Bugger.

I lost my checkbook today. Somewhere in between the car and putting away veg at the first stop of the farmers' market.

I'm not that worried about people writing bad checks on my account - it's a lot harder these days, but I'll still be keeping a close eye on it. There weren't that many checks in there. But it's annoyingly worrisome.

Fud passion, and the lack thereof

On the brighter side, we had a very nice short-notice dinner with gormflaith last night. We made Icelandic chicken with a fresh hippy chicken, house-cured bacon, and sage from the yard. She brought us two fresh baguettes and a nice bottle of wine we split with dinner. Good conversation, food, and hanging out.

The ostensible reason for dinner was me gifting her a huge bag of baking books that I'm not using. I also lent her my baking trough - the last time I used it was last year's W-AT War, and that was mainly as a demo.

It was tough to admit to myself what I've known for some time: that baking is not what I'm passionate about right now. Or for the last 5+ years. But this way the books can be used by someone who will appreciate them instead of taking up pointless space here. The trough is only a loan, though; I like it too much to give it away, but she can use it as long as she's interested in baking so that it's of use rather than a shelf-filler here.

ysabella_dolfin said something that resonated: "Any time you want to do something hard... people always say the most important component is passion. Passion is like lust, a blinding desire that must be quenched."

What gets me excited right now? Charcuterie, as is blindingly obvious. That I'm not alone in it makes it even more fun.