Starting to Count the Days

I'm not counting the days just yet, but I'm becoming more aware that my days of leisure are numbered. Maybe that's why I've been getting quite a bit done latley. I wrote a post last year about our peach tree that hardy ever bore fruit and how I told it last year that it was on borrowed time. Russ was about ready to chop it down and then it had a bumper crop. This year, it must have still been nervous because it had hundreds of peaches. I'm very possessive of these peaches because they are incredibly good. I don't mind the birds sharing our apricots, plums, or figs, but I'll stand outside with the water hose to guard those peaches. The best method we've found though for keeping the birds away is to trick them by setting out plastic crow decoys from Cabella's.They work great for quite a while. By the end of the season, the birds have started to get wise, but we've had more luck with them than with anything else. We love to share our peaches with other humans and have given away several bags to neighbors, and a couple of night ago I made peach hand pies that my family agreed were about the best peach dessert they'd ever tasted. The recipe was easy, which made it even better.


Peach Hand Pies

2 tablespoon butter
1/4 cup plus 1 Tbsp. cornstarch
2/3 cup sugar, plus
sugar for dusting pies
4 lbs peaches, pitted, peeled and diced
2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon lime juice
1 tsp. vanilla
2 (15 ounce) packages refrigerated pie crusts (4 crusts if homemade)
1 egg, beaten
Melt butter in sauceapn over medium heat. Combine cornstarch with 2/3 cup sugar; add to saucepan.
Stir in peaches, cinnamon, and salt. Cook until mixture thickens and simmers, about 25 minutes, stirring frequently. Remove from heat and stir in lemon juice and vanilla. Cool completely; set aside.
Cut crusts into quarters; spoon 2 tablespoons filling into the center of each quarter, leaving 3/4-inch dough uncovered on each side.
Fold dough over filling; press edges together to seal. Transfer pies to 2 ungreased baking sheets. Brush tops of pies with egg; sprinkle with remaining sugar. Prick the tops of each pie.
Bake at 425 degrees for 18 to 20 minutes until golden, rotating baking sheets between upper and lower racks halfway through baking. Remove to wire racks to cool.

I found a good-sounding recipe at Reciezaar and altered it somewhat. I didn't have any lemons, so I added lime instead. And Paige suggested adding the vanilla.


They were delicious. Kai ate three of them! And yes, he is about to use his index finger as a scoop.



I'm almost finished with my socks. They look a little goofy, but I'm still happy with them. I didn't try to match the stripes because it was so long between repeats.

I've been working on my Bear Claw Pillow too. I am in LOVE with the Jaeger Extra Fine Merino, I'm using for it. It's so soft. It reminds me of Aurora 8 yarn. The greedy part of me is considering calling Wildfiber to see if they'll semd me some more, not only because they have it on sale, but also because I've discovered that it's discontinued. I've been wanting to knit the Rowan Audrey sweater ever since I saw it on the Audrey Knitalong website. This yarn would be perfect for it!

Illusions of Progress

Before beginning my post, I have to say what a nice birthday I had. I woke up and Russ had coffee ready for me and my favorite Mornigstar Farms Vegetarian Sausage Links. Actually, he does that for me most mornings, but sometimes I have to put the sausages in the microwave myself! He had also changed our computer's background to a Grommit knitting picture that Cheryl at A Simple Yarn sent me a while back . The rest of the day was just perfect, nothing that exceptional, just relaxing and nice. Kai gave me a cute little inspirational book with beagles in it, and Russ fixed a nice dinner. The biggest surprise was Paige's present. In the evening, she put together a spa treament for me in the bathroom, complete with candles, bubble bath, a facial mask, classical music and a Skor candy bar. She had bought everything on her own, and I felt a little bad because she had told us she was driving over to a friend's house to pick something up. She was gone quite a while, and just as she walked in the door, Russ was saying to me that maybe I should go check to see that she was actually where she said she was. She heard him and was a bit miffed. She wasn't where she said that she'd be; she was at Rite Aid getting her mom a present! All of those nice birthday wishes from my blogger friends added to the day too.


I've decided that often I buy yarn just to make it seem like I'm moving forward with my knitting. If I need more yarn, I must have achieved something, right?. The fact is I haven't finished a knitting project in ages. Case in point, I bought this self-striping yarn at The Yarn Shop in Lincoln this summer. I had lots of free time when we were there, so I should have been able to finish several socks during our visit. I got half-way though with a basic sock and then decided that it was way too big, something that happens to me 80% of the time. I don't have a small foot at all, but most socks I knit are huge, even when I go down a needle size or two. I tried various patterns after that but was never satisfied. I do this all of the time. I'm like the frogging queen. Finally I decided to go back to the Citrine Sock pattern from Interweave Knit Holiday Gifts 2007 that I knit earlier this year. I had some trouble with it the first time I tried it but ultimately was very happy with the finished product. I've had trouble with it once again. I really think I have attention deficit issues. I'd get sidetracked while I was working on the heal and I'd have to rip it out. We're not talking a couple of times here. I bet I re-knit this sock at least ten times. I finally finished one sock this morning. This one sock is all I have to show for the month of June and July knitting-wise. I have, of course, continued to buy yarn, just a little less than normal.

I'm also not always so good about finishing books, but I still buy lots of them. if I like a book though, I'll finish it in a couple of days. I bought Crescent by Diana Abu-Jaber at the airport this summer, and loved it. The main setting is an Iraqi Cafe in Los Angeles. Even if I hadn't enjoyed the story, I would have read it for the food imagery. Abu-Jaber included a couple of recipes at the end of the book. I made her Tabbouleh Salad, which I wanted to love but only kind of liked; and then I tried her hummus recipe. If was fine too, but not fantastic. I make a lot of hummus. My family loves it, but I wanted to perfect my recipe, so I started looking around. There are only a few ingredients, so most recipes taste about the same. I finally found what I consider the perfect recipe. My family agrees that it fab, and it makes me so happy to have my kids get in the fridge so they can get some carrots and hummus to eat as a snack.




Hummus

2 cans garbanzo beans, drained
1/2 cup tahini
2 cloves garlic
salt/pepper
1 tsp. cumin
1 Tbsp. lemon juice
1/4 cup olive oil
2 Tbsp. parsley, minced

Pulse garbanzos, garlic, and tahini in a food processor. Add salt, pepper, cumin, and lemon juice, and pulse several times. Add olive oil and pulse until smooth. Sprinkle parley on top.

Happy Birthday to Me

I turned forty-six today. It wasn't at all traumatic to me because I've been saying that I was forty-six most of this year. One day, one of Paige's friends said, "I thought you were the same age as my mom." Then it hit me that I was jumping the gun. I don't know what made me skip forty-five. Anyway, I'm fine with it, and I've already celebrated a little. Russ and I had planned to go pick up Paige and her friends from volleyball camp at Pepperdine University in Malibu yesterday. We had forgotten that Kai had an orthodontist appointment though. Rather than have his appointment postponed an entire month, we decided that Russ would take him and I would pick up the girls. I may not have mentioned it before, but I HATE driving in L.A., absolutely hate it. Then I got the idea to ask a knitting friend of mine to go with me and stop at Wildfiber in Santa Monica before we picked up the girls. We had no trouble finding it, and after driving around for five or ten minutes trying to find parking, we were in heaven. It was the best yarn store I've ever been to, and they were having a huge sale. My parents and my mother-in-law had just sent me money for my birthday, so I filled my new Wildfiber bag with six skeins of Jaeger Extra Fine Merino yarn on sale for 40% off. I'm planning to knit a pillow out of them, using Veronik Avery's Blear Claw Blanket pattern. It was originally published in Spring 2005 issue of IK, but I must have given that issue away because I couldn't find it anywhere. I also bought some Manos de Uruguay to make a felted bowl with. We really had a good time. I've read about yarn stores with "snooty" owners, etc., but Wildfiber has a really comfortable atmosphere, and they didn't even get irriated with my friend, Janet, and me when we had to touch some of the $45 a skein cashmere to our faces.

Pepperdine University is only about twenty minutes from Santa Monica, or it should be, traffic is always such an issue in Southern California. Paige and I read The Keeper of the Bees by Gene Stratton Porter a couple of years ago. Its setting was Santa Monica, just after World War I. It was a sweet book, and I especially loved the descriptions of the countryside. You can see why people were drawn to it, but there are so many people now, it's hard to enjoy the natural beauty there with building upon building everywhere. Of course, sometimes, it's the people that make it interesting too. We ate at Paradice Beach Cafe on the way home and had fun looking at the pictures of all of the movie stars from the forties through now who had eaten there.


I do love some of the Southern Californian beaches, but I'm happiest when we're places where the pace is slower, as it is still along much of the Central Coast. And I still think our vacations in Nebraska are perfect. My sister-in-law usually plans (with everyone's final approval) a great little "mini-vacation" in the middle of our visits to the Midwest. This year, we went to Mahoney State Park and Platte River State Park and stayed in cabins near the Plattie River. It was hot and muggy, but beatiful; and we had a great time.

The cabin at Mahoney had an increidble view of the Platte River nearby. .
The first morning, we woke up and saw wild turkeys just outside our window with a bunch of chicks. The kids weren't that impressed, but the adults were. We tried to go outside to get some pictures, but they disappeared into the brush.
Even though it was so hot, the kids went on paddle boats one afternoon too. It wasn't white water river rafting, but they seened to enjoy it for a while.

I DIDN'T Knit at the Olympic Swim Trials

Our whole family loves swimming, so when some friends from Omaha told us that the Olympic Swim Trials were going to be held during the first week that we would be in Nebraska, we hurriedly tried to order tickets. You may well ask why we didn't already know that the trials were being held in Omaha, but I have no explanaiton other than we've been busy. Since it was at the last minute, we knew we'd have to pay for our obliviousness, but we were willing, within reason. We found some tickets online for fifty dollars apiece, counting the handling fees, but it was too late to have them delivered to us in California. So, to make a long story short, my wonderful sister-in-law, who lives in Lincoln, took care of it for us, bought the tickets and had them delivered to her house. Two days before we were supposed to go, she got an email saying they didn't have four tickets available after all. By the time, she called us to tell us the sad news, she'd already fixed it for us. She found us some tickets for $20 apiece, which we figured would be better than nothing. We were a little disappointed but happy to get to go still. They ended up being fabulous tickets. They weren't quite as close as our original ones, but they actually gave us a better view than the other seats. What a great experience!

The night before we arrived in Omaha, a storm blew offf a portion of the Quest Center where the trials were being held. You can see the damage in the upper right side of the picture.That must have been some kind of storm.


Paige, along with half the sixteen-to-eighteen-year-old girls in America, loves Michael Phelps. He was in the very last race of the day, swimming the I.M. It wasn't the finals where he and Ryan Lochte broke the world record, but it was still exciting to see both of them swim.

Paige spent most of the time texting friends and "taunting" them as each familiar swimmer came up to the blocks; Natalie Coughlin, Brendon Hansen, Katie Hoff, and Dara Torres, plus others that she seemed to know about, but I hadn't heard of.
Kai was impressed some of the time, but he decided to catch some zzzzz's after a while. I thought maybe he'd get interested in swimming again after this, but he says he's doing track in the spring. Oh well, that's fun too.

I have one more Olympic note. One of my former students is going to the Olympics in the 3,000 m. steeple chase. He was a wonderful, well-grounded kid in high school, and it's been fun to see him continue with his success as a college runner in Colorado.

Maybe I can write a knitting post later this week...maybe.

Here We Go

We've flying to Nebraska tomorrow for two weeks. The laundry is finished, the kitchen is clean, the lawn is mowed, and my knitting bag is packed. Why do I still suspect I'll be up until midnight tonight. The dogs always seem to know when we're about to leave them, so, we try to give them a little extra time. It's more fun to take a nap with a puppy then to help mom pack.

Pink Saturday

Pink Purl mentioned earlier this week that How Sweet the Sound has started Pink Saturdays. Since pink is my absolute favorite color, I thought I'd play even though I didn't sign up. I don't have much to show.Some pink mushrooms we bought at the Los Osos Farmer's Market last Monday.Some pink and yellow lantana I grew from a little slip I stole from my neighbors bush a couple of year ago.Oh, and some really dark pink socks, this is a knitting blog, after all. Actually they're pretty much burgundy colored, but that's practically pink. I've been working on this sock all week. This is my second pair of Loksins, and I think they will be my last. I love the way the pattern looks and it's certainly not a difficult one to memorize. I just don't think they're made for my brain. I'll get knitting away without thinking, and then I'll discover that the pattern is off, and I'll have to unravel five or six rows. I wouldn't mind doing that every once in a while, but I've had to do it at least six or seven times for this one sock. It's me, not the pattern. I should be concentrating more, but because the pattern is so easy I don't. I kind of remember that happening to me the first time I knit these socks. I'm a loser.

Merit tagged me for an alphabet game last week. I don't think I care to check for sure, but it seems like I have more negative adjectives than positive ones. Oh well, I'm being honest. Julie, Janice, and Hege, consider yourselves tagged...only if you want to be:)

A.- ambitious
B- bitchy...on occasion
C- cautious
D- demanding
E- ethical
F- funny
G- giggling
H- honest
I- independent
J- jovial
K- knitter
L- likable
M- mom
N- nervy
O- ornery
P- prompt...NOT
Q- quirky
R- rational
S- sarcastic
T- tenacious
U- unrelenting
V- volatile
W- wife
X- xenophilic
Y- young at heart
Z-

Then I had to take the "flower quiz too.

You Are a Canna
"You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that."

I am a Canna What Flower Are You?

Happy Father's Day

We're not particularly big with the Mother's and Father's Day celebrations although I usually get a pretty good deal out of both days. Paige is making Russ pad thai tonight. She's made it before, and it was great. She would even be willing to drive down to the store to get the the few ingredients we're missing, except that I have no cash to give her; so I'll have to go along. Those of you who know me personally know that I'm not always, shall we say, appreciative of Russ. He is better than your average husband by far though, and a really good dad. I'm especially happy with him this week because after living in our house for over ten years, he has finally put in nice baseboards. I am inordinantly happy about this; I'm talking ecstatic, because once Russ decides to do a project he does a meticulous job of it. I guess I'll put up with him for another twenty-four years. (LOL, he may not think that's such a great thing.) Sorry, but that's about as mushy as I get.


I have no knitting news to report, so I'lI share my culinary adventures. I made kolache yesterday. Kolache are of Czech or Polish origin. One of the focuses in my Master's thesis was the idea that food was one of the only avenues for immigrants to maintain a piece of their culture when they moved to America. I didn't write about this in my thesis, but I also think that the insight into a culture that people gain from reading ethnic literature is enhanced by actually preparing and eating some of the foods that are part of most stories.

I'm not sure when I first became aware of kolache. I suppose that my first exposure was in My Antonia, a novel about Czech immigrants, set in Nebraska. They're still popular in Nebraska where there are a large number of people of Czech and Polish descent. Lat summer we drove nearly an hour to Wilbur, Nebraska in search of the perfect kolache. I'd read that the Wilbur Bakery had wonderful kolache. They were closed, but we found some at the Karpisek Meat Market I wanted to love their kolache, but to tell the truth I didn't really. I did love their meat though, even though I'm not much of a meat eater. I continued my search for kolache throughout our visit, but I never really found any I loved.


So, this week when our plum tree was dropping fruit everywhere because we couldn't give it away fast enough, I thought about Antonia and how her children proudly showed Jim their spiced plums and told him that their mother used them in her kolache; and I decided to make my own kolache. It took me two days. After borrowing a Victorio Food Strainer from a friend, I picked a couple of buckets of plums, and then followed a recipe I found for plum butter from some history professor at North Dakota State University. It was pretty messy work and halfway through cooking them, I realized that the food press was not going to be happy to have all of those pits in there, so I had to pick them out by hand. It took about a gazillion cups of sugar to sweeten up my Santa Rosa plums, but I finally Iended up with a nice, thick "butter," which I planned to fill my kolache with.
I followed a recipe for kolache from Homesick Texan, a great food blog that I've enjoyed drooling over many times. I'm not sure how authentic they were. The original recipes probably used lard. I just know that I finally do love kolache. Mine were wonderful, soft and yeasty with just enough sweetness in the dough to offset the tart plum butter. I cheated and used my mixer to prepare the dough, but I still feel a greater connection to the characters in My Antonia, and I gave my family a nice little cultural experience too.

Maybe my next post, I'll get back to knitting...or not!

Time Flies

Well, that month just zoomed by. I remember when I first starting reading knitting blogs, I'd see a blog that hadn't been updated for a month or so and would wonder what dire happening had prevented the blogger from getting to her blog. Now I so understand that it's usally nothing more than busy-itis. In one of my last entries I wrote about how Kai was about to graduate eighth grade, something that, as my husband points out, many schools don't acknowledge other than to hand out a report card. Well, Kai's school acknowledges it in a big way, while, at the same time, not pretending that it's anything more than a small step toward much bigger achievement.
I haven't written about Kai's school before....since this is a knitting blog, but oh well. I have bragged quite a few times this year to friends that Kai attends a private school on the taxpayer's dime. No, we haven't ventured into some voucher scheme. What I mean is that Kai's little public K-8 school is more like a good private one. It's a "country" school in a town of about 200 people fifteen miles from us. To keep their attendance numbers up, the school allows kids from our town to go there. I had kind of turned my nose up at parents who put their children on waiting lists to get in there because I felt that our local parents should work on improving our elementary schools instead of "jumping ship." On the other hand, I was exceptionally unimpressed with out junior high school. Kai's not a complainer, but I knew that he wasn't too happy about going there, so when an opportunity arose (the superintendent called to ask if he'd like attend) we took it. There were ten kids in his graduating class. Kai worked harder (not that that's saying that much, ha, ha.) than he ever has AND, along the way, had incredible extra-curricular experiences . One day I came to pick him up from school, and his class was out in the school yard digging stuff up. His teacher had "planted" archaeological items for the kids to uncover, and then they had to write about what they had found. The biggest thing that Kai's school gave him was that it allowed him to stay a kid for a year longer. The teachers and kids were often playing softball when I came to pick him up, no prepubescient couples pawing each other or sneaking into the alley to smoke. The school is in a poor town, but the school has money because of tax revenue from oil companies. Many of these local kids are from extemely dyfunctional backgrounds, but when I get those kids at the high school, most comtinue to do well. I think elementary schools have become so generic, so worried about marching lock-step to canned programs that will supposedly bring their test scores up. It's a shame. School shouldn't be about preparing for some inane corporate test. I know that it's not possible to emulate a lot of what Kai's school did. One night his entire class spent the night on the school playground looking at stars as part of an astronomy lesson. I didn't think twice about allowing Kai to go. A teacher would have to be crazy to consider that with a class of thirty kids, even good ones, which is also highly unlikely. Most schools are going the wrong way ...and I'm not so sure that it's not an intentional ploy by powerful people who want to make a buck off our kids. I take that back..I'm SURE it is!


I have been knitting some, even if I haven't blogged about it. I had been thinking that I needed to give the bunny knitting a break, but I got some news that made me change my mind. I live in the town I grew in, but none of my family still live here and few of my old friends. I still stay in contact with my best friend from high school though and I talk to her mom often because she lives near me. I loved my friend Sara's younger brother, Hans. We've rarely seen each other since we've been adults, but I recently learned that he and his wife are having twins, a boy and a girl. I just had to knit some bunnies for them. I knit some little Mary Janes too. I like this pattern, but it always seems like the patterns turn out too big. This pattern called for size 2 needles, and I used size 1. They're still definitely not 0 -3 months like the pattern says.
Yes, that is a cat on our table, not only on our table, laying on an antique tablecloth that my grandmother stitched!

I Like Felting

I finished my purse almost a week ago, but I just haven't taken the time to post it. I have a front-loading washer, so I'm at a little disadvantage, but I think it felted nicely enough. You can still see the stitches a little, but I'm just going to leave it. Now, I'm ready to make a Booga bag. My knitting group meets Saturday, and that would be a perfect project to take along to work on.

I haven't posted any pictures of our yarn-loving kitty for a while. Here she is sleeping on a bunch of yarn.

A Little Milestone

My son is thirteen years old. He's pretty indedpendent, but I still think of him as my baby...since he is. This morning, he left at 6:00 A. M. to go on a four-day fieldtrip to San Diego. He's never been away from home for that long. In fact, the longest he's been away from us has been spending the night at a friend's house. It was little lonley coming home from work today with no Kai lying on the couch snuggling with his dogs and eating an after-school snack. I only texted him a couple times today. I'm glad he's not leaving for college for four years yet.

I thought it would be fun for me to send my little rabbits to my sister's kids in a pretty "package," so, I'm knitting a little purse. It's a free pattern that I discovered on Ravelry , but it's also availabe from Knitting Pattern Central. I'm just about ready to felt it. I'll reserve judgement about how I feel about it until I'm finished with the felting, but I'm thinking I will be happy with the end product.