The other day I awoke from an accidental afternoon nap thinking about how excited I was to have whey! Almost a pint of it! (from making cultured cream cheese out of homemade raw buttermilk. Yay Maine, for making it legal to buy raw (unpasteurized) milk). And then for some reason I got this song in my head, but only the part where they sing "oh way, oh, way, oh way, oh, way" and I couldn't figure out what song it was and it was driving me crazy so I went downstairs to find D., only he was curled up on the Murphy bed, fast asleep. I wandered into the bathroom to find Bonita curled up on the counter, fast asleep. Argh. The whole house! Asleep!
Later D. woke up but couldn't help me with what song it was. But I'm still excited about the whey because now I can make lacto-fermented vegetables! Yay! In fact, I started my first batch of pickled carrots tonight. Very exciting.
This Spring I was feeling sort of blah about food and my health. I read a book on macrobiotics and thought that wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Fortunately, when I was in Alabama my godmother treated my mom and me to massages. We drove into the countryside to the cozy home of the therapist, who mentioned that she is also a nutritionist and a member of the Weston Price Foundation. And she had copies of Sally Fallon's Nourishing Traditions for sale. I'd been meaning to get my hands on a copy of that for years now, but somehow never did. It was just what I needed.
So now I'm happily eating homemade yogurt, which does not make me phlegmmy (unlike commercial yogurt, which always has extra milk solids added to it, even the organic brands), and making buttermilk, and now I get to culture veggies! Wicked good.