A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Maty says "Oh hi nice to see you!"

Maty says “Oh hi nice to see you!”

Maty has been absent from the blog a while, too. But that’s because he lives in Ashland and my camera does not have that good a zoom. I am here in Shakespeareville for Thanksgiving.

So I will admit that I’ve been eating everything my father-in-law puts on the table. I have enjoyed it all immensely. But I am seeing the effects on by body, which means two things. Firstly, that my dietary changes were working; Secondly, that when I return home I’ll be back on the quinoa and rice tortillas. Since I have some space from classes this week, I’ll spend some time talking about the foods I aught to be eating.

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This array represents the inspirational people I get to hang out with in class.

I basically covered the foods and ingredients that I’m avoiding. It’s much more fun to talk about what I’ve gotten to embrace.

The spiritual advice that my Dad has passed on to me is as simple as it is true. God was in a good mood when he made garlic. And onion. And beans. There’s something to that. Those are all beneficial to your immune system, and can block estrogen receptors so that estrogen-like things in food do not throw off your natural hormone levels. Eat more beans, carrots, broccoli, and kale? No need to twist my arm.

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Flax and pumpkin seeds, plus my pretty measuring spoons.

I have added some seeds to my diet. First was flax, which has gained a lot of popularity in recent years on account of high Omega-3 Fatty Acids, anti-oxidants, and fiber. Did I talk about fiber? I’m consciously seeking out fiber for my diet so that my bowels move with ease. The muscles that take care of #2 are dangerously close to the muscles that ache and cramp from endo. One caution: they do contain plant estrogen, which your body can interpret as your own, so I make sure not to eat them daily or in excess.

Surprise about flax seeds: when you finely grind them and mix with water, you’ve got a surprisingly effective substitute for eggs! I mean, in baking dishes, not as breakfast. There are conflicting reports about including eggs in an anti-inflammatory diet; most of what I have read is against them, and it hasn’t been a problem for me to eliminate them, so that’s where I fall on the question.

Next up was pumpkin seeds, which I tried because they’re crazy nutritious, but I didn’t expect to enjoy. People go gaga about roasted pumpkin seeds at Halloween, and I’ve never cared for them. I love smelling them in the oven, but can’t be bothered to eat them.  Step one to loving pumpkin seeds: buy them already shelled.

They are full of protein and reduce inflammation. They have a lot of minerals, which is another thing I didn’t expect. They even have tryptophan, that magical Thanksgiving chemical that promotes rest and lowers depression. So for those reasons and more, I bought a bag and came up with the perfect plan. If this didn’t make pumpkin seeds palatable, then it would never be.

I eat this now as a when I’m craving salty chips, I put it on salads, add it to dips, whatever. It’s fast and easy and is worth the effort to do it right. No substitutions, commit to the fancy stuff.

Try about a quarter cup of shelled pumpkin seeds, put into a saucepan or small skillet, on medium-high heat.
Add 1-2 teaspoons of avocado oil. Stir the seeds often. Watch for them to turn toasty colors, listen for them to get steamed up and start to pop.
Season with truffle salt. Try not to burn yourself when you can’t keep from waiting long enough for them to cool.

Third seed: CH-CH-CH-CHIA! I couldn’t help myself. And be serious, if you were writing this blog you’d say it too.

Chia seeds have similar benefits to flax: high in fiber, antioxidants, and Omega-3s; I hear they can also be used as an egg replacement. They’re full of good minerals (which I will elaborate on in Part 3 of this diet-blog business). For more info than you expected or will ever need, see here.

In the picture, the chia seeds on the left are hidden by the other delicious things in the mix I bought; it has slivered almonds, minced dates, hemp seeds, cocoa powder… See here for Chia Goodness. With this, I’ve been having pleasant breakfasts:

A couple teaspoons of the chia mix, a teaspoon of strawberry jam,
a dose of probiotic (I’ll elaborate later),
Add a splash of water or coconut milk, stir it, and go pour yourself a coffee. In a minute the chia seeds will start to expand.
Top with yogurt (Greek nonfat is best).

And maybe some granola or rice cereal on top for crunch. You know, like a parfait–but with lots of protein, fiber, minerals, and little fat.

Here’s a word loaded with sensory memories: cheese. A dear friend of mine for years–we do visit every few weeks or so now when I find brie in front of me. Instead, I’ve been using Daiya “cheese,” and I’ve been really happy with it (except the provolone–that one’s sub-par).

Pictured to the right of the Chia Goodness are dry sprouted lentils. Lentils have a lot of the same anti-inflammatory benefits of beans– particularly the fiber–but I don’t feel compelled to eat them often. Either they are too hard/undercooked or fragile/overcooked. Sprouted lentils have been gaining popularity for their particular properties. If you wish to get technical in comparison, I direct you here. I do not know how much drying the lentils affects the nutrition versus fresh. But these great. You can soften them just by placing in water or soup in the last minutes. I think I’ll try seasoning and toasting them one of these days.

wpid-20131110_112043.jpgAnother something that is going on: I have art up at Latte Play in Salem. Best part is that I have FINALLY gotten to hang my Gigantic Koi Painting. So go marvel at that and have a latte. See Masterful Matilda and Animal, shown here. But there is something shown here that is no more.

It finally happened. I grew hair long enough to donate, as long as I could stand for it to be. But it had started strangling me in my sleep. It broke the vacuum. It had to go.

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So thanks for the line, Coco Chanel. My life has definitely changed.

A brief venture into the diet-blog genre

The newest sign that I’m kind of a grown up: adopting (and sticking to) a diet. It’s been about 6 months and I’ve lost about 8 pounds. I feel better, almost all my clothes fit, and people have noticed the difference. People have been asking questions, and this is the best route for me to give context and facts for what I’ve been exploring and experiencing. Although it is the most visible effect, losing weight was not the principal goal in changing my diet. It’s another strategy I’m employing in my ongoing battle with endometriosis.

susan sarandonIsn’t it silly that we need to be reminded this? But that’s fodder for another post…

Today is Part 1 of my Endo Diet. Here’s the information that made me willing to give up cheese and bread which I could (and have) lived on exclusively. It’s closely related to the anti-inflammatory diet that has gained popularity with arthritis sufferers. First it starts with a wee bit of science: Prostaglandins.

Prostaglandins are lipids made in your body when and where they are needed, in response to an illness or injury. Here’s the quick and dirty on them in the general health and wellness sense. They are obviously important little helpers. Here’s the short-story-long about their connection to dysmennorhoea. But for my purposes, here’s the gist:

They control processes of inflammation, redirecting blood flow, the formation of blood clots. You know, the Unholy Trinity of Womanhood.

They control ovulation, menstrual cycling, and induce labor. You know, the Gauntlet of Womanhood.

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Have I mentioned this? I read it. I loved it.

So, they’re useful and necessary and helpful for recovering from injuries, be them occasional like a bruise or recurring like menstruation. Eventually, your bruise heals and the swelling goes down. Your period ends, the bleeding stops, the cramping stops. What I think of as the good prostaglandins step in to inhibit the inflammation, they tell your muscles to relax.

With endometriosis, I’m sort of always injured. I may not always be bleeding, I may not always be hurting but those growths are always there, and my body always knows they shouldn’t be. So the prostaglandins are telling my guts to cramp (get rid of those clots!) and my abdomen to swell (to protect from the angry ovaries!).

How do you try to control something that your body creates naturally? Turns out that diet can make a big difference in two ways: limiting things that excite the prostaglandins responsible for inflammation, and adopting things that help your body inhibit inflammation.

Since they are lipids, your body makes them out of fat. The first thing to change in my diet was fat.

None trans fats. That’s an easy enough one to avoid with anything that comes with nutrition facts and everyone knows they are unhealthy. Saturated fats are to be avoided too, I haven’t been able to eliminate them, but I’m choosing them differently. Dairy is almost totally out, because it heightens your body’s inflammatory response. (I rock fat free Greek yogurt though, for protein and live cultures for digestion) I’ve actually gone for months now without any butter, and rarely vegetable oil.  I have adopted avocado oil for cooking, it’s full of great things. I’m using coconut oil for baking and damn near everything else because it’s perfect for… DAMN NEAR EVERYTHING.

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Soy. This one I really have eliminated entirely, because it’s easier to avoid than you might think. And there are many more reasons to do so than you might think.

Soy is high in phytoestrogen, which for purposes here you can just read as estrogen (but please read more because it’s kinda fascinating). My body is super sensitive to estrogen. I don’t want to put any in it, like, at all. This property of soy can inhibit your body’s absorption of calcium, magnesium, and iron. These are crazy-important for women with cramping and bleeding. It can raise your body’s need for Vitamins D and B-12.

Gluten. This one is getting easier to avoid because people are so much more aware of gluten allergies and intolerances. Women with endo seem to be a little more prone to gluten sensitivity. Either way, processed flours and wheats contain phytic acid that can aggravate cramps. It’s with reluctance that I avoid bread, but it has given me the reason to try pumpkin seeds, flax, hemp, and chia seeds.

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I’ll rave about these things in Part 2

Red meat: not all that hard for me to eliminate. I’ve never been into burgers. Steak only excites me if it’s super high quality slabs of heaven that was grass fed and smothered in a wine reduction. That is an exception to my diet I’m willing to make, because grass fed is not only delectable, it’s better for you. Note the Omega-3 and antioxidants.

Sugar–Another that is getting easier to avoid, but I recognize it’s going to be a long process for me to be close to sugar-free. A sugary diet can heighten your inflammatory response. I’ve adopted coconut sugar for my coffee and baking. Stevia is too sweet for me, agave gives me a tummy ache. So I’ll stick to coconut sugar, honey, and maple syrup.

Corn has been a bummer–I can eat myself stupid on Juanita’s corn tortilla chips. My first summer without corn on the cob since the days when I had braces. I’ve pretty well cut out eggs, as well. Both of them can worsen inflammation in your body.

So there’s the over-view of what I have cut out or limited. I’ve already acknowledged I’ve dropped some weight. But has it helped my endo symptoms?

Yes. I am confident in saying that it has helped. I am not cramping on a daily basis anymore. I’m with Susan that it’s not OK yet, but for me to have days at a time free of cramping is a damn fine step closer.

“Tooth paste” should be called “tooth polish,” and “nail polish” should be called “paint”

nail polish 1Hello again, friends. Thanks for returning after my last mushy post. As a thank you and to drastically change the subject, I’d like to share with you some of my recent fun little projects. I’ll get back to the nail paint in a minute.

Project 1:

My new BBQ essential. A table-top marshmallow roasting station.

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Skewers, marshmallows. You know the rest.

Project 2:

The drawer where I keep my nail polish. Pinterest would tell me to put spice racks on the wall or door. Or use one of those dumb plastic things with pockets for shoes or whatever.  That all takes time, money, and effort. Plus, the example pictures you find are all comprised of one or two brands. Mine are all different sizes. They’re just in a mess in a drawer. Rather, they were just a mess. Until I thought of an answer super-fast, basically free, and done in minutes.

nail polish 2I cut toilet paper rolls into 3 or 4 pieces and stapled them together in groups of 4 or 6. You’ll notice that I didn’t staple them all together. Leaving them unattached makes them more flexible and accommodating of all those different bottles. Even ones in pen form. I can open and close the drawer and they don’t fall over.

nail polish 3 There you have it. One cubic foot of my life is in astounding order.

Project 3:

Venus fly trap. (Like I said, today is a drastic departure from my usual posts.)

A few days ago I bought this wee little carnivorous plant. It was a perfect time to come into my life, as that evening I was greeted in my bathroom by a big black super-fast scurrying spider. I made Emily catch it in a cup, and we “fed” it.

venus fly trapI’ve been fascinated with it, and yes I have poked it a couple times just to make it snap shut.

I contacted another business about showing my art, so cross your fingers that they like my stuff. I’ll keep you posted.  To sign off today, I offer you this picture I snapped the other night while watching a Nature special about lions. Matilda climbed on my lap (she likes watching big cats) and I caught this face:

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The call of the wild.

Art, food, and cat. All that you’ve come to expect from my blog.

*boop*

*boop*

Oh, hello there! Have I been asleep for a month? Or have I just neglected my blog? For better or worse, I have not been sleeping for a month. But I have been busy, and although I haven’t been present digitally, I have kept my dear readers in mind. So here’s some good news from 2013 thus far:

At Bare Bones Cafe, SE Belmont

At Bare Bones Cafe, SE Belmont.

I hope you take an opportunity this month to check out Bare Bones Cafe, where my art bag exploded on the back walls. No less than 9 of the pieces on display have never been seen by the public. In this picture alone there are 4 paintings that have never even hung on a wall. There are a few watercolors no one has seen. Plus all three of my big collages– Paris, Portland (with nicely placed lighting and seating!) and Mt. Hood.

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Like many Portlanders, I’m totally in love with Mt. Hood. It’s a different kind of beautiful every day, and I’ve got easily 10 pieces based on it (you can see 5 just in these pics). A couple years ago there was an art show organized just to showcase Mt. Hood art– imagine my excitement! I submitted my Mt. Hood Collage gleefully;  and against all rules of fairness in the universe, it was not accepted. Imagine my broken heart! Well, I’m happy to say that my collage has been officially introduced to all of Portland, thanks to Willamette Week and their “I Made This” feature for local art.

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Short of being on the front cover, I couldn’t have asked for better newspaper real estate. Next to the crosswords and sexy ladies? Yes please. Thanks, Willamette Week. This was a big deal for me; a vote of confidence I have desperately needed.

mix coconut tartSpeaking of things that are desperately needed– here’s a scrumptious little picture I snapped when I was in Ashland for the holidays. Mix Sweet Shop is a must-do when you visit downtown. This coconut tart is the stuff of dreams, Mimi can corroborate. Never have mother-and-daughter-in-law made such inappropriate satisfied moans as when we shared this confection.

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Nobody makes confections and inappropriate moans quite like Emily, who shared this awesome cookies-and-cream cake with us for her birthday. Between Emily and Holly we had 3 kinds of cupcakes for Jeff’s birthday/Superbowl. And for Bill’s birthday I made chocolate cake with coconut cream filling. It’s been pretty sweet around here.

Lastly for today, here is a peek at a watercolor I’ve just finished. I’ve been busy with brushes too, lately. So you’ll have those to look forward to.

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For now, I say Happy Monday and I hope this finds you well. Thanks!

More fruits from the crafty tree — or, my month in art continues.

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NanoArtMo item 22/30

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23/30 DAMMIT MATILDA THAT IS A GIFT

Hello again, friends! As promised, I’ll now share the remaining accomplishments of my New Art NO matter What Reasons I Make Otherwise. Well, I’ll share most of them. 22 and 23 are presents and I don’t want to give it away before I… give them away, you know?

However, I will tell you all about my turkey pot pies. I’ll be making this a Thanksgiving tradition. This beats the stuffing out of cold turkey sandwiches.

In the interest of full disclosure, I cannot claim full and total credit for the deliciousness of these pies. I was armed with my favorite pie crust recipe and a bounty of leftovers fashioned by Tony’s hands. He did the cooking magic– I just rearranged the ingredients.

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24/30 best pot pie EVAR

I lined the 6 cups of my oversize muffin pan with rolled out pie dough. Then I put a couple tablespoons of turkey, a spoon of gravy, a scoop of stuffing, and more gravy.
I did not include mashed potatoes for two reasons: I didn’t want the pies to get too mushy, even though they’re half full of stuffing. But mostly because there are rarely ever mashed potatoes left after I’ve had Thanksgiving dinner, and that was totally the case this year.

So instead I thinly sliced some red potatoes and simmered them in creme with sage until they were mostly cooked through. Then I layered those on top of the pies with a little more gravy. That’s right, potatoes au gratin in a pot pie! I had some extra pie crust so I put dough hearts on top.

There, Martha. Stick that in your oven and broil it.

…Actually I baked them at 350 for like 45 minutes. And then I enjoyed them for like three days.

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25/30 Oh Hai Kitty!

Back to the classical definition of art…. the stuff with a paintbrush. And in these cases, watercolors.

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26/30 cherry blossoms… again

Ok I’m going to tease out this topic into yet one more post. The remaining Nano arts are yet to come. I hope this finds you well, and if you’re like me (and already beginning holiday travel) do be careful, and thanks as always.

My NanoArtMo has been a successful experiment. Here are some of the results.

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17/30 a blending study

This started as a little something I lifted off the Pinterest boards– though it originally came from this lovely blog. I had the same intention: to practice blending watercolor paint. And I like what both of us ended up with. I like to think of this as a sunrise viewed through venetian blinds.

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18/30 water droplets study

This little thing was a similar lets-just-try-it exercise. The original is much smoother, my scanner is getting old and lazy and doesn’t like to recognize fainter colors (the blue-greys in this water droplets exercise, and the pinks of the venetian sunrise).

Although I do not have the photos to share with you, I submit the following dish as art this month too. Because what you bring out of the kitchen can be just as creative and beautiful as what you put down on paper or paint on a canvas. And though Tony did nearly all the cooking for Thanksgiving, I did put in my efforts too.

So, from the kitchen I submit: 19/30 Buttercup Squash Soup (or as I like to think of it, The Best Soup Mimi Ever Had)

ButterCUP. Not butterNUT.

ButterCUP. Not butterNUT.

I cut one squash into 6 or 8 wedges, removed the seeds, and put them in a casserole dish. I brushed them with maple syrup, laid some rosemary sprigs on top, covered it all with foil and roasted them at 300 for 30 minutes. This will soften the squash with steam, the rosemary oil leeches out, and the maple syrup caramelizes.

Then I removed the rosemary twigs (they completely dry out in that first roast), sprinkled the wedges with cumin and ground ginger. Next I put some more fresh rosemary twigs on it and drizzled everything with coconut milk. (enough so that the surfaces of squash are coated, but not so much you leave coconut milk sloshing around the pan. Kick the oven up to 350, put it in the oven uncovered for 20-30 minutes, or whenever they are cooked thoroughly.

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20/30 glass lotus votive holder, now with red petals!

Since the first roast mostly cooked the squash through, this second roast is where the spices get sealed in under browning coconut milk and it’s culinary gold. Again, the rosemary will lend its flavor to the squash just by being friends in the oven. Once it’s all cooked through, throw away the rosemary and relax a minute.

20/30 another mountain scene

21/30 another mountain scene–again, the original has more pink hues

When it’s cool enough to handle, remove the squash from the rind (should be cooked enough you can do this easily with a spoon) and blend the buh-jeezus out of it.
Meanwhile, heat up some broth or stock (about 3/4 of a cup) on the stove and add the super-uber-duper-blended squash mixture. Simmer this delicious mess and tailor it to your tastes by adding more spice, coconut milk, or maple syrup. You can even throw another stick of rosemary in for this last heating. I love rosemary and the flavor goes so elegantly with the cumin and coconut, but adding it directly would ruin the super creamy velvety texture of the soup. Lucky for me (and the rest of us), rosemary is friendly and likes to share its flavor with its neighbors.

Not bad, huh? I actually did pretty well with my NanoArtMo, or: New Art NO matter What Reasons I Make Otherwise.  In fact, I succeeded! 30 new pieces of art in 30 days. I’m saving the remaining 9 for the next blog post, make sure you come back. 😉

Playground Dr’s diagnoisis: Malignant Boredom -or- Don’t care if I fit, I’m still gonna sit

Handmade Squirrel House by Mimi, in my kitchen window

Latest gem from the playground:

Kid 1 has been complaining about feeling sick, but is struggling to describe it better than I feel weird in my tummy, and tries “It feels like maybe… I have like, Kansas.”

Kid 2: You mean… cancer?

Kid 1: Yeah! Yeah Miss Pip I think maybe I have cancer!

Luckily there are times when the kids are happy AND healthy, and feeling creative. It started with a picture of Maty playing fetch in the snow.

But now he is valiantly pulling a water boat. Because he has so much energy he defies physics! Completely plausible to those who know him– this 10 year old has found the Fountain of Puppyhood.

Been busy in the kitchen too, of course. Last week I did what one might call Lazy Kebabs. I’ve used rosemary twigs in place of skewers before and totally loved it. So this time while I let the steaks sit in a dry rub, I seasoned the inside too.

So if you get your hands on some fresh rosemary, try it. Take off all the needles–trust me, it still works. Plus then you’ve got all those loose rosemary leaves to chop up and put on potatoes or meat or bread or carrots or…

I’ve been overdue to share my stories with you. I know I miss the cat very much when I am away from her. So for your kitty fix, here’s my little Fluff Muffin.

Oh, were you using this?

Don’t haiet the player, haiet the game (of life)

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Hello? Is anyone there? I know I’ve been conspicuously absent these last couple weeks. I thought that having a new job with regular predictable hours would bring just a small splinter of regular predictable-ness into my life. That’s what I get for thinking.

I have been working more hours than anticipated, have put in some considerable time on several art projects, done a little dancing, and have been absent from the internet while trying to deal with Life’s Surprises. Thank you to everybody who’s been here for us this Out Of Control March (and Left-Footed February, and WTF January).

And though my keyboard has been silent, I have kept my readers in mind. I have my camera and notebook handy. So, one thing I’ve been wanting to gush about:

Soup! There have been literally hours of simmering happening here. I caught this story on the radio, and in culinary coincidence found out the next day that the nearest grocery store has a freezer full of beef soup bones. If you’re going to be serious about soup then you gotta start with stock instead of broth. The difference?* Broth is made by boiling meat. Stock is made with the addition of bones (and in my case, loads of herbs and vegetables).

Drawing on my reserve of pure homemade beef stock has yielded nothing but warm fuzzies and good news. Leek and potato soup sounds like dinner for a pauper, but it tasted expensive and filling and thick despite being cheap and full of vegetables and not actually any cream. I just enjoyed some truly stellar minestrone– which I think is Italian for “whatever’s in the cupboard” with truly little effort. 2 tablespoons of tomato paste, cans of corn/peas/beans etc, and stelline pasta. Lentils and rice get elevated to legitimately exciting food. Also the house smells AMAZING.

Here is a sneak peek at one wee little piece of my newest big honking collage. Cross your fingers for me, I submitted 3 pieces for a special show this summer. I miiiight just make you wait til then to see the big picture.**

Thanks again for reading, I hope you enjoy!

*For more on broth v stock, read here.

**probably not.

I’ve started a new course in my self-education in fine arts: Watercolors for Grown-Ass Artists

Today I will share with you a sneak peek at my progress in my new adventure, watercolor painting. I abandoned this medium sometime before I hit puberty and remember it mostly with frustration. But Bill has suggested for some time that I try it again and give it a fair chance with artist-quality supplies. So for the last week I’ve been facing my artistic nemesis, watercolor paints. I have had a few flashbacks to art class as a kid, squeezing my paintbrush too tightly vainly hoping to control the “paint.” Getting irked that the colors were never saturated enough. Impatiently waiting for paint to dry and watching paper wrinkle… ugh.

This is what I’ve learned: I can get the color saturation I want by using tube watercolor paint instead of the pallets of little cups. I remedy the waiting-time irritation by having two pieces going at once.

As for “controlling” the paint all I have is a little more patience and more words. This demands a lot of control, but at the same time you have to be unruffled by what Bob Ross could call happy little accidents. Those happy little accidents of spillage or muddling or dripping or mixing were the things that drove me away from this years ago.

But I’m trying. And between you and me (the brushes aren’t listening) I’m doing pretty well.

My creativity has not been confined to the page and brush. I had a stroke of genius in the kitchen, and you know how proud I get of those.

Step one: bread + cookie cutter + buttah + frying pan + egg = Egg in the Basket/Alabama Eggs/Bull’s Eye Eggs/One Eyed Monster/Rocky Mountain Toast/ whatever your mom called it.

One Eyed Monster + ham + cheese + more bread = What I call The Brunchenstein. A perfect mash-up of breakfast and lunch for the truest brunch.

Flip it, eat it. Be pleased. Raise your brunch mimosa (or breakfast bloody mary, or dinner beer) and cheers to a most historic person:

Now my hands smell like garlic and look like Kandinsky

Great news! I’ve been painting. Here’s a little peek at one in a quickly growing series, a study on a geographic icon. This is one canvas on which I had a good time. If you think finger-painting is fun, 1: you are correct. 2: using textured painting medium is 150% more fun.

I also poked a few holes in the cloves for extra oil-infusion

After I put 6 different canvases in varying stages of completion around the living room to dry, I busied myself in the kitchen. Here’s my shout-out to Good Food Not Much Time, something to do when you have a bit more time to play with. Spend a little time on this, and you’re food will be Extra Good for Some Time. Roasted garlic butter.

I took 6 bulbs of garlic (if it’s worth doing, it’s worth over-doing) and cut the tops off the cloves, like so. I lined cupcake tins with foil (now that I think of it, you could use cupcake papers too), and poured olive oil over them. I covered the whole delicious mess with more foil and popped them in the oven. 375 degrees for 20 minutes.

Then pour some more oil on them, replace the foil covering, return to oven for another 20 minutes. Uncover and bake for another 10-20 minutes, or until they look like this:

Allow them to totally cool (and totally fill your house with amazing smells) then remove the cloves from the bulb. Most of them will slide out if you squeeze gently. The others you might have to go after with a pokey of some sort.

My trifecta of sous chefs: Hubert the food pro, Patsy the Kitchenaid mixer, and Jesus the Provider of Espresso

Then put all those wonderful roasted garlic cloves in a food processor with 2 sticks of butter. Add a little salt and pepper. Spread on everything.

I’ll wrap up today with another art sneak peek. I hope your January is coming along smoothly and nicely. Ta ta for now.

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