Not much knitting over a hectic summer. Mostly dealing with many WsIP, UFOs, and small things between gardening, business trips, work, family obligations. A (rare) peaceful half hour knitting a few rows is excellent stress therapy. I am making a bit of progress with the retro washcloths, i decided on the ballband pattern, and I am almost through #4. I will take better photog's once i have a couple more complete. They are pretty vibrant now, but the typical kitchen cotton will fade to the appropiate vintage shades. I'm not sure how many I will make before I lose interest. Also in the queue is a the last 20% on a pair of socks and the sleeves for a sweater that may be complete by the time the weather turns.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
This apple tree has been producing for around 30 years. A prairie hardy tree of Siberian lineage planted by my parents. A couple of hundred pounds of tiny sour green apples that ripen in early september. They don't even keep a single day once the apples are off the tree. The deer eat their share, buckets are raked up daily for the compost pile, wasps eat a few, squirrels eat a few. I takes two hours to peel and core a kettle for sauce, almost as long for a couple of pies. The cut fruit oxidizes instantly to bright amber. Stains fingers dark for days.
Hot, crisp potato pancakes from autumn dug russets topped with fresh green apple sauce, cold sour cream, and fresh cracked pepper, flakes of Maldon sea salt. perfect.