I am right where I belong. It is raining. I live in Oregon and so, unlike my sun loving compatriots in other parts of the southern world, I am happy to see the rain return. The rain means that I will allow myself to stay inside and make two things from our weekend chore list—bread and granola. In the summer, we are lucky to make bread and granola once a month. Must spend every moment outdoors. Now, every week, until the sun shines again, I will make bread and granola. I eat the granola every morning on my yogurt and top it off with berries that I froze this summer.
The rain means our red Le Creuset French oven will live on our stove instead of on top of the fridge. We will cook bread, beans, soups, and braise meat. Stefan will teach me how to love duck. I will teach Stefan how to cook a galette. We may do some canning if we can find any more root veggies in the garden that we have not dug yet.
When Stefan was a kid, he lived with his parents in a cabin without a bathroom and they had a garden. They lived the one block diet before it was cool. Stefan loves most veggies, especially beets. Maybe this is because he learned how to can them from his mom when they lived on the farm. The rain makes me want to learn more. What will you teach each other?