How. Hard. Can. It. Be. Five words that must never be uttered lest you invoke the wrath of the Home Ec gods. This applies to undertakings as complex as sewing blue corduroy wrap skirts (my actual 8th grade Home Ec project) and as simple as making a pie crust (pie crust has what, maybe four ingredients? What's so hard about that??).
What I learned in Eighth Grade Home Economics: Never, never underestimate your ability to completely mess up. Ask my kitchen mate, who ruined a pound of perfectly good ground beef by crumbling the beef in the pan as it cooked and then wondering how she was supposed to put the browned beef back together to form hamburger patties. True story.
About this blog.
Who: I am a 43-year-old mom of two young sons, very happily married, living in suburban Chicago. Actually, the North Shore. Think "Swingtown" without the swinging and 30 years later, and add a bunch of Range Rovers to the scenery in place of the Buick Skylarks and Dodge Darts.
Why: A writer by profession, I have written one novel that seems destined to collect dust under the bed despite my agent's best Starbucks-fueled attempts to sell it. I have an idea for a second novel and this blog's purpose is to generate material for that novel. That, and I think this endeavor might be not only fun, but good for life in general.
What: An attempt to turn away from the big box, warehouse store culture in order to make things that I value. What this blog is NOT: a Martha Stewart-esque attempt at perfection and one-uppance. Please. Me one-upping anyone in Home Ec is like the fly attempting to one-up the fly swatter. Sooner or later I'm going to get crushed.
Enough poetic metaphors. It's time to launch into our first Home Ec project. I have rejected the idea of making my grandmother's recipe for "Yummy Dip" that includes Braunschweiger, potted meat AND mayonnaise, in favor of Helen's summery, non-potted, completely meat-free recipe for refrigerator pickles.
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