Yes, that is not a typo. After having a Big Girl Talk with myself (which I usually avoid at all costs), I faced up to the fact that I will probably not learn how to crochet until I get through at least half of my sock yarn. Which should get me through 2025. So there are two books and two winners. Winners were chosen via Random Number Generator.
Book 1 -
Theresa! of Camp Runamuck.
Book 2 -
Theresa, I have your particulars, so to speak, so I will post the book this week. Retired Knitter, please contact me via email and give me your mailing address.
Last week ended with a bang, figuratively speaking. We had torrential rain all day Thursday, which fell on frozen ground and caused lots of flooding. The ground was frozen because it was -12 on Monday. I wonder how many gods we have pissed off... A cold front blew through late Thursday afternoon, changing the rain into snow, so my commute home took three tries and lasted two hours. During the last part of the ordeal, I had to take an alternate route down my mountain through 6 inches of snow on the road, frozen flooding, white out conditions and in the pitch dark. Life out here is not for the faint-hearted. I was sorely tempted to kiss the frozen ground in front of my house when I finally got home, but there were two dogs with their legs crossed in the house.
Friday morning, as I was busying myself to get ready for work, a neighbor sent a text telling me to check the news (I don't have television service) because some large boats had broken loose on the upper Hudson River and were zigzagging their way south. Most of the bridges had been closed. This means that it is virtually impossible to get from the east into the city. I worked from home.
Saturday, my volunteer meeting was rescheduled, so I ended up having the whole day - woohoo! I went to the farm and fed the cats, picked up milk and had a conversation with my farmer. He is planning on selling his dairy herd in the spring, keeping his heifers and doing nothing but hay. Another small dairy farmer bites the dust. It is an alarming trend in my area and in many areas in the Northeast -and across the country. The price of milk is pitifully low, the cost of feed, insurance, equipment, etc. just keeps going up, and the small farmer ends up barely making ends meet. There is also an alarming number of suicides among the small farming community because of this. It breaks my heart. Jasmine will be retired in the spring and off to (literally) greener pastures, at Marianne's beautiful farm. And I will have to find another source of raw milk.
I made yogurt and threw together a really good soup. It had chickpeas, butternut squash, apples, green chilis, vege broth, coconut milk, some chopped red peppers from the freezer, a jar of my home-canned diced tomatoes, garlic, curry powder, and cinnamon. It was delicious and warming. I also tackled the end of my apples from Marianne, peeling, coring, slicing and dehydrating them. They were a little lackluster in the flavor department, so I sprinkled a little cinnamon on them before dehydrating. The house smelled wonderful! This also provided a mound of peels and cores for the sheep and llama.
Sunday I finished my sister's socks (yay!) and realized I had knit my fancy socks too long (boo!), so have to rip them down a few inches. I decided to bake something new for the barn crew and, as I went online to peruse baking sites, I realized that I had an entire cookbook collection that I never use. Down with the electronics and into the bookcase. I came across this gem:
|Given to my Great Aunt Edie by a friend.|
|Back before computers - yes,|
in the time of dinosaurs
|Love this foreword - typewritten|
and in much more formal language
than we typically use now
It was also my weekend to cook dinner for my neighbor. I rummaged in the freezer and came up with the last package of ground beef and a package of ground pork. I decided to make spaghetti and meatballs because I have enough canned tomato products for a regiment. I managed to use three pints of herb tomato sauce and a quart of diced tomatoes! Woot! Only 150 jars to go!
|More wonderful smells|
|Topped with Trader Joe's Everything|
But the Bagel sprinkles
I made tapioca pudding, too, but didn't get a picture of it because tapioca is, well, tapioca. It went out the door with my neighbor. My mother used to make it as a treat, being sure to embellish it with a maraschino cherry on top. She was big on maraschino cherries - one of our favorite salads was the "lighthouse" salad - a leaf of iceberg lettuce, topped with a ring of pineapple, scoop of cottage cheese, half a banana, with a maraschino 'light'.
Just as I was settling in for an evening of New Tricks on the DVD player, accompanied by more knitting, I realized that Peanut and Lovey were crammed on the far end of their sofa - as far away from their usual preferred corner as possible. Sigh. Upon inspection, someone had barfed on the cover, pillow and sofa itself. I suspect Lovey, who tends to eat outside things that she shouldn't. DVD watching was put aside so that much laundry could be done. There is no rest for the parent of dogs.