This time of year, I think having something like A.D.D. or O.C.D. is actually helpful.
I have a dear friend who’s a shrink…a good friend to have, incidentally, much like friends who make their own food or like to repair cars or computer glitches. Our discussions of certain-things-wrong-with-brains include many “disorders” that actually serve some purpose. And it’s at this time of the year when I have exactly eight food-processing functions going on in the kitchen right now that I think having a piece of crazy might be helpful. (I haven’t held up a mirror to myself lately so maybe I am already a bit nuts, and it’s already working.)
Looking for another five-pound weight to throw down on top of the parmesan cheese I am pressing, I realize the half-gallon jar of fermenting beets, sitting nobly off by itself, would do the job. So on it goes, fitting snugly into the press, and lo, those other weights set nicely on its top.
Funky smells, sticky floors, bubbling pots, a full counter of canned jars and a sink full of drying dishes: It’s August all right. Every morning and evening is taken up, somehow, with some form of food preparation. There’s other preparation that is happening daily too: the freezer birds (turkey and chicken) need twice daily care, the egg birds need love, the goat needs milking, the weeds need pulling…and then there’s the harvests. It’s a bit maddening.
For those of you who think I somehow squeeze more in my days than most: I don’t quite know if I do. I know I don’t sit down much except during working hours! And I do go to bed really early (mainly to read) wherein I am in bed by 9:00, then up by 6.
Boundless energy? I doubt it. Just a serious seasonal case of put-it-away-for-later-itis!