Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
As for the social... Amy H and I stirred 8 or 10 pots of noodles and I helped make some more chicken sandwich filling. It was a busy, hot day, but worth it.
I also went black raspberry picking with Alison and we each netted over 7 lbs of berries. This was enough for me to make two batches of jam and to freeze some lovely ones for later.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Well, the point is, come out to McDonald Grange Hall on July 20th and get some good homecooking. Don't worry about me and Amy making the noodles... we just stir the pots. (We typically make about 7 pots of chicken noodles.) Marge is the only one allowed to put in spices and is the General Taskmistress of Noodles. We are just the Stirrers. Until we reproduce our replacements. I think we might have this job for a few more decades.