I'm a Fairy Spinmother!

Recently, I read a post on Ravelry, from someone who wanted to learn to spin and I just happened to know that a spinning meet-up was going to be in her area the following weekend. I was planning on attending and invited her to come. In the meantime, she called to RSVP and discovered that the hostess also gave lessons. By the time of the gathering, the young lady had already taken a lesson and secured a loaner wheel. When we all departed after the spin-in, she’d spun two bobbins of singles, plied them and had a full skein of her first yarn ready to wash, whack, and knit. I was so proud!!! This is the anniversary of my first year spinning and I couldn’t have gotten a nicer gift!

Snowmageddon 2010

Just a few weeks ago, this is how my town looked...

It Wasn't Me!

I can't believe that it's been so long since my last post. All I can say is that it's the computer's fault. My friendly old Mac finally started to show it's age. It gradually ran slower and slower and slower until I was threatened to fix it with my trusty hammer. Mr. Fixitall bought it some new memory--wish I could get some of that--and a new operating system. Things are still a little fishy, but I'm able to use the computer now.

My apologies to both of my readers.

New Baby

This week we celebrated a milestone--our first grandchild was born on Wednesday afternoon. Her name is Lillian and the new family seems to be doing well. I'm not sure I'm ready to think of myself as a grandmother, but I promise to work on it.

Here's a shot of Mom and Dad with their little girl.

A Cold, Blustery Start

The new year has gotten off to a cold, cold start here on the Shore. For others, like our SD friends, temperatures in the low twenties and teens are no big deal but we just aren't used to them. Worse still is the roaring wind. For two days our old house has been shaking, rattling, and not quite so cozy as it usually is. Thank goodness for our little woodstove. It's been running nonstop for days and making life much more bearable. Paul has even been getting up in the middle of the night to stir the coals and to feed the fire.

I'm also thankful for my dear MIL's holiday leftovers. (That's her in the photo, minus the leftovers.) She knows how much I love a good pot of soup and she makes sure I get either the turkey carcass or the hambone to take home with me after a nice family dinner at her house. This year, I got both. Yaaaay!! So, when I hear it's going to snow, rain, or get cold like it is now, I pull my treasure out of the freezer and set to work. I have a few secrets, that I'm happy to share. First, I always use the chicken or beef stock that comes in a box. It's lower in sodium than most of the canned broth and it's better seasoned. (If you make your own stock, disregard this advice--you've already got the best.) Then, I use a dutch oven--mine is an old Le Creuset--and I cook the soup in the oven, not on the stovetop. I saute the aromatics on the burner, adding a little flour at the end. After that, I throw in a container of stock and the meat. Into the oven it goes at about 325 degrees and I leave it for 90 minutes or so. After that, I add veggies, a little more water, and, at the very end, potatoes, rice or noodles and return it to the oven for 20-30 minutes more, just enough to cook the vegetables but not make them soggy.

Often when I make soup or stew, I make hot biscuits or a loaf of bread (from the breadmaker, of course) but last week I discovered a neat trick. We happened to go into a bakery one afternoon and I bought a loaf of day old bread. I usually freshen stale bread in the microwave but this time, I cut it into wide slices and put two in each soup bowl, pouring the hot liquid over top to serve. It was awesome! (So was the potato and leek soup, by the way.)

I'm sure my methods are far from revolutionary and probably common knowledge to better cooks than I, but I learned this all from reading Cook's Illustrated magazine and from watching their show, "America's Test Kitchens" and it's what works best for me.

A Christmas Album

Snow fell early this year. We in the Mid-Atlantic area--and northward--enjoyed a white Christmas.





























Trish and Julie enjoy Bergen's delicious homemade truffles (with chili pepper!) and peppermint fudge. When did she get time to make it all?










Grandmother shows off new frames for photos of the new babies.



























Jack, in his formal best, keeps guard, watching out the window.







Another of Cora and her dad.

Christmas 2009

For the last few years, Christmas has been a rough time for me. The death of my mother in 2000 and of my father a year later, cast a pall on the holidays and reminders that I should feel "merry and bright" only served to intensify my sadness. As others looked forward to the lights, decorations, and Christmas carols, I felt only dread. I looked forward only to December 26, for the slow return of normalcy.

This year that veil of sorrow has finally begun to lift.

Our family is growing again as my children and their cousins are starting to marry and to have families of their own. The first to arrive was Cora, born to my oldest nephew and his wife. I've rediscovered that sharing Christmas morning with a toddler can soften the darkest spirit. Like all little ones her age, Cora's temperament is mercurial. One moment she is playful and happy. Within seconds the winds will change and her cries will break your heart. Watching her, despite these ups and downs, has been remedial. She reminds me of the same magic moments shared with my own toddlers and of how quickly they pass.

We are also looking forward to the birth of my son's first child, a little girl who was "due" on December 25th. Understandingly, we were somewhat apprehensive about her coming during the holidays but those feelings reached critical mass when an early snowstorm pounded our area before Christmas and brought the MD-DC-VA area to a standstill. Fortunately, our prayers that she would choose a later date to arrive have been answered favorably.

And so it is that the coming of one child and the anticipation of another has served to ease my seasonal unhappiness. I will never stop missing my parents, but the time has come at last, I think, to put the grief away, to stop and enjoy the Christmas lights.