I’m not a resolution-maker. This has more to do with my fear of failure than anything else; but also includes the fact that my personality dictates that when I decide to do something, I just do it — no waiting until January 1st, or the urge will fall by the wayside. So I give you this vaguely-defined “list,” rather than a set of “resolutions.”
This also means that you can’t hold me to any of them. See how well that works?
In the next twelve or so months, I would like to:
- work in earnest on the (at times) deplorable diets of my three young children. Especially the youngest, our two-year old who by the very fact of being our third has already learned how to subsist on a diet composed primarily of dairy, grains, and cookies.
- make a habit of taking my cod liver oil each and every day, not just the days where I open the refrigerator and my eyes happen to land on the lonely bottle. If I’m gonna hit 40 soon, I want to do so with fervor.
- related: invest in eating good fish, more regularly. This will be pricey, so a plan is needed.
- kind of related: try my hand at making sushi. It would help if I hadn’t just given away that old sushi cookbook at the White Elephant Christmas party. Though, I think Emily ended up with it, so maybe she’d be willing to share?
- exercise more. I know that has nothing to do with food, but isn’t it on everyone’s nebulous list?
- catch my own sourdough starter.
- get back into making fermented beverages, preferably without moldy scobies.
- grow a real garden. Not exactly sure what will define “real,” but I hope I’ll know it when I see it.
- can my own tomatoes. This is heavily dependent on #8.
- teach someone how to make bread. Someone who actually wants to know how, not just a random person whom I hold captive in my kitchen.
- get my kitchen groove back. This is dependent on getting that good feng shui (the window is in our basement, ready for installation — we just need a little more cash for a backsplash and some time to make the magic happen).
- have one week, very soon, where we eat nothing but the contents of our freezer. It’s like a very cold episode of Hoarders right now.
That’s it for now, though I’m sure I’ll be adding to the list.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some black-eyed peas to soak. It’s true that I don’t believe luck will have anything to do with my deciding, at my will, to actually do the things on this list; but it never hurts to start a year with smoked meat, beans, and greens.
Happy New Year! (And if you know me personally, or even if you don’t, I wouldn’t do you bodily harm if you happened to nonchalantly ask me about one of the things on this list. Just so I could be reminded that I actually thought about this stuff at one point.)