Somewhere in my longing for Americana, I have this romantic notion of what it would be like to live in the South, proper woman of the house looking over her Southern home, the sweltering air and crickets at sunset.
To be honest, I have no idea where this comes from. I don't even think it's from the movies. I've never been to the South and I'm almost positive that if I actually lived there at any time over the last century I would have real trouble, one way or another. Plus, I don't think it's just "the South" that's in my head, more of a meshing with images and music of the Appalachian mountains and my upbringing in Northern California.
While a past life full of hoop skirts and sweet tea could be the answer, it occured to me today that maybe it's related to a larger movement I didn't even know existed by name. Again, my trusty, wise friend VeggieKnitter got me thinking when she told the story of someone being intrigued by her being an Urban Homesteader. Something clicked: is this what all my cooking, baking, gardening, crafting, sustainability, organic produce, composting-daily stuff is about?
OK, so maybe urban homesteading--working towards self-sufficiency in the "heart of the city"--doesn't really have anything to do with my fantasies about the South, but with the way my brain works, I still think there could be a connection. Even if it's scallop edging with polka dots, glass jars, jam, and fresh mint from the garden.
Dessert of Créme Brulée with Local Raspberry Jam+ Zubrówka Vodka & Organic Raspberry Apple Juice
Doesn't something about it just make you start dreaming?
2 comments:
Oh my GOD I love you. That dessert looks divine. I feel like talking about our Little House on the Prairie aspirations inspires me every time. I am so going to be a Northern California version of Laura Ingalls Wilder when I grow up. Jules is also very responsible for these desires in me.
Oh definitely. I'm not sure I can take credit for the majority of the thoughts in my head without serious credit to you & j.
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