Saturday, January 13, 2007
(Got a big, big sweater and a microphone...)
Before those of you who don’t knit stare balefully at the screen and holler, “what the hell is THIS? where are the recipes?”, let me assure you that goodies are coming. I meant what I said about gradually getting my A game back. Today finds me—or will find me—at the farmer’s market, scoring whatever fruit and vegetables and meats are scorable; at the butcher’s, picking up the chickens that will provide the week’s lunches and dinners, as well as chicken stock for a few dozen pots of greens; at Kalustyan’s for a big bag of black-eyed peas, as well as anything else that might fill me with the burning desire to cook it; possibly, time permitting, in Chinatown, where I can buy oyster sauce for the few dozen pots of greens that won’t be cooked in chicken stock, as well as young, near-skinless, fiber-free ginger that can be had for a ridiculously low price; and, finally, at lunch with the ever-fabulous Lunch Bunch, Julie and Bunni, before I drag all the foodstuffs home and establish base camp in the kitchen. Of course, I’ll be in a sharing mood, but in the meantime, I can’t help but brag, gently, about my (incomplete) (oversized) (learning experience I will probably regret once the whole thing’s put together and is either much too large or much too small) sweater. Thanking you all in advance for your patience.
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I’m glad to hear that you’re feeling ready to write about food again; I miss it even though your recipes are so often things I can’t eat (I’m nearly vegan and eat no mammals, no sea life and only the very occasional bird when I might otherwise go hungry, and have a dairy allergy that only allows me to eat yogurt, butter and the rare piece of very old cheddar). The suet pudding was particularly gross, fascinating and desireable to me.
And. I can’t believe you’re going to finish that sweater when you’re so sure it’s going to be a big frumpy box. I’ve knit so very many things over the years that ended up being too unflattering to wear. Why not rip it out and make something sexy instead?
And finally: the jam arrived, one jar is half gone already. Thank you thank you thank you!
I just found my last (sniff) jar of Bakerina strawberry-rhubarb jam in the cubpoard and opened it and to everyone else out there I just want to say, I got it and you can’t have it!
Holy gorgeousness, Jen. For a relatively new knitter, that sweater-to-be is incredible. Tried my hand at knitting years ago, but couldn’t master it. (Supplicative stance on the floor....)"I’m not worthy...I’m not worthy....”....
I for one, appreciate the knitting pictures. Heh, and the Beck flashback. It looks gorgeous and if I lived not so far from you I would STEAL YOUR YARN. But, uh, maybe a little extra oversized? Don’t break your heart and finish the entire thing before trying it on. You can always pin a front (or back) to a long sleeved shirt.
And does Chinatown actually have oyster sauce in NON-glass or non-ketchup-like jars? Because it seems the only form of that stuff I can get comes in tiny-necked, thick glass jars and it’s a huge PITA trying to get a measured amount of the stuff out of the jar.
If it doesn’t work out as a sweater, could you use it as a throw/blanket? The designwork on it is lovely.
I am a latecomer to this post because my bloglines feed was not alerting me to a new entry!
that looks like some wonderful knitting Jen! It will definitley be much too large, but it’s nice to have a big, comfy sweater.
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I’m glad to hear that you’re feeling ready to write about food again; I miss it even though your recipes are so often things I can’t eat (I’m nearly vegan and eat no mammals, no sea life and only the very occasional bird when I might otherwise go hungry, and have a dairy allergy that only allows me to eat yogurt, butter and the rare piece of very old cheddar). The suet pudding was particularly gross, fascinating and desireable to me.
And. I can’t believe you’re going to finish that sweater when you’re so sure it’s going to be a big frumpy box. I’ve knit so very many things over the years that ended up being too unflattering to wear. Why not rip it out and make something sexy instead?
And finally: the jam arrived, one jar is half gone already. Thank you thank you thank you!