Remember last week, when I gave away a skein of TARDIS yarn by Indigodragonfly, and I said, “Stay tuned, because I have something else up my sleeve..”?
Well, I have conspired with Certain People to get that other thing out of my sleeve and into the Giveaway Llama’s little paws (hooves?). Wanna know what the Something Else is?
HA! It’s a second skein of that gorgeous TARDIS yarn! You all loved it so much that I asked Kim if I could have a second skein to give away. Wooot!
So drumroll please…..let me reach into my magic randomizer to pick another name from last week’s comments….and the winner of the second skein of merino/cashmere/nylon sock yarn is…Magi! Congratulations, Magi, I will email you later today so this yarn can come to live with you.
Wooo! That was fun. There were just so many of you who left wonderful comments last week, and fell in love with the yarn, that I figured it would be great if another skein showed up to be given away. So thanks to Kim for helping me make this happen.
chilly; thus chili!
I used to make killer chili, back when I lived in California. It was one of the few dishes I could actually make, and make well. Nicholas is such a great cook, however, that I really haven’t made chili in years.
This week, however, it has been cold and grey and rainy and snowy and slushy and icky, so somehow the idea of a big pot of red chili bubbling on the stove seemed like an excellent one. We went shopping yesterday for ingredients…and Nicholas had to pry the canned beans out of my hands at the store, saying that it would really be OK if we used dried beans, really. I reluctantly agreed to let him teach me the ways of chili from scratch, and let the canned beans go back on the shelf, with one last longing look back at them over my shoulder, just for old times’ sake.
We got home, and he showed me how to wash and soak the beans.
I am not a dried beans kind of gal. I am a canned beans kind of gal. He bakes triple chocolate ganache treats for special days; I head for the boxes of cake mix every time there is a birthday in the family. But he’s an incredible cook, so I figured he was probably right and I could learn to do the whole dried bean routine in the name of Better Chili.
I just spent the past hour chopping onions and garlic and browning them in oil and herbs. Now the beans are in the pot, covered with water, with a single dried chili pepper bobbing around in there to fire things up. (Nicholas said three dried chili peppers would be fine. However, Nicholas always insists that the seasoning is mild, just as I am flapping around the house with flames leaping out of my mouth. I say one pepper is plenty.)
As I am chopping and sauteéing, the animals come by to investigate this new phenomenon of Mom Making Food. Dad makes food, they know that. Dad is the FoodMaker. Mom is a Food Eater, just like them, so the sight of me in the kitchen playing with Dad’s toys is an Event, because perhaps I don’t really know what I am doing and perhaps this means I will drop more goodies on the floor than Dad does.
Tim decided he did not approve of his counter being used to chop onions. This is the counter Where Tim Eats, people. That’s what that counter is FOR; any other use constitutes a violation of The Feline Code, apparently. Tim anxiously hovered about and meowed until I set the world right again by feeding him on his counter once I was done chopping things.
This brought Dusty out from his nap corner to investigate, as Dusty thinks all cat food is HIS cat food.
It’s just another day in the Wiseheart house, in other words.
I finished spinning the endless cormo singles!
That bobbin is FULL. I weighed it and subtracted out the weight of an empty bobbin, because it just seemed to be way more than 4 oz on there. But the scale assured me that there were only 4 oz. Dude, that’s a LOT of singles.
I wound half the singles onto another bobbin, and am about to rewind the second half before plying them. I’m kind of excited to see how the yarn turns out; I’m also curious as to the final yardage. I promise there will be a full report later.
Nicholas just told me that the chili smells amazing already, and we haven’t even added half the ingredients yet. He’s going to make blue cornbread to go with it. Maybe a pumpkin pie, too, just to be completely decadent.
So THERE, winter. Take THAT.
My nickname in elementary school was Sandi the Snail. (It just was. Not sure there was a reason!). So when I saw this wee knitted snail, I actually squee’d out loud.
Need some baby kitty magic?
3 days old. Photo by Susan Hill of Montreal. (You may squee now.)
And finally…I think we all feel like this some days:
I think that’s a cat.
For now, I think I hear Nicholas messin’ with MY chili, so I’d better go see what he’s up to.