I’ve got my 25th high school reunion coming up soon. It freaks me out a bit that I could be that old, because, believe me, mentally and physically I still think I am 17. Anyway, the class secretary sent around a questionnaire filled with deep queries like “have you achieved your dreams?” Well, when I was 17 there was NO WAY I would think I would aspire to be a farm wife. Yet, here I am.
I have kimchi bubbling away on the kitchen counter right now. I am capturing another sourdough starter as my last one faded. I am researching and watching the progress on our grapes because this year is the year of verjus, vinegar and wine. I am embracing those unseen critters whose existence and steady reproduction make a lot of what makes us healthy and happy. I want to be a microbe farmer!
I didn’t put that on the questionnaire though.