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I didn't cook anything Wednesday night because I was here attending my first professional sporting event ever:
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eating this:
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Mmmm. Foot-long and a Grolsch.

Last night I didn't cook anything worth photographing (box of Whole Foods brand mac+cheese with some canned diced tomatoes). Happily, I had enough of the rice and chickpeas for my lunches.

Between bites, I ripped out the seed stitch scarf I was working on in Patons Soy Wool Stripes. It just wasn't doing anything for me. I cast right back on and came up with this:
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Much better. I'd never done entrelac before but I've always loved the look of it and how it shows off yarns with long color repeats. It's kind of fun, not nearly as fiddly as I thought it might be. I love how dimensional the fabric is. Check out the wrong side:
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If I didn't hate the wonky edges so much, I'd leave it unblocked. The unfortunate part is that it's sucking up yarn. I have three balls, but I'll have to get at least two more, probably. I like long scarves. The pattern is in the sidebar here. Since I didn't quite understand how it was all going to work, it was an exercise in blindly following directions. I don't do that very often. I can usually tell what's going on with a pattern and make educated decisions about whether I'm going to do what the pattern says or change it to get the results I want. It was its own kind of entertaining to just do what I was told without knowing what was going to happen.

Tuesday's child is full of grace

It was a fairly boring night: paying bills, cleaning, cooking. I did have a big bowl of this to show for it when I was done though, which means that lunches for the rest of the week are pretty much covered.
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Brown rice salad with chickpeas, mushrooms and asparagus. I put some fresh mozzarella that I wanted to use up into what I ate last night, but there wasn't enough for the whole batch. The post where I made this for the first time is here, which includes a link to the original recipe. I've deviated enough from it though, process and ingredients, that I think it's worth writing out my own guidelines.

Microwave one package of frozen cooked brown rice (I used Trader Joe’s; Whole Foods has it too). (Or cook it from scratch if you run that way. I seem to be congenitally incapable of cooking rice to — and not past —the point where it's edible so frozen is the only way it gets made at home.)
Drain and rinse one can of chick peas. Or black beans or black-eyed peas or whatever legume you want/have.
Chop a handful of walnuts and toast them in a dry frying pan. (optional, of course, but tasty and crunchy and full of omega-3s) Chop an onion while they’re toasting.
By now the rice is done. Empty the packet in a bowl and add the walnuts. Also the chickpeas.
Wipe the pan out (little bits of nuts will burn) and saute the onion in olive oil. I like the onion to get really brown and tasty, since it's such a big part of the flavor of this dish. While the onion is cooking, prep whatever vegetables you’re using. Maybe add some crushed red pepper to the onion? Maybe a chopped clove of garlic?
Add the vegetables to the pan and cook to your preferred level of doneness.
Scrape contents of pan into rice bowl and mix.
Is there anything else you’d like to add? Crumbled feta or goat cheese? Chopped olives? Capers? Fresh herbs? A little sesame oil? A drop of soy sauce? Some parmesan? Leftover chicken? The juice of a lemon? Tofu? That one last lonely tomato? You see where I’m going with this. 

Also, last night I put some Kozy Shack rice pudding in the ice cream maker to see what would happen. (It froze.) It wasn't improved by freezing, which I should have known ahead of time. You simply cannot improve on Kozy Shack rice pudding. I'm completely serious. I love it. I've tried a lot of rice pudding recipes in my day and I would pick Kozy Shack over all of them. It's made of real ingredients, not too sweet,  cheap, ubiquitous and one of the few readymade products I buy regularly. I almost always have one of the big containers on hand. I'm borderline evangelical about it. I thought that rice pudding ice cream might be kind of awesome, but it wasn't and that's good to know. It's not bad (how could it be?), but I liked it better in its pure, unsullied state.

It did give me an idea though: homemade pudding pops. I miss Jell-o pudding pops. (I'm not the only one.) I've been looking for them every summer, couldn't find them anywhere and came to the conclusion that they weren't distributed to New York City. My theory had to do with smaller grocery stores not having room for seasonal items, but they have other frozen treats, so that didn't hold water. Apparently, they were discontinued and brought back, but I still haven't been able to find them. And the new ones are the wrong shape anyway. They look like Fudgsicles. I cry foul! However, if I find some popsicle molds, I can make my own pudding pops by swirling chocolate and vanilla Kozy Shack. I don't think I'd even bother putting it through the ice cream maker: just layer the puddings in the molds and stir once or twice to swirl. Maybe I'll experiment a little before I buy something that I would only use for this one thing. If it works out though: all pudding pops, all summer. Just not rice pudding.

Weekend Update

While I wouldn't usually write about my weekend after I've already written about my Monday night, it took me a little while to get the pictures in order.

After a very fun engagement party Saturday night for a mutual friend and her fiance, Tae and I met up with the Welshman at one of my old haunts.
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If memory serves, he had just said something dismissive about her gorgeous vintage purse and therefore deserved everything he got.

Sunday, Zoe and I went up to the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx to see the roses. The wide variety of colors was pretty amazing, but the differences in fragrance really blew both of us away. Jammy, fusty, sweet, classic, citrus...
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The light was bad for taking close-ups, especially for the bright orange and pink ones I gravitated toward. It worked out all right for yellow though.
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These were the absolute best-smelling ones in the whole entire rose garden. Very strong and spicy and fresh, yet classically rose. I thought the tag said they were called Double Duty, but I can't find any record of a varietal with that name online.
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I had never been to the NYBG before and was struck by how grand and stately it was. There was something very formal about the way the grounds were laid out, but just lovely. I was really inspired by how they juxtaposed plants to create  beautiful combinations of color and texture, both monochrome:
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and multi-color:
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I'll definitely go back. There were a lot of trails we didn't investigate and I'll be interested to see how things change as the summer goes by.

The Week of Making Time: Day 1

The first night of my challenge went well. I got home around 7, put three beets in the oven to roast and started a pot of water for pasta. (I've probably posted this before, since it's one of my favorite dinners, but it bears repeating since it's delicious and easy and good for you and almost entirely made with pantry staples. Just the vegetables need to be bought fresh.) While I waited for the water to boil, I chopped three cloves of garlic and softened them in olive oil with red pepper flakes while I chopped up a bunch of broccoli rabe and the beet greens. I let the greens wilt, added some soy sauce and balsamic vinegar and turned off the heat. When the pasta was done and drained, I added it to the greens and let it sit for a few minutes to soak up the salty, tangy juices. So good. And it made enough for two dinner servings and today's lunch.
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I need to add 'get oven thermometer' to my endless list of things to do because the beets took for-freaking-ever to cook through and I was full of pasta long before they were ready. I'll have them tonight.

Then I watched a couple of episodes of netflixed 24 (which, meh. I kind of love how utterly ridiculous and over the top it is and I do so love the Keifer, but I don't know if I'm going to work my way through all of the seasons. I'm almost done with the second season and there are what? five or six? I'm going to take a break for Big Love and see if I care enough to go back.) and knit on the cotton cardigan. I'm delighted with the transition between patterns.
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And a close-up:
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I switched the direction of the cables at the center back. I don't know why the color of the yoke looks different from the body in these photos. It doesn't in person. Tonight I should be able to get to the first decrease. I'm going to decrease both within the cables and within the garter sections. And I'm getting antsy to sew the seams and close up the armholes. That always makes such a big difference. Like I'm working on a sweater, not constantly adding to an amorphous lump.

Making Time

This post got me thinking. What would I do with an extra ten hours a week and what am I willing to give up to get them?

What to do with the extra time is easy:

  • Go see La Vie en Rose at my favorite movie theater in New York, the Paris. Sit in the balcony. Wear something soigné.
  • Update my c.v.
  • Cook for myself every night, with enough left over for the next day's lunch.
  • Finish the dress I was making in my sewing class — just need to fix the wonky zipper and hem it. (Maybe I'll wear that to the Paris.)
  • Get photos organized on Flickr.
  • Upload photos to Ravelry and put profile together there.
  • Organize my kitchen cabinets. When I unpacked, I didn't really have a sense of how I was going to use the space so I just put stuff away to get it out of the way and it doesn't make a lot of sense as is.
  • Get yoke of cotton cardigan up to the first decrease point. Sew the side and sleeve seams. Put yoke on waste yarn and make sure the size works.
  • Print bookmarked online recipes. Arrange — notice that I didn't use the word 'organize' here? it seemed overrepresented — recipe binder in some way that makes sense. I'm thinking tried and true recipes will be arranged by type of food and the ones I've never made get tossed together in the back.
  • Take my Eleanor Grosch prints to be mounted on foam. The size is just too weird; I'm resigned to never finding inexpensive frames that'll work. Ditto two small letterpress prints that are 5.75" square. I thought 6" square frames would abound, but no.
  • Get renter's insurance. This has been on my to-do list for the last month and I need to get cracking.
  • I have SO MUCH MORE, but I'm pretty sure I'm over ten hours already. Shit, spinning some of that lovely wool/mohair and more exercise were supposed to be first when I was planning out this post in my head on the train.

What I would give up is pretty easy: dicking around on the computer in the evening. Reading blogs and sites I just don't care that much about takes up a truly shocking amount of my free time, I've come to realize. The only tv I watch comes from netflixed dvds and I can (and do) knit or do other stuff while I watch. I think that not using the internet at home for a week will make a huge difference and I'm commiting to do it for the next seven days, starting today. I'll give myself, oh, an hour of time for Saturday and Sunday to check my mail and glance at Google Reader and the paper, two hours a day if I'm looking at job posts or writing for the blog, but that's it.

Two strange things

1. This completely nonsensical Hello Kitty test informs me that I only care about other people 40% and that I "don't really like the act of caring." Because I think that the owner of the box used the bandages themselves? Because I'd rather drink my juice out of the yellow cup? I'm so confused. I think I might be too old/un-Japanese to understand the questions.

2. Last night, I had a dream in which one of my co-workers told me, obviously lying, that she had had a sex change operation four years ago. "But you were married to a man," I said. "Yes," she replied. "That's why I had to do it." Written out like that, it doesn't make any sense, but in the dream I understood that she wanted me to think that they were a gay couple and that after they broke up, she hated him so much she didn't even want to be the same gender as him anymore. Everything I said to counter it, she argued: you've been with your boyfriend for five years (he's very understanding), all of your bylines from previous jobs have your current, decidedly female name (it was my nickname). It basically boiled down to her saying, what? you think you know better than me whether I've had a sex change? and me saying oh, whatever. It was such an absurd, ridiculous lie and I couldn't figure out why she wanted me to believe it.

And it's such an absurd, ridiculous dream and I can't figure out why I had it.

Visual DNA

I'm such a sucker for these quizzes. And now that I know how to use those html jobbers (thanks Marcy and Sunny!), I can even show off the results.

Try it here.

Hiking Part II

This past Sunday, I went hiking with Zoe and our new friend Tom, who we met last time we were hiking. Tom put up some photos here. If anyone can tell me what those tiny blue flowers are, I'll be deeply grateful. I just love them.

Naturalism things of note:

We saw an indigo bunting, which was incredibly blue and beautiful and flew along with us for a hundred yards or so, flying ahead and waiting on a low branch until we got too close and moving on again. This isn't my photo, obviously, but this is what it looked like:
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I found and ate some wild blueberries at the top of the hill. And shared. I didn't eat them all myself.

We saw a wild turkey running, which always cracks me up. They're so ungainly and they run slowly, especially for birds that can fly pretty quickly.

I saw some cool lichen-y, fungus-y things. I don't know how to tell the difference. I think of lichen being flat and fungus being raised, but I'm pretty sure it's not that simple.
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I particularly like the combination of the chalky-white lich-gus and the greyish-brown bark and especially the textural justaposition, the way there's a quieter background texture and the fung-chen is composed of all of those individual pieces that move around into their own pattern. There's a way to knit this into something extraordinary, I can feel it. I just can't quite see it yet.

We were on the same stretch of the AT that we hiked before, but we deviated a little, going a bit beyond where we'd stopped before and also checking out one of the shelters. The shelter had a notebook for people to sign in and one through-hiker had left this clever little card. It had his website on the front and answers to some frequently asked questions on the back.
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Limon y Sal

New to me:

Julieta Venegas and this fantastically catchy tune. I couldn't figure out how to post the video on the blog (youtube doesn't seem to allow typepad blogs to sync up with them), but you can watch it here. I love all of the fairy tale imagery and she really couldn't be any more adorable if she were made out of puppies. Plus, she plays the accordian (though not in this song). I love the accordian.

It's a little frustrating to have a song stuck in my head in a language I don't speak. The blog where I found it in the first place, True Nature, posted a translation of the chorus:
"I want you with lemon and salt + I want you just how you are + I wouldn’t change a thing (love is ambivalent, bitter, strong) + just having you close I feel like I start over."

Renegade

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I've been to the Renegade Craft Fair in previous years and I feel like this year was a vast improvement. The quality of the goods was much, much higher. I had never bought anything there in the past, guitar pick earrings and totebags with iron-on patches of Betty Page not being my particular poison. They had some higher-profile vendors, a lot of names I recognized from their online businesses. The location (in the McCarren Park pool) was much, much better than the dust bowl that is the rest of McCarren Park. I went as close to when they opened on Saturday as I could and there were already a lot of people there. By the time I left, it was slammed.

Like Gina, I take issue with anyone/thing referring to him/her/itself as 'renegade' (or weird. or crazy.). But that's a rant I can't get riled up for right now. Instead, I'll show off the loot.

The one thing I really wanted to get were some nice tea towels. The two on the right are from Rock Paper Scissors and the Little Red Riding Hood one is from The Black Apple. Plus, I got a copy of the Betsy Ross twirly skirt pattern that I've been meaning to pick up for a while.
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However, my favorite find was a big basket of framed illustrations from Nancy Drew books. The seller's main gig is making purses out of hardcover books that are destined to be trashed. The friend I was with bought one of the bags, but for me, it was all about Nancy.
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"Look! There's a witch!" Susie screamed.


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"The lid on this mystery chest is stubborn," Nancy remarked.


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"Help!" Nancy screamed. "Help!"


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"All their faces have been blacked out!" Bess exclaimed.


I don't remember the one where she's attacked by the robot, but the others all look familiar. I looooved Nancy Drew when I was a kid. I'm tempted to read the books all over again, but I'm afraid they're not going to hold up to the passing of time.

Also, look how cute this girl at the fair is. I love the grasshopper on her belt:
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