Well, not so sure about coffee sugar. But as with almost all things Fishs Eddy, this made me smile. And that is a good way to start a Monday.
How about making this baking week? Baked good go well with coffee and I’ve just found two new recipes to try.
Nothing like focus to invigorate the creative mind.
The truth of it: Buying roasted chicken has spoiled me. Reasonably priced and ready to go. But the hubs loves to roast chicken on the grill. Variety of flavors, he says.
So I shrugged at the Whole Foods Market sale, whereas he stepped right up. The first chicken was quite tasty. Why not get two (or three) more? And so he did.
That’s Italian-seasoned on the left, mesquite on the right. And a third smoking on the grill. All the bones, etc., will end up in the same pot for stock. That ought to create an interesting taste sensation.
After much consternation, dismay, and angst, I have learned Continental knitting. Previously I was a thrower. Clearly, this has not been an easy learning curve. Only regularly reminding myself to breathe allows my shoulders to lower from next to my ears to their normal level, and the needles to drop from straight in front of my face to a reasonable working height.
A recent post by KnittyNuhn over at Nuhn Handmade inspired me to get off the duff and make something other than a medium-long, kind-of narrow piece of practice fabric. You know, an item a person might wear.
Keeping it simple. And stylish. The Color Affection shawl has been sitting in my Ravelry library; time to give it a go. The yarn is a lovely Alpaca from C&M Acres. Not quite the right amount-per-color or, frankly, the right weight for the pattern. So I’ll be winging it – something I am comfortable doing. Wish me luck!
So I did Big Cooking again the other day. Green Soup, two kinds of cookies, then roasted a chicken and roasted a beef roast.
What did we eat for dinner? Leftover Chinese food. . . Something is just wrong about that.
Either way, this sheep pillow is too fun.
Here’s the big question: Will a project’s humor/joy/fun be everlasting enough to be commensurate to the effort? You never know at the beginning. For me, it depends on what’s in the stash; there’s an inexplicable joy in putting previously undesignated yarn to use. And if the project has a home before it’s started, well, that pretty much seals the deal. Like the year I knit 36 little pieces of coal for holiday gifts. Great response – only two people didn’t get it, and I realized those friendships were too lopsided to salvage. I think they did too. A little galvanizing moment worth the effort.
A link to this YouTube channel was posted on Kottke.org — pretty fascinating:
Having a sense of involvement in the things that make up life is a thing of mine. I appreciate the work/effort/advances in civilization that allow me a comfortable life.
This, however, might be a little too involved. But watching these videos certainly elevates the appreciation of life’s conveniences.
Absurdity is another personal favorite: Part of me is enjoying the mental image of a person filming this, a super-juxtaposition of ancient and modern.
Good people, I submit to you Exhibit A:
Of all the ‘junk’ foods I have readily, guiltily, repeatedly consumed, chicken nuggets have not been one. Until Super Bowl Sunday. A bag of Panko Chicken Nuggets, conveniently on sale at Costco this month, found its way into our cart and thus into the freezer.
Panko bread crumbs don’t trip my taste trigger, and enough chicken is served in other manners in this household. The hubs, however, likes Panko bread crumbs to the tune of two big bags (yes, Costco again) in the house, sprinkled to heavy accumulation on spaghetti and lasagna. On chicken nuggets, even better.
Exhibit A was first opened on Super Bowl Sunday. Then for an evening snack. Then actually for dinner one evening, a new low. Being a Costco bag, there’s still a few servings left. Do I like them? Not sure I but I can’t stop eating them. They’re a perfect carrier for my favorite condiment: a blend of catsup and hot sauce.
All fine and good, you might well think. Here’s the kicker: The sale ends today and I’m thinking of getting another bag. The apocalypse might be coming. . .
Our dear old dog is wonderful but with two challenges: She’s almost blind and she’s got awful nails/claws. For the past two weeks she’s been bothering her back left paw, even after a nail trim. So off to the vet. He recommended vitamin E; she already gets a daily dose. Gelatin? Chicken-stock Jello wigglers every day.
He said no one has ever tried the last recommendation: soy milk. I vaguely recall something about that, so out to the interwebs. Sure enough, it is a thing.
My nails have never been good, occasionally bordering on downright crappy. So Liza and I will be drinking soy milk for the next six months to see if our nails improve. Cross your fingers for us!
With the undercabinet lighting installed (that string of reflections on the shiny countertop), ’tis time to tackle the backsplash.
Simple white subway tile? Seems nothing is ever simple with us. In our stash of home-improvement bits was an almost full box of subway tiles. New tiles wouldn’t match exactly so we had to carefully develop a ‘random’ mix of new and old. That’s the chart by the mastic. A nice slightly rustic look which fits in well with the overall Midwest Scandinavian look I’m after. Yes, I made that term up and am a little too proud of myself about it.
All those cuts. This will not be done in a day but it will be lovely.
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