I feel like the guy in the New York Lotto commercials. The winner of a minty fresh copy of Michelle Edwards’ new book, The Knitter’s Home Companion…. IS…….Zoe, who left the following recipe suggestion:
I am a big fan of Soulemama’s broccoli soup. It makes a ton so it is good for quick dinners or lunches all week. I like to put some grated Parmesan on top, my husband likes cheddar (and yet we continue to live in harmony!).
There is a lot of chopping, but then it just cooks all on its own. I calculate 4 pointsplusTM (not including your cheese of choice).
It is even better if you make some Artisan bread in 5 minutes a day to go with it.
Zoe, your book is on the way. Everyone else, thanks for sharing your fave recipes. There is enough creative crock-potting in there to keep us all busy for a good long time.
Meanwhile Back At The Scarf Factory
I’m proud/not proud to report that I’ve made 4 1/2 Gaptastic Cowls, in the handy scarf-size version. Mostly proud. Although I generally don’t knit to order, I do love to please the young-uns. After they get to a certain age, opportunities to do so with knitting are rare, the young-uns being mysterious and picky in their tastes. So, when there was a universally envious eighth-grade reaction to Carrie’s Gaptastic, I cast on a few more for chums.
First, though, I had to make a second one for Carrie due to…
[SENSITIVE PERSONS: avert your eyes; everybody else, throw salt over left shoulder, followed by keening and/or ululating and/or symbolically throwing yourself into a washing machine]
…the tragic accidental felting of the first.
I know, this one looks the same as the first. But it’s not.
See? Soft, drapey new one on the left. Boardy, felty old one on the right. (There are coasters in my future. Can always use more coasters.)
Moving on. Here’s another one, modeled by its recipient, Danielle, who has been this stylish since at least age 5, when I first laid eyes on her. Malabrigo again, in a colorway of browns with pale pink. “Bosquet” something.
(Ignore–if you can– the cuteness in the background; it shall be discussed in an upcoming post.)
Here’s the fourth, which has yet to make it to its recipient for a photo shoot. Again in Malabrigo, but superwash this time. Chosen because the recipient requested purple, it’s a dark and dusty plum with a denimy slate blue breaking through. I love the color, but making this scarf reinforced my distaste for the feel of superwash. It feels like it has a coating on it. It has a wrongness to it, especially when applied to a kettle-dyed yarn. (I realize it’s kind of funny that I should be so critical of a process that could have saved Gaptastic the First from its untimely passage to the recycled craft supplies pile. But that’s how I feel.)
The half scarf is, I believe, in Nashville. I guess if you leave a half-finished Madeline Tosh scarf on the needles at a knitter’s abode, it’s foolish to think you’ll see it again. It’s a great colorway for you (being a brownish, purplish, no-name color–Rowan would call it “contusion”). It didn’t have anybody else’s name on it. I barely remember it. Enjoy!
Happy Tuesday everyone!