I would love to be an official, certified hermit, and that might surprise a lot of people. I love being home, doing home things. I bake bread, and cake and pie. My people like them some pie. I do not bake muffins because my muffins are a dismal failure. I make all of our food from scratch because it tastes better. It's better for us, and cheaper, too, but mostly I cook because I like to eat tasty things and I know I can count on me to do that. We get our milk from a real, live cow named Clara, not from the store. Pasturized milk tastes icky to me, and my short people don't like it much, either. In the warmer seasons, we get our vegetables from a CSA. I can like a fiend in September: tomatoes, pie filling, pickles, jams, fruits. Also? We don't buy commercially raised meat. The Sausage Man from the Farmers' Market raises a pig for us each year, and we get a little more than a quarter of a pasture-fed Black Angus steer in the summer, because at $2.30 a pound, you can't beat the price. We have 8 very stupid chickens growing in our back yard, and they'll grow for 4 more weeks (or so), at which time we will take them to the nice man in the next town over and he will chop off their heads and pull out their feathers and return them to us packaged nicely in plastic bags. We also have 5 moderately stupid chickens living in our yard who lay about an egg a day, each, and we will not be taking them to the nice man in the next town over.
We also have two cats. Two weeks ago, we had three cats, but now we have two. Sore subject. Moving on.
I sew, for money and fun. Also I knit, but I don't crochet because it makes me say bad words. Loudly. I went to music school, and behaved myself mostly until my senior year, when I drank a lot and failed a math class (completely unrelated to the drinking, I swear) and then got to have a second senior year. It's hard to be as awesome as me, I know. Eventually I got my diploma, and my teaching credentials, and shortly thereafter I discovered that teaching makes me say bad words, and that I am not actually fond of other people's kids. (You and you? are not other people in this scenario.) So I don't do that any more.
We homeschooled our daughter this year. Homeschooling was something I never, ever, in a million billion gazillion years thought I'd be doing, but Miss O and public school was not a match made in heaven.
So tell me... who are you? I'm terribly curious to find out.