I almost forgot to mention that this weekend is a big one here in the Sausage Capitol of Texas. Not only is it the Sausage Stampede (which I will not be running FYI), but it is Southside Market’s 125 year anniversary… check this out Statesman article . As you can see by the comments everyone has some strong opinions and feelings about their barbecue. Being a Yankee by birth I’m not gonna throw my hat in the ring. I might also mention that it was probably not in the best of taste or "Texas Friendly" to post disparaging words about the subject considering it’s a landmark anniversary and all. ’nuff said.
Month: May 2007
Plum Luck
but not so much with peaches. My peaches are oozy and hard as rocks. I will have to do some reading about fruit trees and prepare for next years harvest. This morning I was out back knitting, drinking coffee and enjoying some toast with plum jam that my neighbor made from plums from MY TREE! It is a bit more fluorescent and jelly-like than I normally like…but I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. What’s on the needles beside the plate? Clapotis being knit up in Noro Silk Garden, color way 203. You can see I have a thing for greens and blues. After many fits and starts I think I am well on my way to knitting this up. I was tying to watch some TV and start this and it requires just enough attention to make that difficult. I am now in the straight section…aaah. I know this pattern is not a tough one, just hard for those of us with attention problems. I’m knitting it scarf size ‘cuz While I love the Silk Garden I am more a fan of the smaller the better with variegated yarns.
Woohoo, my first skein of Socks that Rock™ medium weight in Lagoon. This yarn is so sproingy to the touch…can’t wait to knit up a pair. Now the search for a pattern Gauge: 8 sts per inch on US size 2. … anyone have any pattern ideas? I think 
this will be the chance to use the vintage DPNs I received for Christmas, they are all so skinny.
Below is where I get my knit on every morning with my first cup of coffee, mosquitoes permitting. There is something so meditative about the quiet, my dogs (picture of my lovely Maisy below), the roving pack of chickens in the front yard, a rooster or two cockle-doodle-dooing and the clickety click of my little sticks. Helluva way to start the day.
Oh tonight on PBS there is a show that’s bound to be cool Craft in America . Have my DVR scheduled to record just in case I have memory loss. Tune in if you’re inclined… if you’re bothering to read this you probably are.
a poem, some plums and a horse
This Is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
—by William Carlos Williams
I just love the word plum.
Saturday morning I was outside drinking my morning coffee and noticed my l plum tree was heavy with fruit… later Roscoe came up to me with purple red splooge on his face. Apparently the dogs had found the fallen fruit and were feasting. I went out and picked fruit from the lower branches and placed a tarp on the ground and gently shook the fruit from the higher branches. I’m not sure where I’d seen this done before, maybe it was Lucy and Ethel or Wile E. Coyote . The plums are small and sweet, perhaps a bit small to wrangle into a tart but great to eat. I feel like a farm girl, so proud of my first harvest.
To be filed under "You know you live in the country when…" I almost got hit by a man on a horse this weekend. I was driving away from my friend’s house when this man came tearing through this little alley on a horse he had little to no control of. I stopped my car and watched him continue on. I hope nothing happened.
Here are some pics of this morning….
Oh, I almost forgot… thank you so much for the books Miss Mona, it took me a few minutes to figure out where they came from. I appreciate them very much.
Bean & Noodle 