Meme: 31 Days of December: Day 6 Food

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Day 6: talk about food this year

I don't know that I have anything to say about food. I love to hear about food from people who really love it, but that is not me. If I could switch over to pills and get all my sustenance, I would be fine. I don't enjoy cooking, I could eat the same thing every day and I would be fine.

That being said, I have had some delicious meals this year. A friend of ours is Hawaiian and used to own a Hawaiian restaurant here locally; she threw a giant party for the birthday of one of her grandsons, and the food was amazing. My grad school bffs and I ate our way through Memphis, which was a great time. I've had delicious alcoholic drinks in St Louis, Chicago, and Memphis, as well as here at the house. The two Thanksgiving dinners we had were fantastic. We've had a bunch of spicy deer sausage from Sister T's boyfriend, and it was great. I've found a sugar cookie recipe that will work for some of my art food plans this month, and Nephew was thrilled with the test run. Once a week or so J and I have dinner with friends at a little brew pub, and once a month they have a special burger, and those have been ridiculous but pretty great.

I'd much rather hear you guys talk about food. Tell me your favorite things?

Meme: 31 Days of December: Day 7 My Week

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Day 7: your week, in great detail

Yeah, no. My week involves a lot of job hunting and being depressed. I went to pottery class this week, though, and that was fun. I actually managed to take a piece off the wheel, for the first time in weeks. I needed the win that brought; I've been feeling like a complete failure, and even considering quitting (I came to the end of one cycle, i.e, the end of one big bag of clay), because it felt like I wasn't making any progress and I wasn't learning anything, so all I was doing was wasting my instructor's time and all that clay. (Technically, the clay can be processed to be reused, but it still feels like a failure.) But I finally finished a piece enough to take it off the wheel, and I actually figured out what was going wrong when I try to raise the walls (which is how you make the walls an even thickness from top to bottom and add a little height). That was a relief, and I'm proud that I figured out I needed the win of finishing something on the wheel, because I could have tried to make the new piece taller, but there was the risk I would ruin it, and I needed the win more than I needed a more perfect piece. That is a concept that is difficult for me and my perfectionism.

Also, the first piece I ever took off the wheel at my very first class has been glazed and fired, and while there are so, so many errors, it is a gorgeous blue color and really thrilling to hold something that I created.