spring is a fickle lady

Today we awoke to yet more snow. I can't contemplate spending another post on pining for spring or on the wrath of winter.

So instead, let's talk more food and music. I'm half down with the flu, so of course, I'm returning to my favorite consolation- cooking. I'm making sauce like my grandma used to, only vegetarian so that every member of the house can enjoy. Then, I am going to make some eggplant-meatless balls. The sauce recipe is a carefully guarded and only passed down in person, so I can't share that one, but if the eggplant turns out well, I'll post that!

We just bought the new Decemberist album, "The King is Dead" using a gift certificate from the holidays. It's the kind of music that seeps down into me, and that I hear something new from every time I listen. The first track, "A Turning of the Season" is like an anthem I didn't know I needed. There just isn't a bad song on the record.

It reminds me how much I am craving an instrument. For years, my voice was my instrument, but then my voice changed- and my ability to sing went down the tubes. Since then, I've tried a few instruments, but I'm still trying to find the one that really fits. I'm taking suggestions, I like the sounds of fiddles, banjos, earthy music- and I am impatient. I need something that I can have some kind of result from with hard work, but not endless toil. Of course, finding time to fit this in to the other myriad of things happening seems like a long shot. But... a life without music just doesn't seem complete. In the meantime, I've put that album on repeat.