I like beginning my days caring for my various brews. I haven't been doing much in the way of this over the past few months and I'm realising it feels good. Kind of right. This morning began with sourdough. I made up a double batch of dough, kneading away in a quiet kitchen while the children still slept peacefully in their beds.
Next I fed the ginger beer plant and put some kefir grains in fresh milk. I added flour and water to the sourdough starter. Done. My brews are all taken care of.
I also have kombucha and some comfrey ointment sitting on the bench. I made the ointment to try and heal some eczema I've developed on my ear of all places! I'm not sure if it's helping or not but something is. I've read that keffir helps too by balancing your system. I'm very new to keffir and still quite wary of it. I only have a small sip each morning. I worry that I haven't made it correctly and that, in reality, I'm drinking milk that's gone off. I've taken to putting some silky material over my pillow as well in an attempt to fix my silly ear. It's much more comfortable than the cotton pillow case. If my ear doesn't improve soon, I'll make myself a silky pillowcase.
There are pleasant offshoot thoughts too as I tend to my concoctions. I placed my bread into the large glass bowl that a friend sourced for me at an op shop. I used to use a smaller bowl but found, as the bread rose, the dough would get on the teatowel I covered it with. It is so hard to get sourdough out of the fibres and it's just an added chore. I mentioned to her that I was looking for a larger bowl and she found me one. So I smile remembering this thoughtful gift.
The keffir was given to me by a new friend I've recently met. I met her at a program I am taking part in this year. I'm warmed by the anticipation of this and many other new friendships I know I will strengthen as the year goes by and I spend more time with them working side by side.
There are down sides to the many various things I'm nurturing (but they are far outweighed by the positives). My benches are cluttered with many bowls and jars. Last night I tried to make room for a clean towel on which to place my gnocchi as I cut it. In the process of pushing a bowl further back on the bench, I knocked a carafe of red wine off the other side! It spilled over my handbag which I think may be ruined now. I'll try washing it today but I think it might get damaged in the process. The wine was from a bottle that tasted like it was turning so I saved it, hoping to turn it into vinegar. (Another lovely memory here of opening the wine during an afternoon with good friends)
The other down side is the dishes! So many dishes!
Tell me, what are you lovingly tending on your benches?