Tea and Honey Bread

Ugh, I'm in the most bizarre creative funk! My mind is manic while my body is near vegetative. I bagged and shelved my lotus collage, I think the Boo-hag is lording that project. This would be the second time injury has impeded my plans to work on it. They don't sell thumbs on Etsy yet, so I'm going to sit tight on that piece for a while. The thumb is pretty much integral to any jewelry making I might embark on as well, so here I sit whistling as that's the only thing I can muster with pursed lips, a scowl and an incapacitated thumb.

The voices in my head keep screaming papier mache, bright colors, glitter, sparkle, fun. I even took these things out of my supplies stash but the motivation is nil. I find it interesting when I'm thinking bright and feeling dull. It's one of those amazing tips the universe gives when your chakras need feeding; balance beckons.

Speaking of feeding (I love when my yammerings acquiesce) aah, the art of the subtle segue. I'm trying a new recipe; Buffalo tofu! I'm singing Buffalo Tofu in my head right now to the tune of Buffalo Soldier, I wish Joe was here-he's great at filling in the rest of the lyrics. So far, I have my tofu cut, drained and in the freezer for texture. Tomorrow I will put it all together and hope for a delicious outcome. Pictures to follow. Unless something disastrous happens and I flip out and throw it all away. Yes, that has been known to happen. Think the spirit of Gordon Ramsay in a short black woman cooking vegetables.