Mondays later...

So, I have to start this post with a humble breath as I look at the last date that I wrote!  I told myself, "This will be hard to do every day, but every few days will be easy."  The problem was, my month of November turned into the month of saying "yes" to every side job or day gig that I could get.  I have been down right hustling my way through this bout of unemployment.
There are times in my life that I can remember being this busy, yet, I don't remember enjoying my days nearly as much as I am right now.  It is an excited, motivated, and optimistic "busy" which makes each day whiz by until suddenly it's 4:30, and that chanterelle torte that I had wanted to make should be started, and the best part is, I have the energy to do it!  I love cooking, and I love spending time to enjoy the process instead of quickly grabbing ingredients and violently chopping and stirring and mixing until they resemble a meal.  I love seeing something and thinking, "Oh, I can do that with THAT instead." Mostly because if I don't have celery I'll use a little grated parsnip or sliced fennel or something to get by and the taste is way better.
In addition to the physical part time work, I have been spending a number of hours in each day working hard to network for the things that I want to see happen in the next year.  Sticking with food as a theme, I feel as though I have four huge stock pots on my stove, each with a few different beginning ingredients to incredibly satisfying and nourishing stews.  They are simmering.  I am adding to them.  They are so exciting to me that I don't even dare begin to speak about the plans that I have for their finale, I am just constantly hunched over the stove stirring and smelling and smiling.
The title to this blog is a a bit silly, and maybe cliche, but it is a remarkable reflection of what is truly transpiring in my mind for this blog.  "So what?" I say to life as I got handed a bucket full of lemons.  "Who brew...?" I seemed to have asked to the universe somehow, because in the past month, each time I turn around there is someone with a new idea, recipe, or opportunity to turn those lemons into revolutionary goods.  It's brew time in my life, and whatever'sa brewin' is smellin' mighty good to me.
I am going to attempt to do this a bit more often.  Oh, and find some people to read it, too, one day.

yummy torte made in awful electric oven (one day I will have a gas again)