… is a wonderful source of empowerment.
This is chiefly why I am not at home in the Democratic Party. There are people (no offense, Jen, but lots of them are social workers) who think that the more other people can do for them, the more “free” and “at leisure” they will be. This is the biggest political myth out there. The only liberating policy with respect to work is to do it yourself.
I’ve touted this philosophy for some time now–but for the past few weeks, I’ve been able to implement it in an albeit small but significant way.
I’ve been living in Bannockburn, Central Otago. A place known for its stonefruit (cherries, plums, nectarines, peaches, apricots, etc.) and its Pinot Noir grapes. I was stationed at the Cairnmuir Campground, where I lived in a tent
and worked at the local bottling plant five days a week. This was a rich time for me because it represented the first chance at independent living I have had since coming to NZ. Previous to this period, I had either been living with families and partaking of their cooking and such, or living out of my car and preparing only what I could with a small camp stove and a few rudimentary utensils.
Here’s a catalogue of what I made from largely found and borrowed ingredients: scones; muffins; savory bread; flatbread; tortillas; falafel; coffee ice cream; jams and jellies; granola; and much, much more.