only talking two people, but, still, it reminded me of my kitchen work. I would never bother with a TV in a kitchen, because what I want when I'm working is sound, not something to look at. Music or some kind of talkie thing, a way to suck up info.
But as I said the last time I cooked and wrote, the podcasts I'd been so fond of for so long are getting old for me. I'm getting close to doing an abrupt turn to music. Hmm. I heard a Rhiannon Giddens' concert Friday night. Maybe something like that.
But not quite yet.
|Not a big binge. Seriously, I'm a little embarrassed.|
And listening to short stories gave podcasts a little new life.
We All Come From Somewhere by Kristian Mecom Listening to this illustrated the problem with listening to podcasts--someone came into the kitchen at an important moment, and I don't know how the main character got to the place she ended up. Or if she ended up there at all. Maybe something metaphorical was going on.
Regret by Erin Sommers On the one hand, I'm thinking, This character would risk her good life for that guy? On the other hand, I'm thinking, Okay! This character would risk her good life for that guy!
For the time being, I'm going to try to limit myself to podcasts of published work, both fiction and essays. If I can find them. But I'm sure music is in my future.
Also, I've baked a lot of biscuits, shortbread, rolls, and pear crisp these last six months. I need to do something else.
I need something different to listen to and something different to bake.
Weekend Cooking Meme hosted by Beth Fish Reads.
Editing Note: While trying to edit a tiny error the day after publishing, I deleted an entire paragraph and had to rewrite it. So if anyone is into rereading, you may see some minor differences. Trials of blogging.