It’s Monday. Here’s a playlist and some words.
This weekend I traveled northward to the lovely Glen Licht House in Kintail aka the EUMC club bothy. Map below.
As a lot of you know already know, I’m the Bothy Apprentice for this year. Next year I’ll take over as Bothy Secretary. While the rest of the club was tasked with various renovation projects including cleaning the tiled floor, fitting the new kitchen, or building a boot rack to keep mud off of the previously mentioned new tiled floor. As Bothy Apprentice, I was tasked with feeding the hungry masses.
I decided on mass production of potato corn chowder. Ellie (my sous-chef for the weekend) and I started early around 10:30. We had a lot of help from other members of the club, including Eilidh and Caitlin, to chop all the vegetables needed for the soup. Guys we brought a metric fuck ton of potatoes with us.
And that’s how my day was spent. We set up shop outside in the gorgeous Highlands, turned on some music (spoiler alert: it’s the playlist above), and set to make four giant vats of soup.
People kept asking if I needed any extra help but I jokingly responded with, ‘Guys, I’m from the Midwest of the United States. If there’s one thing we do actually know how to do, it’s making enough food for a small army.’ And then when people asked about the recipe, ‘Um… well, I learned how to cook from my dad, who learned to cook from the United States Marine Corps, so I just sort of throw whatever I have in a giant pot and dump spices in until it tastes good.’
It was exactly what I needed after this hectic week.
I needed to just get away from everything for a few days.
I read a lot over the weekend. I took two of my favourite book with me: Tomorrow is Now by Eleanor Roosevelt and Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. I read TIN a lot when I’m upset or generally unmotivated. It’s one of those books you don’t need to necessarily read in order either. It’s like the Magic 8 ball of books, you can open up to any random page and find the answer you need. Same goes for LoG.
Some food for thought.
In a sense, nearly all great civilizations that perished did so because they had crystallized, because they were incapable of adapting themselves to new conditions, new methods, new points of view. It is as though people would literally rather die than change. Sometimes, seeing the stubborn resistance of large groups of Americans to accepting the existence of totally new conditions, their determination to meet the future as though it were the past, I am deeply puzzled. How did it happen that a people with constantly developing ideas on methods of production and distribution appears unable to develop new ideas, new points of view, new solutions to the problems of adjustment to change? – ER
LONG, too long America,Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn’d from joys and
prosperity only,But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grap-
pling with direst fate and recoiling not,And now to conceive and show to the world what your children
en-masse really are, – WW
This loss hurts but please never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it. – HRC