It's two days before My Big Move. I should be packing boxes and cleaning. What am I doing? Registering for a cheese making class.
About a month ago, my wonderful Renaissance woman friend Angela asked me, "Hey, do you want to learn to make cheese with me?" It seems there's a place in the northwest suburbs, Angelic Organics Learning Center, that teaches classes on cheese making. It's the real deal -- we'll milk goats and make several kinds of soft cheeses on Saturday morning, then camp in Rock Cut State Park, where we'll drink wine and eat the soft cheeses we just made. Sunday we'll explore the town that is purportedly quaint and rustic, then return to the Learning Center Sunday afternoon for a class in hard cheeses. The hard cheeses have to age, so they'll mail them to me a couple of weeks after the class. Tada!! Here's a box of cheese that I made, right in my mailbox!!
And then I'll know how to make cheese. And you will invite me to every dinner party you have because you know in your heart of hearts that your host gift will be cheese, lovingly handmade by me!! I'll also know how to milk a goat, which probably won't get me invited to any extra parties.
I'm moving Saturday. Please pray/send positive thoughts/do what you do. I'll be much less stressed now that I'm registered to become a cheese-making aficionado. There is no Knit Night at Squiggly's tonight -- as a matter of fact, the store is going to be closed all weekend. I'll be back with all of you on Monday to tell you about The Move and, potentially, a Yarn Adventure with Dr. Emily. As always my darlings, Peace, (radical) Love, and Yarn!