Sunday, October 23, 2016
I used to make a pan of biscuits--like anytime G or I were hungry for a "snack". He never gained weight--but I did. This image of biscuits being cut--well, it brings back so many memories. Of early marriage, small babies and toddlers. No money. Love.
I baked biscuits the 6 years we lived in Georgia. No biscuits were baked in Florida-- and there was no love there either. I'm not sure any biscuits were baked in Illinois or Germany. That's twelve full years of no biscuits. I think I've made biscuits here in Maine. Well, I should hope so in 25 years. But few and far between. I've baked more pizza here. More apple crisp. Lots more chicken soup.
Today I have been very busy in the kitchen. A big pan of meatballs was roasted in the oven. Followed by a large butternut squash in cubes. Roasting now. On the stove top, a pan of onions, red and green peppers (the garden is still producing peppers) plus four hot frying peppers. Nice and brown and delicious looking. In the freezer, another pan of green peppers freezing solid for future chili making (for me--no one else likes it). Once the squash is "golden brown and delicious" the cast iron pot filled with meatballs and marinara (Trader Joe's) will go in and cook for an hour. Later, during the football game--I will be making pizza with a sourdough crust. Pepperoni with mushrooms and onions. Some red peppers on my side.
We had big rain last night. Five inches. Not enough to do much about the severe drought. But it was nice to hear it pounding on the roof and windows.
I have book 2 to read. I like reading books in order. I also promised a young co-worker to show her the felt bee I am making. So I need to start in on it. So much advance time goes into the deciding what to do--and the pattern making---and then it goes pretty quickly. The first paper bee was too thin and looked more like a Christmas Wasp. This one I am working on is chubby. More like a bee. We'll see--and you will see when it is done.
The oven alarm went off. Time to check the butternut cubes and then slide the meatballs into the oven. I still have to vacuum and dust.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
We are enjoying a very warm, often sunny, Fall day here in Maine. G is across the street mowing the grass and picking up leaves on the neighbor's front lawn. I have today and tomorrow off.
I've already done some laundry. Watered some plants. Taken bags of compostable things to the compost pile (which will be filled up with the collected leaves and grass from across the street), I have another 50 pages to read in my book. The next one is waiting for me at the library.
I had to go into the sewing room again last night during the debate. Could not listen to any more. Where has common decency gone?
I eventually managed to get enough squares together to make a rectangle. So many parts and pieces of this "would be quilt top" are missing. I was going to just make placemats out of the newly reconstructed top, but now I am seeing it as more of a Frankenstein Monster. Which could work as "art" in 2016. By not watching the debates I have created a monster (or Zombie). Of sorts. It helps that I used black thread to zigzag the squares together.
I am also quite close to starting in on the 2016 felt Christmas ornament. The Bee. I found some beige felt in the felt container (for wings) which was hidden under 10 or more other containers in the attic. Now I have quite a bit of bland felt. I do need more felt with vibrant colors--I was on Pinterest.
So many really cute ideas to test drive. Winter projects.
I am going to be at work on Halloween. Employees are planning to wear costumes. I don't have a costume. Never have had one. No idea of how to create one. Any ideas?
I ate Rice Krispie treats (too many) yesterday at work and came home with the skin around my eyes burning and itching. So much for "dust" being the instigator. I washed my face and then applied Cortizone 10 for Eczema and it calmed down. In my hunger and boredom crazed mind-- Rice was a safe food and therefore Rice Krispie Treats were also safe. Well, there is soy.
Also turns out Zyrtec for allergies = weight gain. An unpleasant side effect of not sneezing and itching. Note to self: Pack an extra big lunch.
Monday, October 17, 2016
I LOVE bread. I have been having toasted New York Rye (When Pigs Fly) every other morning for breakfast. Some days my eyebrows itch, somedays they don't. My asthma doctor says I don't have a food allergy. That the days my eyebrows itch is a day when I have breathed in dust.
As much as I would LOVE to believe him--- I really don't want to test his theory by eating bread everyday. That rash is really awful. I don't like walking around looking like I got a really bad sunburn all around my eyes. Like red swollen googles. And it itches.
If I had to give up pasta to have bread in my life---I would. Right now I have neither. Just steamed white Jasmine rice. Rice pasta was very weird. Rice flour is like eating sand. So, just rice.
Politics and Football are making me a real nervous wreck these days. I had to get up at halftime and make G something to eat (pulled pork and shredded cheddar on a flour tortilla--fried in a frying pan till crispy) and I pulled out some felt hearts I had kitted up for a class years ago and have already completed three. I have even added the backing and stuffed them. Hearts with three leaves in the center then topped with two stacked circles. All the pieces buttonhole stitched in red or gold. Now that I have found a good green--the next three will have some green buttonholing. The completed heart is about 6 inches wide and 6 inches tall. I have a burgundy and cream one but no felt with which to make the backing.
I had three library books. But I had read two already (long ago) and the third was only a 7 day loan. Then I had no books. Today, G went and picked up one book. And it's one I haven't read. Hoorah!!!
Still trying to find an allergy doctor. Most of them are 60 to 90 minutes away on high speed highways like I95. And most appointments (I can get) are with a Nurse Practitioner. My experience with NP's is that they like to try and do everything to you. Whether you need it or not. They just want to. And they aren't doctors. I don't mind seeing them for follow up visits--- when a real doctor has seen me and started a treatment plan. I have one potential doctor. But I need my primary to make a referral. So, I'll be on the phone tomorrow. My Primary may not like this doctor. We'll see.
Friday, October 14, 2016
I have skeins of beautiful colored threads on the "work" side of the dining room table. It's getting colder each day and I am ready to settle down to do some stitching. I have an idea for another Christmas ornament. A Bee. Since Bees have become rather important of late. A Gardener's Tree should have a Bee or two on it. But that means a trip upstairs to the jumble that is my fabric collection to see if black felt, greenish gold wool and some beige wool exist already--before going shopping. And I was thinking about making more Santa coats and hats. To add to Christmas gift packages. I still have a supply of red and white felt. And black for the belts. Perhaps enough black for a few Bees.
I read several blogs where the author/artist is making repetitious lines of patterned thread on a daily basis as a sort of journal. I have tried this in past years to see what it was like. It doesn't work for me. I have to actually be "making" something--otherwise it speaks only of wasting time and materials and I can only do that for a short while before becoming disenchanted. Never mind that they install these items in shows. I often wonder what the early stitchers (in Time) would think of this?
The things early stitchers made were almost always made for utility. Now we make things that have no useful life. Perhaps this trend began with Samplers. They had no "use" other than to show the skill of the Maker. And then, of course there were the embroidered collars, cuffs etc of the Kings and Queens. So, perhaps, the making of things that have no practical use other than to show the skill of the maker is actually part of the history of Stitch. But long, long strips of the same repeated stitch???
What do you think?
I have an unfinished Charity Quilt that was started with donated blocks during my term as President of my Quilt Chapter. I was given the blocks (to sew with borders) into a top. I did that. then a few volunteers basted the quilt sandwich and even started hand quilting. Then all work stopped. And the project was folded into a bag and stored. I was going to quilt it. But the donated batting is puffy so not suited to machine quilting. Then I thought I would "big stitch" quilt it by hand. Going along fine until G noticed the four rail fence blocks that looked like swastikas. I added appliqué to hide the symbol in three but the fourth resolutely stays visible. No group would be happy to get the quilt for an auction. So now what do I do with it? Basted. One third tightly handquilted. Sigh.