So I don’t recall which one of the homestead personalities said it, but:
“The perfect is the enemy of the good.”
By which is meant that we tend to struggle so much with the worry we need to get something flawless that we never get the task completed, or in many cases, even started.
Sometimes, city girl that I am, I struggle with how much effort has to go into everything. When you’re not buying a plethora of convenience products, the steps involved in making dinner can seem endless. And while I receive much satisfaction knowing that I can make a hearty and tasty meal from base ingredients, preserving the knowledge of how to actually create food from sourceable ingredients, sometimes exhaustion sets in. Basically, I’ve learned to become lazy about everything.
But the casserole was pretty good.
And after failing many times at making a biscuit I found as enjoyable as the frozen ones at the grocery store, tonight I finally (and almost effortlessly) surpassed their deliciousness factor. Why can I not make a biscuit but I have learned to make an excellent scone? Funny how that works.
I made a plain scone with half the amount of sugar, cut it n squares, and out of the oven came some very tasty, buttery biscuits. I’m calling that a kitchen win.
Also, I finally stopped whimpering to myself about my brassica (and overall garden) failures. I admit to feeling a bit defeated by the scorecard on this year’s garden, but there’s nothing to be gained by feeling sorry for myself about it. I made some tough decisions with pruner and hand spade, and I’m moving on.
Not sure if that’s a garden win or not, but it’s something.