The Last Retreat

I’ve decided to stop cooking large format meals. I love feeding people. I love cooking. But as a solo thing, it’s unfun. Sourcing product is its own form of terror.

Even with the fortune of being having a farmer close to the kitchen, I need more time in the soil with the plants that make the food in order to make this whole cooking thing worth the injuries I rack up in the kitchen.

I am an old mare, after all.

So I’m returning to soil health and growing as the first step to food.

This last retreat at Icicle Creek Center for the Arts is the group that makes me want to cook the most. I’ve been cooking for them since 2017 and it hurts to say goodbye. They are dedicated non professionals and people who simply love music enough to commit a weekend to learning to play better. The organizer of the retreat is the movie version of a point of contact – she’s on top of everything.

Today starts a week of sourcing, cleaning, prepping, cooking, serving, cleaning more, and making everything feel and taste like, well, my love. I hate writing and cooking at the same time. But maybe that’s the exercise here.

Dunno. Welcome to the Bitte Bitte end as we know it micro blog – where 16 hour days are too short.

Today’s to do list: sourcing, horse care, child care, birthday celebration, and prep.