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I should know by now that I am utterly useless in January when it comes to art and creativity. I'm exhausted, and it's cold and dark, and my brain goes into lizard-brain-hibernation-shutdown mode. I do get up and drag myself to work and home, but that's about it.
And every year, in late January/early February, things start waking up again - the light starts returning, the weather is a tiny bit warmer, and something in my subconscious starts...coming back. Even on a subliminal level - it always starts with this strange restless buzz in my head, like I know I'm on the verge of remembering something, but I don't know what it is yet.
The enforced cabin fever from my foot, too, is also making me seek out "things to do outside the house" this spring, for me to do when I get my cast off. A splurge Amazon purchase of the Food Lover's Guide to Brooklyn inspired me to start making regular pilgrimages to Sunset Park -- Brooklyn has its own Chinatown and Little Italy, and that means there are tiny weird shops that sell esoteric foods I could try.
I'm finding that Brooklyn is becoming this weird foodie haven; a lot of tiny artisinal food vendors that start bakeries or jam shops out of their kitchen and then sell them at the Brooklyn Flea, rubbing elbows with the mom-and-pop shops who haven't been pushed out of their storefronts like the ones in Manhattan, and all of them mixed in with a crap-ton of CSAs and farmer's markets. There are cheesemakers, popsicle makers, picklers, butchers, two breweries and even a winemaker here in Brooklyn.
Although, the food fixation can get a little silly....
And every year, in late January/early February, things start waking up again - the light starts returning, the weather is a tiny bit warmer, and something in my subconscious starts...coming back. Even on a subliminal level - it always starts with this strange restless buzz in my head, like I know I'm on the verge of remembering something, but I don't know what it is yet.
The enforced cabin fever from my foot, too, is also making me seek out "things to do outside the house" this spring, for me to do when I get my cast off. A splurge Amazon purchase of the Food Lover's Guide to Brooklyn inspired me to start making regular pilgrimages to Sunset Park -- Brooklyn has its own Chinatown and Little Italy, and that means there are tiny weird shops that sell esoteric foods I could try.
I'm finding that Brooklyn is becoming this weird foodie haven; a lot of tiny artisinal food vendors that start bakeries or jam shops out of their kitchen and then sell them at the Brooklyn Flea, rubbing elbows with the mom-and-pop shops who haven't been pushed out of their storefronts like the ones in Manhattan, and all of them mixed in with a crap-ton of CSAs and farmer's markets. There are cheesemakers, popsicle makers, picklers, butchers, two breweries and even a winemaker here in Brooklyn.
Although, the food fixation can get a little silly....