I spent a lot of the day yesterday stewing. I thought about the things I should be doing and didn’t want to do any of them—I didn’t want to blog. I didn’t want to quilt. I didn’t want to iron linens or list them on Etsy. I didn’t want to thread the damn heddles on the loom. I didn’t want to follow Weight Watchers.
It was a thick and heavy stew.
Then it dawned on me—stewing in the summer doesn’t make sense. Stews are for winter and, even then, they taste good only occasionally. They have too much stuff in them. They weigh a person down.
I wanted a different concoction for summer. Something lighter, easier. I had just the recipe but hadn’t made it for far too long.
I needed to dig out my old favorite recipe for “camp,” and make a big batch.
I started with…
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