I just made grain-free, crunchy granola in a wok (oh, yes... a wok) and there is a hand-knitted wool hobo bag felting itself in the washing machine (that crazy sweater is done. Hooray!). Help yourself to the contact form on the right if you feel this whole experiment is getting out of control. Before you get too judgy, though, you should know that the granola is scrumptious. Dried coconut flakes, almond slices, hemp seeds, pumpkin pie spices, and coconut sugar tossed and toasted to crispy, not-too-sweet perfection and stirred into maple yogurt from pastured cows. We got dried mulberries in the co-op's bulk section, but then we walked around downtown to check out a funny gathering of VW buses and some real hippies playing hand drums and we ate almost all the dried berries by the handful like they were popcorn at a movie. They were better in our mouths than in granola... I think.
The dog next door has quit barking for a moment and we have sheets with no holes, a gas stove (I LOVE gas stoves!), a half bottle of cab, and a sky lit up with positively exuberant stars. This may be the first time in my adult life that I am not particularly anxious for a new year to start. This year is so lovely and ridiculous.
Speaking of lovely and ridiculous: Christy, if you're reading this, check your mail next week. (To clarify, you are the lovely. The sweater is the ridiculous.)
