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Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Six:  Quality.

My dad and I made soup today from scratch and it was lovely.  It’s beena  while since I’ve found my own recipe and followed it and made something actually worth eating, and that was nice.  I think I just like knowing what goes into my food, and I’ve been so full all evening…Macdonalds fries have nothin’ on me!  But seriously, creating from a recipe has such a  satisfying touch.  Like I look at a page, go through take the time to buy everything, chop everything, put it all together nice, instead of just quickly throwing a bit of materials together and maybe eating it afterwards.  That need to know everything, the process of everything, remains.

Moving forward I hope to make some different things this term.  Some simple things that I won’t have to plan too much for or take too much time to make, but some delicious healthy things, because we all know that frozen lasagna gets old pretty fast.  I wish I had my own kitchen to work with, and a proper kettle and a radio on the counter to listen to music at the same time.  When I grow up and have a house of my own, am I right?

And a garden to grow random fruit and vegetables in.  I want to get a birdhouse too I think, and make it like my grandparents had when I was little.  And a clothesline.  I feel like my dream house is actually a stepford house from the nineteen-seventies, but forgive me I can dream big, can I not?  I’ve been finding myself thinking of the future lately and what I actually do want, and realising that my life is right in my hands at this point.  I can do whatever I like with it, I just have to make the right decisions and let them fall into place.

So here’s hoping that the next few decisions work out in the end, and wishing you all the best on your decisions this holiday season and beyond.  

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