Who loves mozzarella? The good kind, in the specialty cheese section at the grocery store. The velvety kind that gives a hint of salt to a slice of heirloom tomato and a fresh basil leaf. Ever thought about making it yourself?
I never did until my friend Lysa suggested it. We took a mozzarella making class at Beer and Wine Hobby in Woburn, MA.
I think my resistance to getting a tat shows my age. So many younger people I know - in their 20’s, 30’s and even 40’s - have tattoos as a matter of course. They serve as a right of passage or a means of self-expression. Not so in my generation. Very few friends my age sport any ink.
Have you ever considered making your own shoes? It never occurred to me. I usually wear my shoes until they fall apart, then I go to the store, try some on, and buy the ones that feel good. I never thought about the craftsmanship (or lack thereof) involved in their creation. I actually never thought about their creation at all.
Chrissy, on the other hand, thinks a lot about what it takes to make a high-quality sandal.
My summer camp memories of archery include standing in the hot sun with a heavy bow, getting thwacked on the arm with the bowstring, arrows flying past my target or landing on the target next to mine. Also the great feeling of hitting a bull’s eye, or getting close; on the rare occasions that happened, it had way more to do with chance than skill.