January 14, 2007
Sunday is just about the best thing there is, don’t you think? I’ve been watching stuff pop up around the house.
The most fun you can have with flour, milk, eggs, and salt.
Here’s a recipe that is just about the same as the New York Times Cookbook recipe I used. There are all these superfussy recipes, what with the warm-up-the-cream-not-milk, the use-a-cast-iron-pan, don’t-use-all-purpose-flour business. To me, the magic is using four plain ingredients which result in a freaked-out hollow puffy balloon of chewy goodness. Amaze your friends!
2. Sweet Peas
My sister Buffy sent me sweet peas for Christmas, in infant form, so I’m raising them up. They popped up two days ago.
After the undignified snatching of my needles at the London airport, I returned to Nashville having discovered that people on airplanes sometimes do things other than knit.
Like, watch movies. Have you heard about this idea? Who knew? I watched Little Miss Sunshine (featuring an excellent dysfunctional family) and The Queen. (I gotta pause for a moment to ponder Helen Mirren’s portrayal of Queen Elizabeth II.)
But watching movies can in no way be considered knitting, so when I finally got home I had an ache like a phantom limb–an itch to knit a tube, yet no longer the owner of tiny, dangerous sock needles.
The smallest needles I have at home are size 3. A great needle, if you ask me–one of the finest sizes. I started off wishing for some loungey socks to wear around the house, but that quickly went by the wayside once I dug up the yarn I wanted to use: Rowan’s Yorkshire Tweed DK, in the shade with the uncharacteristically perky name of Cheer.
Cheerful, but with a little gloom, don’t you think?
Now, a person could make socks with this yarn, but even I have my limits when it comes to knitting tweedy yarns. How much misery do I really want to inflict on my feet?
I shifted to the next best thing to do in the round, on a size 3 needle: wrist warmers.
I am so late to the wrist warmer phenomenon that it feels positively RETRO to be making them. Everybody else has a drawerful of wrist warmers, fingerless gloves, convertible flap/mitten/semi-fingered hand coverings. Hell, some people are so sick of fingerless gloves that they’re knitting fingers on them. When I Googled “wrist warmers,” guess who came up first:
Bonne Marie and her classic, often-imitated but never surpassed recipe for Voodoo Wrist Warmers, which appeared in the second issue of Knitty. That was in 2002, people. The thing was distributed on, like, a floppy disk or something. I’m amazed my computer can even access something from 2002.
A tube with a buttonhole for the thumb. It doesn’t get more elemental than that. And my wrist? So very warmed. It’s like voodoo or something. Thank you, Bonne Marie, for satisfying my tube-knitting jones.