Sense and Sensibility
I make most of my own meals(and freeze leftovers). I put up preserves. I freeze harvested vegetables. I make my own organic yogurt once a week. I even make my own soda/pop - sparkling water (serious addiction here!).
But now and again, the very odd time, I break out into outrageous behaviour.
I went to the grocery store today to pick up some chick peas. I use chick peas a lot in my cooking, they are an excellent source of protein and also very conducive to the kind of creativity in cuisine I try and cultivate - in my better moments. I could give you recipes. Even my stalwart Jiggs-Dinner-Newfoundlander friends ask for these recipes.
Well, anyways, I`m in the grocery store and find myself, unbeknownst to myself, at those sucker shelves. You know the ones. Stocked with china and cutlery and impulsey stuff. And I picked up a red teapot and a huge red candle and walked to the checkout.
I can`t ever remember doing anything so unsensible in well, years and years and years.
And it felt so absolutely wonderful and marvellous.
I kicked sensible to the curb.
And I will do it again.