Monday, June 30, 2008

Again, but with sugar this time

A few weeks ago I was making ice cream from scratch. As I was pouring the custard into the machine, it occurred to me that I had forgotten the vanilla. No big deal, I thought. I had used a vanilla bean, and assumed that would be enough.

Twenty minutes later the machine had finished doing its thing, and I dipped a spoon it to taste before I transferred it to the freezer. I forgot the sugar too.

That was the start of things going very, very wrong here. My grandmother became seriously ill, and passed away on June 14. We said goodbye to her on June 17, and she's in heaven with my grandfather now, arguing about how thin to pound the veal, or how big a rib roast to buy.

Gram taught me how to knit when I was 8, how to stir the polenta so you'd get the nice crusties on the side of the pan, how to make a french knot, how to make strawberry jam, and how to seal tortellini so they didn't explode in the pot. I never saw her without her smile, and I never ever heard her raise her voice in anger. She was famous for her hermit cookies and pineapple upside down cake. The photo above was taken almost two years ago, at her 90th birthday party.
In the days following the services, I didn't feel much like knitting, but I still needed to be busy doing something. I picked up some old projects that had been hanging around (one of them for two years), and finished them. I destashed about 50 skeins of yarn. I wanted to clear the decks and start everything new.
Saturday I started a pair of socks with some yarn dyed by a dear friend. They look fantastic. And yesterday I made ice cream again. With vanilla and sugar.

Monday, June 02, 2008

The Problem With Parsley

I love using fresh parsley. So when springtime comes I plant several seedlings and use them until the frost kills them in the fall.

A couple of years ago, I encountered a problem.

Something was eating it. I thought it was a one-time deal. The sprigs would grow back, and then bam, down to stumps again. So last year I tried this:

I thought by raising the plants up in a pot, they would be too tall for whatever was eating it. Well, you can see that that didn't work so well either. And that irritates me to know end, because why pay $5 a week for a bunch of parsley at the farm stand when it's so easy (on paper) to grow it yourself.

After school today I was outside watering the plants, and we saw this:

That's a groundhog. He's just a baby, and we saw Mom and his two brothers/sisters but they ran away. This guy hung around to watch us. And he didn't mind at all when I crept up to take a photo of him.

Do you think if I gave him his own plant, he'd leave mine alone?

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