a thought

I'm thinking of selling baking on my back stoop. On days off from being a librarian (though is it possible to ever stop being a librarian?), I'll just set up a table, drink the contents of my liquor cabinet, and sell whatever I baked that week to people off the street. If I could make jam or can vegetables I would sell those, too. Maybe I'll sew some stuff to sell.

Not sure how much I'd have to price these things at to turn a profit. It would have to be enough to pay for the excessive drinking I'll be doing and for butter, flour and sugar. Sounds expensive.

This weekend is the start of my freezer experiment. I'm testing frozen cookies, banana bread and cupcakes. I want to know how well these things defrost. Sometimes I think it would be cool to be able to pull frozen desserts from the freezer if people just drop by, but certain things would have to happen for such a situation:
1) people would have to actually drop by my house at random. This never happens.
2) people would have to consider banana bread dessert.

Today I walked to Granville Island from Science World while the weather was still fine. It was quite nice out, chilly but with shots of sunlight streaming through the white clouds. I stopped often, distracted by the way the light hit the water, the reflections of the city wiggling from the boats' wakes. The circular waves from diving birds made me stop and wait for the birds to come up, the slightest hint of fear that they'd get caught on something under the water's surface and drown. Lots of couples were out, only a few solitary people. I thought about laying out in the double person lounge chairs, but then felt that might make me sad. The crocuses were in full bloom, the only colour I saw aside from a few brightly coloured boats. I avoided the market and instead went to the brewery and bought a limited edition porter. (They have a ginger beer coming out in the next week, so I must mental note it that I must go buy booze soon.) Grabbed a salmon burger at Go Fish and ate it beside a duck pond, avoiding eye contact with the mallards eyeing my food. I got home before the snow started falling.

Yes, snow. How ridiculous that we've had snow the last two days. (Well, yesterday it was more like hail, but it was small and looked a bit like snow, even though it bounced and rolled like hail.) I'm hoping this doesn't happen in April.

Next weekend I might try to figure out how to start a container garden. I'm not sure how well it would survive if the weather continues to be so changeable, but it might produce stuff I can sell off.