Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Yesterday, was one of the best thanksgiving I have ever had. Everywhere I went I was hail lady well met. I had all the usual thanksgiving fare and then some. I am sure I will have to do some sort of penance for that. I think the winner for best food was Semperfiona's pecan pie. I am a cake girl, not liking the crust on pie, but SF did some special juju to her crust on her pecan pie that made it beyond edible. After my piece of pie I wanted to go back and wolf down the rest of the pie with no regard to anyone else in the room. It took restraint and control to keep my extra large tush planted in my chair. The crust was just so perfect. Crunchy and light with out being too doughy or tough. She said something about vodka in the recipe. To that I say da Semperfiona, da.
Anyway, for those who are stickler's about there Alice. I am aware the dormouse never said feed your head, that would be pure Jefferson Airplane. But I can think that if the dormouse had lived through the 1960s he very well might have said something like that.
So I felted the extremely large bag I have been working on. Actually, what I should say is Tammy felted it for me last night. It is still being blocked at Rivendale. It is actually wider than I wanted it to be after it was felted, but I had suspected this was going to be the case. Anyway, I looks pretty good for my first felted project. We shall see how it turns out once I put the finishing touches on it. Look for photos of the finished product.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Okay, first I have to admit that I am one of those people who don't like to think about let alone look at feet. Even pretty and pedicured feet kind of give me the queasies. So the fact that I am prominently displaying my foot in a sock should be a clue that I am damned proud of myself for knitting a sock (notice it has no mate at this point).
After I completed the sock I tromped around my front room in one sock shouting, "SOCK!" as if I were a cavewoman who had just invented fire. Not that I invent knitted socks and that people have been knitting them for millennium. Forget also that the sock is slightly too big and the heel feels a little weird, I novice knitter, made a sock. Yes, I am flush with the victory of it. Granted I have two feet and I have to replicate my efforts for a second sock. Still, I get knitter cred for having knit a sock. Okay so for you non-knitters this seems like a ridiculous post, to them I say, "SOCK!"
On other news I must admit that I have changed my route to work, I no longer drive by Chicken and Waffles. It had become just too tempting. I knew one day I would stop and have to go in and who knows what would happen next. I would become addicted to the place and then I would force all my friends to traipse up to the northside to experience the enigma of Chicken and Waffles. So count your blessings.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
So, yesterday when I was either myself or someone else, I meet some old friends for dinner at a north county establishment called Ponticello's. The food and the atmosphere was American/Italian like so many places I am familiar with on the south side of St. Louis. Even the pizza I ordered was what I have called for years, south side Hoosier style, but here I sat as far north from the arch as you can get and still be considered in St. Louis eating the world's flattest pizza. The paradigm of my life is shifting and as a friend suggested I should be looking for a pair of quarters instead.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Anyway, back to the chicken and waffles. Why? Again that question. Do the waffles come with chicken on them? Do you cover everything with syrup? It is an enigma. A part of me wants to stop sometime and just end the suspense. But Chicken and Waffles is on the worst part of my route to work and the building looks like a derelict building with several of the windows boarded up. If it weren't for the Neon sign that says "OPE..." along with the steady stream of patrons I would think it was a vacant location. I am also afraid I will walk in and be the only white person there and that does give me a moment of pause. My friend Kim, says, "Lets go!" with the enthusiasm of a person who hasn't seen the location.
The crazy thing is I love chicken and I love waffles. I am thinking I just might break down and just end the mystery, but then what would I think about on the way to and from work.