May 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
May 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’ve been busy working on a little something else, too. Meet Petit Hibou:
Hoo, his insides are messy. But I guess everyone’s are.
I intended to make myself a pair of wrist warmers, but finding the second skein of yarn would have required excavating the storage closet to a greater extent than I have energy for. The yarn had always reminded me of owls, anyway, so this is better.
I used up some stash ends for the top of his head and bottom (not pictured, and not attached in those shots. I was so surprised and excited to see that he looked not-too-terribly wonky. For me, this constitutes a major knitting success. Worked entirely in garter stitch, no less.
It’s the very forgiving and fluffy nature of the main body yarn that makes it look acceptable, but nonetheless — wahoo! Now I’ll probably get in way over my head and try my hand at things like a jelly bean cushion cover or, (the peak and pinnacle of perfection) The Clapotis.
I’ve since knit and attached his bottom, and (over-)filled him with polyfill left over from some pillows that came with our couch. I’m hoping we’ll get to a fabric store at some point over this long weekend in order to procure some felt for two big eyes and a beak.
Another, more delicious, Petit Hibou
May 19, 2011 § Leave a comment
May 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
From Bernard-Henri Levy’s sickening defense of his friend Dominique Strauss-Khan:
I am troubled by a system of justice modestly termed “accusatory,” meaning that anyone can come along and accuse another fellow of any crime—and it will be up to the accused to prove that the accusation is false and without basis in fact.
Oh yeah? Please, do wax philosophic about how a more civilized society would allow only one’s social and intellectual peers to accuse one of a crime, and then only when they furnish full, unimpeachable evidence. Would that Great Men need not be bothered by trifling matters of the long-term effects of their brutal sexual assaults on less powerful women — how free we would all* be!
At least Levy is consistent in his philosophy. Forced sodomy against any female cannot be a crime!
To get the bitter taste out of your mouth:
May 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
I started with a whole, enormous and not-very-sweet-looking fruit:
Trimmed off its skin and scales, as prettily as I could:
… which turned out not to be very prettily. I mean, I’m aiming for something along these lines:
So, I’ll maybe see if I can whittle it into a more pleasing form at some point. Anyway! Onwards!
Given this specimen’s heft, I needed to trim a bit off its headdress, too, in order to wedge into my largest pot and bowl. But even that was too tall, so:
I also removed a couple of inches from the core on both ends, and pierced the remaining core twice with a long bamboo skewer.
Then, into the pot. I simmered the whole package in water just to cover for 10 minutes, flipping halfway. I’ve had some trouble in the past following this direction with other fruits that completely disintegrated during a very gentle simmer, so I was probably too cautious here, as the pineapple is a relatively sturdy fruit.
But it’s going to be soaked in hot syrup daily for two weeks, and I err on the casual side when it comes to food safety anyway. Total risktaker. Indeed, the pineapple should technically be fully submerged in the syrup, but I don’t have a vessel up to the task. So I flip it whenever I think of it. No mold so far.
Anyway, then I measured out seven cups of cooking liquid and brought that to the boil with two cups of sugar. I didn’t take a photo. It looked like slightly yellow water in a pot. Use your imagination.
Then, I poured the sugar-syrup over the pineapple, resting serenely in this bowl.
Note how unattractively olive-colored the leaves have become. Sadness.
Now I add a further quarter cup of sugar to the syrup and bring it to the boil every day for a week or so, before moving on to the next step. We’re now on Day Three. I shall update later with a new photo.
May 16, 2011 § Leave a comment
Since this post we’ve had a few good days. We visited a Lebanese restaurant, borrowed a baby for the day, looked at lots of photos of her parents’ tiny native village in Lebanon, and, on Friday, we made spinach fatayer.
The crust wasn’t much good (too crunchy, not pillowy), but the filling was good. I also made a couple of feta fatayer which I thought turned out perfectly. A little sumac made all the difference.
Next up: borrowing the baby again and heading up Citadel Hill. If my calculations are correct, four of us can get into the park for $20 during the month of May. Fingers crossed for decent weather.