Archive for February, 2008

FO Dos

Two FOs for today!

First the pretend Fair Isle socks–Plymouth Sockotta.

I was just glad to have these done.

I’m not thrilled with them, but whatever. I’ve just got another pair of socks, and it’s all good

But here’s what I’m really happy about:  my Nutkins!

These socks shall never be removed from my feet.  Ever.

Though I was unable to figure out the short-row heels and toes, I think I like the look of the heel flap anyway

The only (repeat:  ONLY) thing I’m not too wild about is something which was my fault:  my messy YOs on the first row of each repeat:

Everything else, though, is just glorious:

Including the yarn (Trekking XXL).  The above photos are a pretty accurate representation of its shade.  The below photo is not.  But I like the angle.

<3 you, Nutkins.  <3 you, Easy Peasy Socks.  Goodnight, moon.

PS>Now I’m off, on a grand tour of the state of Kansas!  I’m visiting my cousins in Lawrence tonight, and my friend Stef is having a birthday party in Baldwin City tomorrow night.  Should be fun!

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5 for 6

Jeff just got into Northwestern University School of Law!

Yesssssssss

#12 in the nation, located in Chicago, he didn’t really think he would get in since he didn’t bother to interview with them.

We’ll be visiting on April 4th or 5th…I can’t wait!

(To recap, so far he’s also been admitted to Vanderbilt, Washington University, University of Illinois, and Mizzou)

Now we just need to hear one way or the other from University of Chicago, Virginia, and University of Michigan.  You guys will know as soon as I do!

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Mom made me do it.

What looked like this earlier today:

Now looks like this:

Yes, I’m starting my Ravenclaw scarf for the *third* time.  That’s 3rd.  1-2-3rd.

Why?

Because I am crazy, as well as classically anal-retentive.  That means I’m clinically unable to live with the little jogs that lived at the edge of every trapped bar:

(see ‘em there?  On the veeeeery far left of the picture?)

Why I didn’t figure this out until I was over halfway done with the damned thing, I do not know.  The answer to that will, I fear, remain forever a mystery.

So I figured out the obvious/remarkably easy solution (Perhaps “figured out” is a misstatement, as the solution was written right there in Charmed Knits the whole time, I just didn’t bother to read it), called my mom for emotional support and confirmation, broke out the nostepinne and let ‘er rip.  ::sigh::

I can’t believe it’s all gone.  And I did it myself.  No one to blame but me.

I won’t start it again until tomorrow.  I can’t handle any more distress tonight.

(But, on a happier note, I gave the legwarmers to their intended recipient and she *loved* them.  Yay!)

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Knittin’ along, singin’ my song

So you know how sometimes you’re carrying on at a nice ol’ pace, working on 2 or 3 or 4 or more WIPs, and all is good in your knitting world?  And then there’s that little nagging thought in the back of your head?  And you ignore it for a while, because whatever it’s talking about can’t be nearly as much fun as the socks and sweater and blanket and scarf you’re working on?  And then that little nagging thought won’t let you ignore it anymore?  And then you realize that that’s a good thing?  Because you don’t want to look like a bum?  Because that nagging thought was actually “Hey you have deadline knitting to be doing, girlie!  Shape up!”?

Yeah.  That.

That’s precisely how these delightful little legwarmers came into being:

Aren’t they adorable  (suppose I should say “Isn’t it adorable”, considering I only bothered to put one on for this photo)?  Don’t they look great with my garage sale boots?  Can’t you imagine me staying cozy warm in these puppies all winter long?

It’s such a shame I have to give them away


(no, I didn’t dislocate my leg for the sake of this photo)

But at least they’re being given away to a good person, for a good cause.  The person:  a wonderful girl named Cassie, who makes the most delicious jalapeno jelly ever.  The cause:  2 jars of aforementioned jalapeno jelly.

It’s a fair trade if I ever made one!

I was originally going to make these from a pattern, but then I couldn’t find any that would produce just the look I wanted.  So with two skeins of Bernat Alpaca and my trust #10 needles in hand, I set off a’designin’.

And I do think they turned out pretty well.  They’re a bit big on me, but the recipient has a bit larger calves than I do, so they should fit her perfectly.  Plus, the drawstring at the top takes care of any potential slippage, too.

They’re worked from the ankle up, starting with a few rows of garter stitch, then a bunch of stockinette and strategic calf increases, ending with a tidy little tube for a drawstring (i-cord, elastic, ribbon, or super-bulky yarn–whatever tickles your fancy).  The holes for the drawstring and the seaming are positioned so that the legwarmers are worn with the seam at the back and drawstring coming out the outsides of the leg.  Very comfortable.  Very cute.  Kicky, even?

I think on my next pair I’ll put a little cable running up the outside of the leg.  Or maybe a slipped stitch motif?  Or some colorwork?

I think I’ll think of these as a “blank canvas.”

A blank canvas which I’ve actually written the pattern down for. And after I test-knit a pair for myself and figure out sizing calculations, I think I’ll put the pattern out there for y’all.

(emphasis serves as a reminder to myself to actually do so)

<3 these legwarmers.  I’m sad that they have to go live in a new home, though I do hope their recipient likes them as much as I do

Now, back to the Nutkins…

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Wash in cold water

Last night we went to see There Will Be Blood at our small town’s movie theater.  It was showing in the biggest of the theater’s 8 auditoriums–this one seated maybe, oh, 100?  I suck at estimating. But I know that each row has 11 seats, for which I am thankful because I can sit in the 6th seat which, clearly, is the exact center.  Meaning I don’t have to deal with, erm, not the exact center.  This is important to me, I assure you.  Sitting in not the exact center has ruined movie experiences for me in the past; now I don’t even risk it.

So anywho…the film.  This would’ve been a good one to rent, so I could knit during.  As it was in the theater, though, and I don’t own any of those light-up knitting needles (not that Jeff would let me use them anyway…), I found myself unable to knit for the 2 hour and 45 minute duration of the movie.  So instead, I

picked my lip.

doodled on my hand using my pocketknife with a built-in pen and flashlight (<3 my pocketknife).  Didn’t carve in my skin.  That’s psychotic, yo.

ate all the popcorn.

picked all the red Sour Patch Kids out of the bag, holding each one up to the light for color confirmation before eating it.

played with Jeff’s thumb.

studied the construction of my sweater.

silently tapped the rhythm of the movie’s music on my shoe using the charm on my bracelet.

fiddled with aforementioned bracelet.

assigned backstories to everyone else in the theater, and identified those who I know (at least 5 people) (small town, remember).

mentally packed up the apartment for the move in May.

fleshed out a few curriculum ideas I’ve got for preschool.

drank all the Diet Pepsi (sorry Jeff), let some of the ice melt, and drank that.

noted with dissatisfaction that the spacing of the light fixtures along the theater’s walls do not line up with the spacing of the rows of seats.  of.

contemplated, momentarily, whittling two pencils into points and using them as knitting needles with which to knit my own hair.  Realize how crazy this is, and that I don’t have two pencils with me, anyway.

And that, my friends, is why unless the movie in question is 1)Harry Potter or 2)Harry Potter, I’m really just better off waiting and renting the damned thing.  Or buying light-up knitting needles.

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And nothing else?

It had been a while since I’ve made the rounds of the local thrift/antique stores, so with nothing better to do on Tuesday afternoon (except knit, do laundry, read, wash dishes, work on my blog, go grocery shopping, mend my jeans, pet the cats, or take my car to have that broken key removed from the trunk lock), I set out.  No particular goal in mind, though I do have an ongoing mental list of thrifty purchases:

1) A real antique wooden breadbox (sort of like this, which is now on my Christmas list–FYI, Mom!)
2)A vintage canister set
3)A chalkboard of approx. 18×24″ dimensions, for use in the kitchen
4) Fun an unusual plant stands
5) Framed art prints
6) Vintage cloth napkins
7) Vintage beauty/fashion/knitting/decorating books and magazines 8) Anything else that catches my eye
9)Vintage knitting or sewing supplies–needles, buttons, etc.

Alas, after 4 stores I didn’t come away with *any* of the above.  But I didn’t leave empty handed, either!  At my “first stop” place (logically enough, I always go there first), I was delighted to find that an item I’d passed up months ago, was still there for the taking!  And 50% off!  <3.

What a charming little apron!  And what a catch at $2.50!

Let’s look at the charming little embroidery:

I think I need to wear it with my flouncy pink dress.  Or just with jeans.   (because we all know I’d never risk baking while wearing my flouncy pink dress)

It even has a charming little pocket!

How simply charming!  Too Stepford-esque, perhaps?

If the apron above is a white picket fence around a tidy rectangular yard, then this one is a split rail fence meandering around the perimeter of the sheep pasture:

Very Scandinavian–like me!   Wearing it makes me feel like I’m straight out of a Jan Brett book.

And the detailing?  So simple and so sweet:

And a close up of the flower print?  You got it!

<3, all around!

Now, I’m off to bake some bread

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Help! My spencer is sidways!

See?

Othello is confused by it, too:

OK, just kidding, I am in complete control.  I know exactly what I’m doing…mostly.

She is, oh…30% done?  Maybe?  And I’m momentarily at a standstill, outsmarted by one of Annie Modesitt’s instructions.  It seems clear as mud to me, but none of the other test knitters have mentioned having problems with this, so I can only assume that the issue on my end–not exactly a big consolation, is it?  Sometime soon I’ll sit down in a quiet room with just the knitting and instructions (and two cats) for company–completely free of distractions–and see if my zen-like state enables my feeble little mind to discern this direction which is, I’m sure, fairly easy to figure out if One is not simultaneously cooking dinner, watching reruns of The Daily Show, and chatting with One’s husband while One works on the issue at hand.  Just a hunch.  At least One doesn’t have kids to contribute to the distraction levels yet, right?

At the other end of the “difficult and confusing territory” spectrum (that is, to say, not at all difficult and confusing) is my lovely little Nutkins, which are quickly becoming my favorite sock to date.  <3 the Trekking XXL–there’s a reason it’s so popular!   <3 the charming little pattern which is not dissimilar to the lace panels on the Sidways Spencer above.  <3 that for my gauge I’m working them on #2s, which feel like two-by-fours compared to the #0s I was using last–on those ill-fated spiralling rib socks.

Yummy.

I absolutely cannot wait to finish these–I can already tell how soft and warm they’ll be on my frozen little tootsies.  <3 you, Nutkins! (Ravelry link)

Finally, on the progress front, I’ve continued plodding along on my Ravenclaw scarf, based on the ones seen in the Prisoner of Azkaban movie:

Though it really isn’t fair to say “plodding along”, as it’s so un-involved.  My MO is to break it out at times when I really can’t muster up the energy to follow a chart or instructions.  I’ll start a niiiice long Ravelry thread scrolling past slowly and knit while reading it.  The scarf’s 1×1 rib really doesn’t require any looking or concentration whatsoever–the hardest part is remembering to click over my row counter at the end of each row!  Truth be told, I’ve barely noticed that I’m even knitting this thing it requires so little of my energy.  Which is just what I need when I’m staring bleary-eyed at my computer screen, 7:30 in the morning.

It’s just what Othello needs too, apparently:

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Wordless Wednesday

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Better Than Red Lobster

Better Than Red Lobster

I can’t believe I haven’t posted this recipe before.  I mean I really, truly, cannot believe that it didn’t cross my tiny little mind to share this with y’all.  Because WOW.  And not just “Wow that’s good!” wow.  But “Wow omg I might have a foodgasm RIGHT HERE!!!11eleventy!” wow.

That’s what these Red Lobster-esque biscuits are:  a foodgasm in biscuit form.

Think I’m kidding?  You’ve just got to try them for yourselves.  Then thank me–and you will want to.  So will your husband, your friends, your UPS man, and your dog.  (don’t you usually share food with your UPS man and dog?)

But first, some backstory:
waaaay back in the day, back when I was still (mostly) concerned about these things, I decided that I needed to impress Jeff.  Oh, how young I was.  Anyway, I had noticed his affection for those biscuits you get at any Red Lobster restaurant.  I think they call them “Cheddar Bay biscuits” or something.   So I took it upon myself to try and duplicate the recipe, so I could prepare Red Lobster biscuits for my dear then-boyfriend  at a moment’s notice.  So of course I hopped on the Internet and started looking for recipes.  But, alas, the only ones I could find called for *Bisquick*!  Blugh!  I wasn’t about to feed *my* dear boyfriend anything made from *Bisquick*!  (always hated the stuff, y’know).  I ended up taking a few bits and pieces from different recipes as guidelines, and set out on my own.  After many batches’ worth of experimenting, tweaking and perfecting I have developed what is considered by Jeff (and by my family, friends, UPS man and dog, tyvm) to be a biscuit that is not only equal to those served at Red Lobster, but is actually superior.

 I’ll give you a moment to collect yourselves.  We’ll move on when you’re ready.

Now, these biscuits have pretty much become a staple in our household.  They’re easy and quick to prepare, and Jeff, of course, loves ‘em.  A batch of twelve won’t last 24 hours around here.  And the smell when they’re baking?  Heavenly.  If there were one smell I could bottle up and send over the Internet tubes for you, this would be the one.  Seriously.  However, when I got the bright idea to make this tutorial as I was whipping them up last night, I neglected to be aware of the fact that it was, indeed, quite dark out.  As a result, all these photos are, erm, flashy.  For that I apologize, and I beg you to forgive me and still try this recipe anyway!

So are you ready to make some Better Than Red Lobster biscuits?

Turn your oven on to 450*:

(bonus points if it’s dirty)

And assemble the following:

(Shortening, baking powder, salt, flour, milk, and cheddar cheese)
(No you won’t need that much cheese.  But we buy the stuff in bulk around here)

Slice 8 oz from the block using what is probably the wrong knife but I don’t care (or be a rebel and buy an 8 oz block to start out with):

Just whatever you do, do NOT buy the pre-shredded stuff.  Seriously.  It’s an unnecessary convenience, pre-shredded cheese isn’t as delicious–it tastes old and stale–and it’s a waste of packaging.  I am against pre-shredded cheese whenever possible.  Really.

Speaking of “waste of packaging”, be sure to toss the plastic in the recycling bin like the good little Greenie you are!

See?  I’m a good little Greenie!  Nyah-nyah!

Now, take your delicious 8 oz block of cheese and begin grating it on the not-tiny-not-huge side of your grater.

Till it all looks like this:

Mmm.  That is a delicious pile of cheddar-y goodness.  Now you see why I hate the pre-shredded stuff?

Plus, when you’ve grated a block of cheese, you always have a nubbin left over:

Now, if you have a Maxie (or other canine) handy, they’re always happy to take this bit of cheese off your hands.  As I’m currently lacking in any available dogs, however, I had no choice but to make a monster face and do the job myself:

Now you also know that my hair is unwashed, I have a sinkfull of dirty dishes, and I’m nutso enough to actually post this photo on the internets.  Someone cart me away now.  Srsly.

If you’ve recovered enough from that above photo to move on in the recipe, it’s time to set aside all that delicious cheddar–for now–and move on to the biscuity part of the, erm, biscuits.

Take a good-sized mixing bowl, and dump in 2c flour:

One…plop!  I love the sound of flour landing in an empty mixing bowl, its fate as yet undertermined–will it be cookies?  Bread?  Maybe a cake?

Aaaaand,….two:

Then measure about 1/2 t salt into your hand (or into a measuring spoon, if you’re not as cool as me):

And dump it in, too.

Then I guess you’re gonna have to bust out the measuring spoons anyway, because it’s time for 4t of baking powder:

Grab a fork or other stirring implement:

And stir!

Once your dry ingredients are thoroughly stirred together, you’ll need one of these bad boys:

(observe the pastry cutter in its natural habitat)

Which is used for cutting fats (shortening, butter, what-have-you) into dry ingredients….just like we’re about to do!

<3 this tool.  Pure <3.

Measure out 2/3c shortening (much as I dislike shortening, I just can’t figure out a substitute that’s better for these biscuits.  So I suck it up (my pride, not the shortening), use it, and move on with my life.  So can you.):

Dump your shortening in with the dry ingredients, and begin cutting it in:

At first, the shortening will stick to the cutter in clumps:

But just keep working at it:

And pretty soon all the shortening will be mixed in.  The resulting product will look like a whole bunch of little itsy bitsy flour-covered “clumps” or shortening.  You don’t want any of your clumps to be larger than pea-sized–the shortening really needs to be mixed in there well.

It’ll sort of look like streusel topping, I guess (another thing I use my pastry cutter for!)

Now it’s time to measure out 1/2c milk:

And pour it in:

(action shot at its finest)

Then you’ll want to *gently* stir the milk in, preferably using a stained (but yes, it’s clean) spatula:

Ok just kidding about the stained part.  But not about the clean part.  But you knew that.  Because you’re smart.  OK I’m shutting up now.  Really.  Now.

When you’re done (When I’m done?), you’ll still want your dough to be very lumpy (but not this lumpy):

I actually had to add another splash of milk to get it to the right consistency:

But the most important thing is NOT to overmix the dough!  That’s the best way I know of to get tough, chewy biscuits.  Blech.

When your dough is right, it’s time to dump in that cheddar you shredded earlier:

Then carefully mix it in (again, no more than necessary!):

Until the cheddar is all nicely interspersed with the dough:

Now you can set that aside for a moment, while I introduce you to my good friend, Mr. Butter:

(I’m thinking about running away with him—shhh!  Don’t tell Jeff!)

and Mr. Butter’s good friends, Mr. Parsley and Mr. Garlic:

I might let them come along with me and Mr. Butter when we run away together.  It’ll be fun.

Pull out about 4 cloves of garlic–give or take.  If you’re not really a ‘garlic person’, then 2 or 3 is enough.  If you’re me, you may want to go with 5.  But for gawd’s sake, do not be one of those pansy asses who just puts in one.  Seriously.  Don’t.  2 is your official minimum.  For realz.

I then take my garlic and thoroughly abuse it with the nearest metal can:

This will separate the papery skin from the garlic’s meaty inside.

If you’re fancy, you can probably use a flat edge of a knife blade to accomplish this.  Or back it over with your Mercedes, or have the butler do it.  Whatever.  But smashing it with a baking powder can is good enough for me.

Having abused my garlic, the skin practically falls off (ewww!), leaving soft, nubile, aromatic garlicky love in its wake:

Seriously, guys, that’s the easiest way to peel garlic EVER.

Now it’s time to put Mr. Butter and a good dash of Mr. Parsley (maybe 2t of the dried stuff, more of the fresh stuff if you’ve got it) into a microwave-safe bowl, and crush Mr. Garlic on top:

(bonus points if you have an all-metal, industrial strength garlic press like mine.  I splurged hardcore on that baby, knowing I’d use it in practically every meal I prepare).

Then pop the Mr.’s into your microwave for about a minute, or until the butter is all melted:

While that’s going, divide your dough up and roll it into 12 approximately equal-sized balls:

Don’t worry about attaining perfection here.  “Rustic” is the descriptor we’re going for.  Oh, and “delicious.”  That’s an important one, too.

Yum:

Instantly, your home will be filled with the most delicious smell ever.  EVER.  Better than a cinnamon candle or 3 dozen fresh roses.  (Why don’t they make “garlic and parsley and butter” scented Glade plug-ins?  Anyone?  Anyone?)

At this point, you may decide to abandon the Better Than Red Lobster Biscuits project, and elect instead to drink the melted butter straight, then spend the rest of the evening in bed with a tummyache.  It’s up to you.  For this batch, though, I chose instead to pour it into a 9×13 pan:

And spread the buttery, garlicky, parsleyey goodness around so the bottom of the pan is coated:

Drop each biscuit-to-be into this mess, and roll it around–just like how you wish YOU could roll around in it.  Live vicariously through the biscuits-to-be:

All 12, in their happy little homes.  There should be some of the butter mixture left over in the bottom of the pan, even after all your biscuits are thoroughly coated.  This is what you want.  This is good.  This is VITAL.

Let’s have a pre-baking closeup, shall we?

Look at those dainty flecks of parsley, the decadent shine of all that butter, the bits of garlic here-and-there. It’s love.

The next step, logically enough, is to pop ‘em in your preheated oven, for about 10 or 12 minutes:

Until the buttery business in the bottom of the pan is brown, the cheese is ooshy and melted, and the doughy part is a lovely light golden color:

And all you want to do is stick your face in and eat all of them.  Especially this little beauty:

On the plate, these fairly fall apart, held together only by the massive amounts of melted cheese and that oh-so-tender, flaky biscuity goodness:

It just does not get better than these things, my friends.  Try them tonight, and thank me tomorrow.  Perhaps with some 3-cheese stuffed shells?

(recipe to come, on that one!)

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Printable version:

Better Than Red Lobster Biscuits

2c flour
1/2t salt
4t baking powder
2/3 c shortening
1/2 to 2/3 c milk
8 oz shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 c (1 stick) salted butter
2 t dried parsley OR 2 T fresh
garlic to taste (2-5 cloves)

Preheat oven to 450*F.  In large bowl, stir dry ingredients together; cut in shortening.  Stir in milk, adding more as needed, being careful not to overmix.  Stir in cheese.  Divide dough into 12 equal-sized balls.  In separate, microwave-safe bowl, combine butter, parsley and garlic.  Microwave until butter is melted.  Pour butter mixture into a 9×13 pan; spread evenly across bottom.  Roll each ball of dough in butter mixture, leave rest spaced equally in pan. Bake 10-12 minutes or until biscuits are light golden color.  Consume with abandon.

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New Preschool

New preschool

The outside space is still pretty empty, until the ground thaws:

Pretty floors:

Kitchen:

Tumbling room:

Main room:

(Oh, didn’t I mention that our preschool is exclusively for kids who suffer the awful condition of Black-Circle-Headedness?)

Dramatic play area:

Art/snack area:

(Some of the parents suffer from Black-Circle-Headedness, too–which indicates that the disease is hereditary)

Grouptime:

(This one would be a lot cuter were it not for the Black-Circle-Headedness)

Just a few of the stories I put out (many others had already been scattered around the reading area by this point)

Snacktime:

The reading/jumping couch:

I <3 our new school–it’s soooo much better than the old location.  We OWN this building and can do whatever we want within it.  The kids have more space, and it’s easier on the parents/volunteers because volunteer hours can be used in spending time with the kids, not just with breaking down/setting up the classrooms.

Old school, circa August 2007.

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