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Measuring Spoons and French Food

As the sky began to wake this morning to the melody of morning doves and pigeons, I sat with my first cup of coffee in hopes of finding something on cable to distract (interest) me while I had some time to myself.  I love this time of the morning when the world is just beginning to wake and I am left alone to my own devices.  Often, I spend this time reading (blogs, news stories, book reviews).  It's sorta my "New York Times" review of those things that interest me.  Twenty years ago, I read "USA Today" and "Newsweek" and sometimes threw in "People" or "TV Guide".  The advent of the internet has significantly altered this pattern of reading.  In fact, I am surprised that many newspapers and magazines are still in circulation in paper form.

Finding "Julie and Julia" on cable, I settled in for what I thought would be an hour or two of relaxing.  That goal soon changed.  Catching the movie at the beginning, I was so motivated to cook something.  Whitney has been asking for pancakes lately, and I have to admit that my gluten free lifestyle has caused me to crave all sorts of things lately, pancakes being one of those.  So, pancakes it became.

My favorite gluten free flour is garbanzo bean flour, and it is close to regular enriched wheat flout, but a bit different.  I have not taken time to make notes in my cookbook about the adjustments I've tried to get the pancakes to something close to those made with gluten flour, so I always stress a bit when I contemplate making pancakes.  As I've mentioned previously, cooking has always been my "thing", and I've been lost in the last 9 months with this lifestyle change.  Luckily, the countertops were clutter free and only a couple of dishes in the sink.  My OCD does not permit me to cook if the kitchen is disordered.

My favorite cookbook welcomed me graciously back into the kitchen.  I saw the sticky note in Whitney's handwriting that she placed there a couple years ago when she decided to make pancakes.  Feeling like the prodigal daughter, a peace enveloped me, and I eased into a routine that has been deeply missed.  As I slid open the baking utensil drawer.............yes, I have a drawer in my kitchen just for baking utensils............years and years of memories flooded my mind, and I transported to a place of comfort and tranquility.  For the next hour, I listened (half watched) the movie and imagined myself as a whole and successful person again.

The first time I watched "Julie and Julia", I imagined myself able to accomplish something similar to Julie's year long Julia Child cooking experiment.  When I watched the movie a second time a couple year ago, I realized that my life lacked the adequate resources to accomplish something like this.  Also, I realized that other experiments were available to me and that I needed to find ways to be creative with the resources at my disposal which is why I began earnestly working on my Shabby 'Round the Corner Facebook page and Bits and Pieces blog.  Sometimes, we try to copy what someone else has done without having the same passion or interest.  For example, I could not do a Julia Child year long cooking experiment because I am not a huge fan of French food.  Maybe I am just not a fan of very expensive food.

I do, however, have a huge passion for making something out of nothing.  I have lived my whole life on a very strict budget.  I greatly enjoy sharing my frugal recipes and tips for stretching limited food budgets to make pleasing and healthy dishes.  I hope that in this year of possibilities I can further expand my experiment, maybe even putting together a book of frugal recipes.

The day is continuing............... I have so many tasks I hope to accomplish today, one of these being the completion of some whispy skirts for Spring.  Or maybe heading to the Ransom Center to see the Civil Rights exhibit.


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