Welcome to Blue Plate Mondays! We will be expanding our menus and filling up our recipe boxes with new recipes every Monday. Showcase your best recipes, share a food story, and make new friends. Gourmet is not required, just good food that tastes great. Why am I doing this? Read here and here. Don't forget to grab a plate!
I hope you will join us and share your favorite recipes. It is easy.
1. Create a post on your blog that includes a favorite recipe. Don’t forget the stories and any attribution necessary. If you don’t have a blog, e-mail your recipe to me and I will post it here for you.
2. Link back here to (un)Deniably Domestic's Blue Plate Mondays.
3. Link in with the Mr. Linky at the end of this post. Please be sure to do this after you have created your recipe post.
3. Check back often to see who is sharing recipes and visit the participants and leave comments.
4. Challenge yourself to try a new recipe each week and cram your recipes boxes full!
As an English teacher, I am driven, if not expected, to define the world around me and words that define that world. I define domestic as it was defined for me as I was growing up by those that I observed as domestic. To me, domestic was defined as a sparkling clean house, meals on the table at 8am, noon, and 5pm. Vacuum tracks on a living room carpet ready for company or Christmas morning. Silver was polished. Glasses were spotless. This morning, the knitting basket at my feet is spilling fiber onto the floor, there is a stack of new fabric on the coffee table (so I can gaze at its wonderfulness), breakfast bowls are in the sink, and the jeans I wore yesterday are still draped on the hope chest at the foot of the bed because it is Sunday and I just may choose to stay in my jammies all day. How do I define this?
I dislike cleaning toilets. I dislike washing dishes. I really dislike laundry – all things domestic, right? Wrong. These tasks fall under housework, work, work. I have lots of help. If some of you knew how much, well, you might not come back to visit. John is quite domestic, in that way, to my great advantage. But, often, we share this work and never, ever, look down on the other for choosing the more nurturing and happy making tasks over the have to dos.
Domestic refers to the art of the home, the pleasures of domesticity – not the state of my toilet brush. Jane Brocket, author or The Gentle Art of Domesticity: Stitching, Baking, Nature, Art and The Comforts of Home, makes the clear distinction between domestication and domesticity. Brocket writes that domesticity is “the pleasures and joys of the gentle domestic arts of knitting, crochet, baking, stitching, quilting, gardening and homemaking” and its counterpart is made up of “endless rounds of cleaning, washing, ironing, shopping and house maintenance” (8).
I love the domestic arts even though it seems difficult to find time for this art. These are the things that make me happy. My students will tell you that I always remind them to choose tasks in their days that make them happy, and careers in their life that make them happy. I share that happy trumps it all. Happy trumps, fancy cars, money, and designer clothes. Every time. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure these things are nice and I am sure they can be enjoyed, but only if first, and foremost, we are happy.
Food often plays a big part in our happiest memories and this week share with you a recipe given to me by someone who always made me happy. My Aunt Bee.
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