Bread Bags

I have recently taken to wearing plastic bags inside my snow boots. They make the boots easier to get on and they add a layer of insulation. Someone, when they saw me doing this, cracked: “You need Wonderbread bags, not grocery bags, like we used when we were kids.”

Except in my family, we didn’t eat Wonderbread. We were a Millbrook family. There was a Millbrook bread bakery on the north side of the city. One could smell the bread baking when whizzing by on the interstate. My Girl Scout troop took a tour of the factory, where we learned that at least part of their advertising campaign was true: Millbrook Bread was baked to music.

 

House Proud

Many years ago, when I was a single, career-minded young woman, I read an article in Cosmopolitan magazine that changed my life. No, not a piece of the “how to satisfy your man” ilk. “How to Be House-Proud” by Rita Barnett struck such a deep chord in me, I cut out the article and re-read every couple of years.  The article became a guide in my quest to build a life I loved.

I am a homebody by nature, a nester, as one friend described me. What the article made me realize was that if I took care of my home, my home would take care of me when I needed it. When unexpected company dropped by. When I had a food craving. When I was sick. The mind set served me well for many years.

But life changes. Marriage, children, career advancement, career loss, new job, serious pursuit of my writing, and so on. Besides, when one lives with others, one has to accommodate their concepts of home, too, which might not always coincide with one’s own.

Some habits, however, are worth clinging to.

The habit I developed of keeping certain nonperishable foods on hand is one I’ve maintained. In upstate New York, winter weather can be uncertain. I feel secure (and even smug at times) knowing if my family and I get snowed in, we wouldn’t go hungry. To me, that’s what home is: hearty, (mostly) healthy meals.

Are there days when I wish I could come home from my day job to a clean house? You bet. But I’m not the only one who lives here. And serious pursuit of my writing career meant serious reappraisal and restructuring of my available time.

Being house proud, as the article states, is not about mopping and dusting. It’s about the making of a home.

Clean Out Your In Box Week

This is National Clean Out Your In Box Week.

I try to clean mine out daily. The longest I go is weekly. I dislike clutter; leaving old emails hanging around in my inbox is a form of clutter.

What I really need is a “Clean Out Your Email Server” week. Once a month. It’s usually one of my goals, but I’m not very good at staying current. Because my website server doesn’t not have the option to delete incoming mail after a certain amount of time, I need to do it manually. When the server gets too full, my email isn’t forwarded to the program I use to manage my email.  And that is a bad thing. Truly.

 

Getting to Know You

Today is National Get to Know Your Customers Day. You get to see slices of my life. What about your life?

  • What’s your favorite color?
  • If you had to eat only one food for a month, what would it be?
  • Favorite snack food?
  • Favorite winter activity?
  • Coffee or tea?

You can answer any or all of the above questions.

Changes

It’s that time of year when most people, including me, start thinking about the upcoming year. Yes, I’ve set my goals for 2018 (see my blog of December 13), but I’ve been thinking about how and when I do things. I’ve decided it’s time to make a few changes in my social media calendar.

My twice weekly blogs will be moving to Mondays and Thursdays.

I will no longer be tweeting my Tasting Notes Tuesdays

I’m sure I will be tweaking my schedule as the year progresses. Stay tuned!