22 January 2009

Being a hermit and saving your soul

Well, I'm entering the second month of motherhood, and I'm learning to love the days when I give myself permission to be a hermit without guilt. The progressive feminist in me thinks, 'Wow, I need to get out, to see the world, to engage with my fellow humans...' but some days, all I want to do is slounge around the house with Baby, to get dressed in whatever looks cleanish and comfortable, and to just BE.

I've declared today to be Hermit Without Guilt Thursday and thusly, I am ...now...slounging.

Baby seems to agree, as she's just fallen dead asleep with no forseeable screaming. So I get to watch Obama footage on NPR (and probably cry again like a big ex-patriot hypocrite who loves to feel proud of a country she's left...) and try some crafty projects.

Yesterday, I made African Peanut Soup - one of my old favourites - but didn't have the right kind of chilies. (I do love England, but good chilies are easier to track down in the states, for sure.) The cheesy muffins that went with it was the best part though. The soup recipe was from my old workplace, the Colophon Cafe, in Bellingham, WA. I'll include an attachment, with huge credit to them. If ever you seek hearty homemade veggie-friendly food, and you are in western Washington State, hearken to them.

So today will be cake-baking day, with some hefty sock-knitting to boot. (Ha ha, to boot. That's funny.)