Smart, or just plain genius?!

Thursday night at 1 am is the perfect time to come up with a menu. It used to be that 5:30 am was the perfect time to come up with a menu (think sitting straight up in bed shouting…I got it! Ensalada Cosiguina!) and this is where we are at….
Brunch, some Sunday soon: buttermilk biscuits served with mango jelly and jalapeno jelly, bread and butter pickles, garlic sour pickles, cheese, mango yogurt and vegetable cream cheese.
All, of course, homemade in my little kitchen. A friend from Canada dropped of Rennet (bet you wish you had a dime for every time you heard THAT!) so I am feeling extra motivated. I have been looking forward to making cheese for a while, so I am almost set. Tonight’s menu sprung initially from the light sleep panic mode of where I was going to get cheesecloth. Coffee filters…too small. Fit them over a colander….too flimsy, my cheese might fall through a gap. Sacrifice an article….that’s it – go through the old closet and pick out a similar type of fabric, cut it into a circle. Linen, polyester, cotton, a blend? Not sure yet, but I did come up with a couple ditties to write in magic marker on my frankencloth….”Judge me not, by how I look, judge instead, by how I cook” or “Judge me not, in your haste, judge instead, by my taste.” I figure I can start a whole new line of Ugly Cookware. You know, everybody has these beautiful matching sets in their kitchen colors with pretty handles and all. My line will look like most of it was bought at the second hand “used American goods store” because, well, most of it was. Throw in some big old coffee cans with plywood followers for cheese making, mixed jars and containers for pickles and jellies saved from a day of shopping last month. Match it up with my cookbook “F Martha, I live in Nicaragua” and some slightly misshapen plastic cookware…it will all come together is a collective statement against order, the system, the MAN!
Sunday Brunch, cheesecloth, and a cookware revolution….thank God I don’t have Ambien.