See My Sock!

I have to confess, my cooking has been rushed and unimpressive for the last few days. I feel like the creative cooking portion of my brain is hibernating. I was able to rescue a miso soup that went horribly wrong last night. I grabbed what I thought was celery out of the freezer and tossed it in the pot with some onions. It turned out it was basil, so the miso soup I planned to make became a tomato soup instead. It came out fine but I really hadn't planned on serving tomato soup with sloppy joe. Its just too much red in one meal.

Over the weekend, I made Fig Not Ins from Vegan with a Vengeance. They were very good. I don't know what it is about figs. It seems lately no matter what recipe we try them in, we like it initially but grow weary of it very quickly. Its odd but the fig stash is beginning to dwindle so its becoming less of a problem.

I'm hoping to wake my brain back up today because I have a lot I want to accomplish in the food department. I want to make bread, muffins, granola so breakfasts and lunches don't continue to be the confused hell that have become in the last two days. I also need to set up more sprouts. Plus, I'm on a quest to find the missing thermos bottle lid that is preventing me from trying Melanie's yogurt recipe. Honestly, where could a thermos lid go?? If I can't find it myself, I'll offer a $1 to the child who finds it first. You'd be amazed at how quickly my sons can find things when there's a monetary value attached.

I've decided that my boxers for the boys project will be a summer project. My goal is to make each of my sons 8-10 pairs of boxers before school starts this fall. I'll begin saving material for this task right away. I think the paper bags that the bulk flour I buy comes in will work well for making the boxer pattern, although I'm not going to do any measuring until June. My sons grow too darn fast. For now, I'll just save the bag to use later.

Then there are the socks...


I'm really psyched about the way they're turning out. The color pattern is dictated by Tasha, she wants funky socks. I'm also working on a scarf with pockets for Leenie. She wants pockets so she'll never have to worry about losing her gloves again. That's pretty good logic for a 15 year old. Thankfully, I really love knitting. There's something so therapeutic about it.

I leave you with these thoughts...
Why Knitting Is Easier Than Raising a Teenager
1. Knitting never talks back.
2. Knitting always shows progress.
3. In knitting, when you screw up you get to go back and fix your errors.
4. When your knitting pisses you off, you can put it in a bag and walk away - it won't follow you and continue to badger you.
5. Your knitting will never tell you your music is awful and beg you to change the station.