Yesterday, Witchlette and I baked for Make it Monday.
Our weekly routine has been mostly abandoned, save for baking once a week. Not always on Monday, but definitely baking. With her growing imagination and ever-impressive conversational skills, I feel I don’t need a routine to stay engaged. Because we all know that weekly routine was only for my own sanity.
I had been noticing the past few weeks that she would ask to do something and I was increasingly saying, “No.” Yesterday, she asked why. I didn’t have an answer. And I told her so. “I don’t know why no. So, yes!”
I also noticed that, when I was doing something that should have been enjoyable, work, but still enjoyable- rolling dough and shaping pies, for instance, I would find myself getting annoyed when the dough wouldn’t cooperate.
Witchlette saw the frustration, and commented on it. Life lesson time: sometimes, you do things that are fun, but they are also hard. You have to remember that you’re doing them for fun. So breathe, shake it out. We shook the grumpies out, and finished our pies.
Ok, so I only made 11 hand pies and refroze the rest of the dough. You also have to know when to pack it in and call it a day!
7 maple bacon pecan for Hubby, four blueberry for me and Witchlette. Hubby got more because we still have strawberry nutella pies in the fridge.
One of the main things I hope my little Witches walk away with is the ability to take everyday work and necessities and do them with pride and passion. Find the Magick in the mundane, that’s the key to Kitchen Witchery- and life in general.