This is the only jar left. I read that you can make "cream cheese" out of it. I think I will try. All I have to do is hang it in a cheese cloth until it is the right consistency.
I feel as though I grew up in the wrong generation. I was telling Ryan a few weeks ago that I wanted to try hand quilting, just in case I ever needed to use it (if we ended having to go w/o electricity for long periods of time). I have even thought of using cloth diapers for my kids, although I have not been brave enough to try it yet. I dream of making my own cheese, though that might have to wait until I have a cow to milk. Yes, I dream of having my own milk cows. I wish that corsets and long, full cotton dresses were in style. I would wear them every day. I really hate the cheaply constructed synthetic material clothing we have "in style" these days. I hate that everything is designed to wear out in one season. Why can't we just go back to the days where people could wear a dress/outfit for years without falling apart? You know, when clothes were actually functional instead of just a decoration?
I even have a push mower. That's right, the ones that do not have a motor of their own. I have a gas powered one in the shed, but I don't like to use it. I actually enjoy mowing the lawn with my push mower. I can mow anytime I like, not just when Ryan is home to watch the kids. They can even be walking right next to me when I mow. AND I don't stink like exhaust and itch like crazy when I am finished. (I never break a sweat working with my lovely push mower...only from the extreme heat.) AND my hands aren't all sore and swollen when I'm finished, like they are with the gas-powered mower. AND the grass looks healthier when it is cut by "scissors" instead of a "tornado".
Am I just weird or am I being prepared for hard times to come? I know the world is going to get worse before it gets better (2nd Coming), so maybe this is all just in preparation for what will be later on in my life. Or maybe I am just crazy.
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