When I’m feeling a bit like a hot mess, cookies 🍪 can help. Eggcept, when I was trying to make the cookies, I cut myself (go see the latest post on our @theurbanroo page). The important thing is that I did NOT bleed into the cookies. And I suppose if I did, I could claim them as contaminated and not have to share with Guy Human, my SIL and nephew. Ha! 😝
🤕 Why am I a hot mess (besides slicing my finger)? Yesterday I twisted and sprained my ankle, but luckily I managed to save myself from kissing pavement. And the cold the nephew gave me 2 weeks ago has turned into another cold that he brought home from daycare. 😡🤒 Thus, I’m grumpy and confined to limited movements. I’m sitting on my couch working on another blog post and some urban farm maintenance stuff. When I look up (well I don’t even have to look up. It’s in my peripheral vision), all I see are overly stimulating toys and other stuff that shouldn’t belong in my living room. Sigh. I love the nephew, but I can’t wait until their stay is over. Oh, have I mentioned that he’s getting into the terrible 2s? I mean he’s actually a pretty good kid, but the terrible 2s is a monster of a thing! I really want to go back to being a childless curmudgeonly crazy chicken lady with a QUIET home peppered with the cackling, squawking and crowing of my feathered Dino-beasts. Ok. I need more cookies now. Maybe some ice cream too. 😜 And when Guy Human gets home, I might make him bring me a chicken to cuddle, ‘cuz #chickentherapy.
Regarding the cookies: they are a gluten free recipe that I tweaked. I cut out 50% of the sugar and added tons of chopped roasted almonds. I make a triple batch at a time, shape them into logs and store them wrapped in parchment paper in the freezer. Whenever I feel like a treat, I slice off a few rounds and bake! Just don’t slice your finger because you lose your balance while standing on one foot like a flamingo.
There are plenty of days that I just really don't want to function. I want to stay in bed, or curled in my chair with a blanket, and all I can manage to do is to scroll through the Internet (which never helps) or maybe read a book (which helps a little). And then I remember that there are living creatures that are wholly dependent on me for their survival. So I put on shoes and a jacket, and go outside to where there is actual sunshine and fresh air. My mood usually starts to improve as soon as I hear their excited little clucks, and continues to improve as I haul water, fill their feed bucket, and collect eggs. Not only do my hens ensure that I get at least some marginal exercise and fresh air each day, but they can give me a sense of purpose and accomplishment on the days when otherwise I might not leave my bed.
Honestly, sometimes we don't appreciate what a gift our animals can be.