Handmade, homemade – this dishcloth kicks ass!
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This past Friday and Saturday the Desert Heritage Women held a rummage sale and oh the treasures they had! I, however, was the model of self-restraint. I did not buy the black velvet “Jesus in the Garden” picture. I did not buy the Lassie pic (which in hindsight was probably stupid). I did not buy the friendship recipe decorative plate because I have beer and if you have beer you have friends.
I did buy the following two indispensible items:
Yes, that’s a folding sewing table. It folds up to about 4 inches thick but it doesn’t wobble and it has a second shelf that put’s the sewing surface of my machine even with the desk top. Cost – $2. Yes, that’s a 2. Man I love second hand. Just in case you haven’t drooled enough, here’s a second pic.
I also got this…
Oh yeah! Cost – $3. I know. It was extravagent but…
I used it to make this!
It was incredibly simple and turned out to be pretty tasty. It was a little heavy on the cream. Turns out that the best tasting ice cream is not pure cream. It’s a subtle balance between cream and milk. It’s ok though cause I have a new hobby… and I get to eat the mistakes.
Behold the humble sugar beet.
From this ugly root crop comes a big portion of this country’s sugar supply. I have often wondered how to turn this simple plant into the white sugar that sits on my shelf.
Well, I have an interest… ok an obsession with self sufficiency. I don’t know where it comes from. I certainly wouldn’t label myself a survivalist – I don’t think the country is going to collapse in the next few days, months, or years. Maybe it’s my frustrated desire to be a farmer. Or maybe it grew out of my early discovery/absolute love of fantasy novels. Every epic fantasy novel has a cottage scene. A cottage scene is always a resting scene. Sometimes it occurs at night when the honey-golden light of oil lamps and candles spills out windows decorated with lacy, homemade, well-made curtains. That light is so warm and pure you just know that the people who live there are good and safe. Usually a cottage scene involves food and drink. Crispy fowl roasts on the spit in the fireplace and a warm pie bubbles somewhere. Isn’t that somwhere you would want to stay? I certainly would and I think maybe I keep trying to recreate those feelings in my life.
Wow. That paragraph certainly got out of hand. hahaha The whole point, and I do have one, is I’ve finally found a piece of information for which I have long searched. (That’s an awkward sentence to avoid a prepositional ending.)
This video shows how to make sugar at home. It’s a lot simpler than I thought but not as straightforward as I imagined. It’s not like boiling maple sap to make maple syrup or sugar, but it’s not like you have to have equipment any more expensive than a modified juicer. I really think that with a little ingeniuty a self sufficient-ish person could make all their own sugar. How cool would that be.
These guys are living my dream. Here’s a link to their site.