Hard Water

So one of the downers of living in an old house is old pipes. As a result water that is hard normally ends up being like sandpaper. My skin is bearing the brunt. Also being on bore / well water means you miss out on the additives that I have been used to since a kid. My fingernails are in disrepair and my hair feels like straw.

Apart from that cleaning is tougher. The permanent splotches visible on crockery and glassware, the crusty feeling on all the wet surfaces the sinks and in the bathroom.
Which takes special care to fix. And lots of elbow grease.

But all in all I love it. I love being here. I have my own boiler suit which doesn't really sound as exciting as it is. It means I can go cut wood with John. And I don't freeze to death. We are going to buy a new chainsaw. Not specifically for me but it is my size. And it will match John's monster.

So yesterday I baked pork chops which came from one of our pigs. Its weird what I consider normal and what John considers normal food combinations.

I've never really considered baked beans as a side dish. I have always been more into baked beans as the meal itself. Maybe on a baked potato or toast with cheese on top. But not so much as a companion to a meal. But I like to make John happy, so it was on his plate but not mine.

Hardest thing about cooking on a Friday and even on a Saturday is knowing whether or not we are going out. So I need to be prepared with something that can keep. Oh well I'll figure it out.