First of all, I am going to flat-out brag about the fact that I have a brisket in the oven, at 9:30 in the morning. I can’t really remember the last time I did something like this. “Cooking” “supper.” I have been melting, and reconstituting, and microwaving all summer. At some point, slicing a tomato ceases to count as cooking when there’s no entree to go with it.
The love of a new cookbook can really help. I am 100% inspired by Screen Doors and Sweet Tea: Recipes and Tales of a Southern Cook, the cookbook I picked up this summer when its author, Martha Hall Foose, gave a talk–the mother of all talks, really–on pie crust. Her brisket is called “Midnight Brisket,” and she says you have to plan for it: count back 36 hours from the time you want to serve your brisket. I’ll let you know how it goes, twelve hours from now when it has finally completed six hours in the oven at 200 degrees, five hours in the fridge, then reheating and saucymaking.
What if it really sucks?
Fall Begins in August
I know that most of you are still out there with your pool floaties and your SPF 100 and your summertime reveries, but for me, summer ENDS on August 17, when school starts. I’m done with summer; I’m moving on. Labor Day is just some blip on the calendar.
With the arrival of fall, knitting starts to look like a great idea. As does watching a TV series from Episode 1 through the end of Season 6. My son David discovered that Lost is available on Netflix, instant viewing if you watch it via the Internet. I never got into Lost, but when David started chain-smoking it this summer, he dogged me until I caved and watched the first episode. Hooked!
We replaced our old TV (so ancient that it might as well have been housed in a Mediterranean-style cabinet). (OK, not THAT old, but it could not handle the tidal wave of cable that was pouring out of our wall.) It turns out that you can instant-watch Netflix things via our new TV. I don’t know. It takes a 14 year old to explain it all to me, and I hate that! The confluence of it all is starting to get to me. I think I paid a gas bill on my TV. WhatEVER.
So I start lining up episodes of Lost, and I start chain-knitting.
After finishing the Medano Beach Bag, I had leftover Hemp for Knitting, so I thriftily (ha) started one of my favorite patterns from our second book, Ann Hahn Buechner’s Monteagle Bag.
Four cones of Peaches n Creme is the apparent capacity of one Monteagle Bag.
I forgot how trippy these stitches are.
I ended up using some Euroflax for the top of this one, and I like the thinness of it. Hemp for Knitting is just a little chunkier.
It’s only a night or two of knitting to finish one, at which point you get this delicious moment where you stretch out all the wrapped stitches and see how it looks. After making two of these bags, I have the pattern in my head, and that is really surprising, considering how kooky the stitches appear to be. Again, nothing’s too hard once you dive in.
Postcard from a Revolution
OK, this is really funny. I get back to town, and there’s a postcard.
Liza of Cambridge, MA (hi Liza, you obviously responsible citizen!) wanted to let me know that she was soon going to send the Singing Revolution DVD along to the next recipient. It sounds like Liza is having a great summer at Watch Hill and such, and I’m glad to hear that the DVD has successfully reached its 22nd stop on its journey to 104 different knitters.
A few stats for you: the Singing Revolution DVD left Nashville September 19 last year, so it’s making a stop every two weeks or so, which means that it’s going to take a total of about four years for the DVD to make its rounds. 2013! I encourage you all to stop, drop, and watch ASAP when the DVD arrives at your house–because it’s not at all clear to me that people’s addresses are going to stay the same for that long! Or that DVD players are even going to exist by then! Hurry, y’all! We’re being chased by technology!