Home Sweet Home

It's only been three weeks and I'm already starting to feel like my little house in Wiarton is "home". Not only do I have the space to plant a vegetable garden and have campfires, but I have seriously enjoyed the kitchen. One of my (self-diagnosed) obsessive compulsive tendencies, is my need to be in complete control of the food that goes in and out of the fridge. I like to buy the groceries, put them away, and keep a mental inventory checklist in the back of my head. I feel the need to know every item in the fridge or cupboard and when they need to be eaten. It just makes planning meals so much easier. Now that I live somewhere where I control the food, I find I am eating much healthier and making conscious decisions about the things I consume.

Yesterday I left Burlington at 5:45am and got to Wiarton in time to eat some breakfast and head to work. Surprisingly, the drive was quite enjoyable. I hate driving in the dark, especially for three hours with no one to talk to. Waking up early, however, I got to watch the sun rise and listen to the am DJ on CBC Radio 2. It was light enough out to enjoy the scenery on my ride.

This week I'm making medium-sized bowls, the kind used most often for serving at meals. It is the perfect size for a two-person salad. Three and a half pounds, 4 1/4" tall, 10 1/2" wide. I'm getting pretty good at throwing to a gauge.