The Husband is making me an athame. Like, right now, as we speak. With me helping to hold the steel while he turns it into a blade. I blessed his new forge in Brigid's name last night. When a woman who belongs to Brigid winds up with someone who wants to be a smith...well, what's more magical than that?
I have made pita bread, baba ghanouj, and felafel mix. The felafel remains uncooked. We are too busy outside, forging this thing together.