeas (I want to plant some this year.) and hummus. (Linda says she has her aunt’s recipe for the best hummus ever.) So last night I put some chickpeas on to soak and this morning I put some in the sprouter and cooked the rest. Problem was I was sure I had tahini, but I was wrong. Fortunately I found a jar of sesame seeds which were frankly just a bit older than they ought to have been. However I was on a mission, and having to make my own tahini with raw, elderly sesame seeds was not going to stop me. So I processed the seeds with olive oil, then tossed in the chickpeas, more oil, a lot of lemon juice and garlic, salt and some hot sauce. And you know what? It was good! It’s not the best I’ve ever eaten and it’s inelegant and not perfectly smooth, but it was good and I enjoyed it. I have a jar of it in the fridge along with more cooked chickpeas for salad this week.
I also have a terrifying amount of lentil (green, red and beluga), broccoli, cress, and radish sprouts in the fridge, a lot of chickpeas in the sprouter and a mix of kamut, amaranth and wheat berries soaking. I’m on a sprouting binge and I won’t be happy until I’ve tried to sprout every seed, nut and grain in the house. I have an avocado pit in the kitchen window that should be popping soon, half a dozen lettuce and two celery bottoms in our raised bed, and a pineapple top in a jar of water in the window. I also have a tomato plant growing from a seed I would normally just have washed down the drain. Unfortunately not long after I took the picture of the little proto tomato plant, Peeb tore it out of the pot. I now have a second one growing, out of her reach.
Why am I doing all this? Well I get obsessed with things, and right now it’s spring and growing stuff seems like something I really, really want to be doing. Our garden budget isn’t very big this year, so growing stuff from kitchen scraps is something that makes sense. And I really believe that if we can we should grow things to help feed our bodies and our souls. A garden is one of the best anti-depressants I know. (You can read more about the garden and life at the Villa on the blog I share with Glinda, Those 2 Nice Girls Next Door.)
This afternoon I got a couple of packages in the mail, one of which is my new talisman. I think I’ve mentioned that I have this superstition about having a talisman for every novel I write. So when I started Nine Lives, a novel that has its roots in an old piece I wrote entitled “Cat Tales.” I knew I wanted a proper talisman for it, to help differentiate it from the original in my mind. I chose a Willendorf Goddess pendant in sodalite, and I’m wearing it now along with my silver pentacle and the golden bear my mother brought me from Bern, Switzerland. It’s a touchstone for the novel, and along with the other two, makes me feel… safe I guess. Or just in the right place in the universe, which is probably as good a definition of safe as any other.
So now I have hungry cats who have interesting ways of making their desires known, and I should pay attention. G’night all. Pleasant dreams.