Scratch

Another random post from:  10/10/10

Cracker Barrell has some random billboards. Have you noticed? There was one I think that read, 'scratch made breakfast.' John and I thought it sounded weird. "Scratch made?"  But, I think they have weirder ones than that. I often read their billboards and think they need a new marketing team...

(SIDE STORY:  (added today, 1/21/2012) While, we are on the 'made from scratch' topic, I was on the phone with my neighbor, and I think she told me she was making a cake, or I was making a cake.  I asked if it was from scratch...  Her definition of from scratch is from a box, and I told her what my definition of scratch was, and she was like, "you add your own flour and milk?"  We still laugh about that...)

Anyway, on a totally different note, I've got this itching to start all over, from scratch, regarding different areas of my life. Today? I want to gut all the stuff in my house and start over. Tonight, I decided I want more color. I know, I know. I know what you're thinking if you've been in my house, "more color?" Yes. More color! I'll add it to my list...

I've also thought about moving somewhere. I don't know where... somewhere different. Hawaii? Somewhere new... New foods, new people, new shopping, new house. To start over from scratch.

(added today, 1/21/2012, I've decided that my mom was like a home base for our family.  We wanted to be near to her.  After she passed away, and my dad has remarried, that home base isn't really the same.  I don't have that desire to stay close to home anymore, it doesn't really feel like a home base without her.  Though I would like to be relatively close to my siblings, but I know they would totally come to visit me in Hawaii!!!)

I always thought I wouldn't be that type of person, who'd want to pick up and move. I grew up in the same house that I was brought home from the hospital to when I was born. I played in the same yard, went to the same church building, etc. etc. etc. I thought I wouldn't like change. I really never had a taste for exactly what change was.

Within these past few years I've been able to taste it quite frequently. Some I liked. Some I didn't.

But, on our road trip this summer, I decided I want to be a gypsy. I want a little change. I want to live in different towns for small periods of time. Enough time to try all their good foods, experience all the good shopping, see and find all the natural treasures, and then move on to the next town. I think after John asked how we would fund this new way of life (to which I responded that we could just make stuff and sell it on the street... carpet baggers? is that what they were called) he then told me he thought I wouldn't like it very much. "What would you do with all of your dishes? How would you host parties?" What? We wouldn't be able to host parties in a motor home?

I do have this urge to start from scratch. I love to see new places. I want to plan for us to be away every weekend exploring a new place. I like to see new things, and try new things. I try to keep that part of me satisfied by trying new recipes. That's something feasible I can do. I guess I cook so many different recipes that when I asked my husband what his favorites were he responded with, "well you make something really good, but then you might not make it again for two more years because you are always trying new recipes."

That's my change, I guess. 'Scratch made' recipes.