As promised, I’m updating you on the Sister-in-Law Afghan.
It occurs to me that I’ve never made you an afghan … I’ve made one for each of your kids, but I haven’t ever made you one. I did make you a gripload of chunky scarves back when I first learned to crochet, though. I bet if I sewed those all together they’d make a really cozy blanket. Continue reading “Sister-in-law afghan: II”
The other night you called me to ask what you should make for a dessert, and I told you about the best brownies, like ever.
Quick question before I proceed — am I falling back on the fancy salt too much these days? The thing is, it seems like all you have to do to make a good recipe great is add a pinch of fancy salt at the end. Salted chocolate chip cookies, salted brown butter rice krispie treats, salted apple pie … seriously. It’s the easiest thing to do. But maybe it’s time to “discover” a new secret ingredient. Ok, on to the brownies. Continue reading “The best brownies, like ever”
Until this winter’s CSA vegetable adventures, I’m not sure I’d ever eaten any radish but the usual red salad ones (or butter radishes) you find at any better-left-alone salad bar, and I’m pretty sure most of those were probably not eaten willingly. Do you ever remember mom bringing a radish into the house? I don’t.
This winter, though, we’ve had week after week of radishes of all shapes, sizes, and colors appearing in our CSA box. At first, I was pretty darn stumped as to what to do with them. But they were certainly not going to waste, so I scoured Pinterest and NYT Cooking for some ideas and guess what I found? Radishes are delicious! Continue reading “Radishes. Yes, radishes.”
So I’m knitting a blanket for my boyfriend’s soon-to-be sister in law. Is that terribly ambitious? I wouldn’t do something so … involved … if it weren’t for the fact that they are getting married in March. I hate March. So very much. Knitting this blanket gives me an excuse to sit inside and watch Netflix and by grumpy instead of interacting with other humans.
I am a terrible person in March — have you noticed that? I blame it on the weather where we grew up. In Northern California, the winters are cold and damp, but they’re over by the end of February. The way I describe it is: If you have to wear tights with your Easter dress, the weather has failed you. Here on the East Coast, we’re lucky if it’s not snowing on Easter. In March it seems like winter is dragging on and on and on, ad infinitum. January and February are cozy — the weather’s finally wintry and we can all enjoy fireplaces and snow and hot chocolate and stuff. But then right when you’re ready for winter to be over, March rolls around. I hate March.