February 4, 2011
Ahhhhh, Texas in the wintertime!
You know, they tell me it’s not the norm here, but for the past two years, we have been hit with some serious winter weather in February.
Now, there are some who would scoff at my excitement to see a few inches of this beautiful white stuff. You know the people I’m talking about – the ones who reside in areas in which they daily shovel their sidewalks before walking to work (up-hill, both ways…in short sleeves), who join “Polar Bear” clubs, and who eat snow cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. These people probably smirk at the way the whole of Dallas shuts down from a few days of ice and snow, and react to yet another day of snow the same way I react to yet another day of rain.
But, oh, the magic of snow still exists for me! Whether it’s getting outside and making snowmen and snow angels, staying inside and succumbing to my sudden urge to bake, or enjoying the view from my cozy living room, curled up with some knitting or a good book, I love a snow day.
If the idea of snow cream for, well, at least one meal out of the day sounds good, and you’ve never tried it before, here’s a quick recipe to get you started.
What you’ll need:
Snow – Place a bowl outside to catch some while it’s still coming down. [Toss out the snow and start over again if it has “yellowed” ;)]
Milk or Cream
Once your bowl has filled with snow, bring it inside and add just a little milk or cream. Too much will make the snow too slushy, and remember, you can always add more. Add a teaspoon or two of vanilla, and sugar to taste. Voila! If you don’t eat it all the first time around, snow cream can store pretty well in the freezer for the rest of the day.
Have you tried snow cream before? Do you just love it, or is it something you could totally live without? Leave me a comment below and tell me about it!
February 1, 2011
At the end of the most recent exhausting work week, I sat myself down on the couch to revel in a little r&r. A few moments later, my hubby sat down on the couch opposite me, called the dogs over to him, and began plotting with them.
“Babies,” he said in hushed tones, “I think it’s time we stage an intervention.”
“Who do you want to intervene with?” I asked, interrupting their discourse, and mentioning that he might possibly be referring to an acquaintance who may have begun turning up the bottle a little too often.
“I’m talking about you,” he said.
I put down my knitting and looked up. Whatever could he be talking about?
“At work on break, you’re knitting. When we’re watching tv in the evenings, you’re knitting. On the weekends, you’re knitting. Every time I look at you, you’re knitting.”
I chuckled to myself. He’s right, you know. I can not deny it. I love to knit.
While they say that knitting is a gateway craft, I only came to it back in August. I had always wanted to learn to knit, and I had learned to crochet back when I was little. A friend of mine, a non-knitter, purchased the book, “Pretty in Punk,” by Alyce Benevides and Jaqueline Milles, last fall when she became enamored by the hat on the front cover – a double-sided Union Jack with ear flaps, complete with a red, white and blue mohawk. After making the purchase, and realizing she could not knit, and had no intention of learning how, she gifted the book to me, knowing the crafty gal that I am and hoping it may some day be of use.
The rest, as they say, is history.
With the help of some wonderful online videos (many thanks to Amy Finlay at knittinghelp.com), I have become another one of the thousands of self-taught knitters. My iPhone has become cluttered with all manner of knitting podcasts (current personal favorites include Cast On, iMake, and Electric Sheep). I am a new Ravelry member (stop by and see me, TreaclAndInk). My knitting que is growing longer by the minute. And in an attempt to put my new obsession to good use, I recently joined my church’s charity knitting group, Threads of Grace.
Where will this new obsession lead? Who knows?
The possibilities are endless!