Two New Things

I’ve started off the new year with two new things:

the Old Norwegian Cast-On

I’ve been knitting off and on since I was a little kid (so 30+ years), and I’ve only just discovered that there are other ways to cast on.

!!!! Well, I be danged.

The way I’ve done it my whole life is simple and called the Continental Cast On or the Longtail, but Ann Budd in her Knitting Socks book says she prefers the Old Norwegian Cast-On, even though it’s bit like finger gymnastics.

I liked that sound of that. Finger gymnastics. I was intrigued. I like a challenge – especially those that require adept fingers, and this technique promised to be worthwhile if it was a favorite of a sock expert.

So, I spent a half hour puzzling over the diagrams in her book while the baby tore my bedroom apart.

Verdict: I’m converted. There is really only the smallest divergence from the Continental style, but the result is more solid (two lines of wool instead of just one), and the last cast-on stitch is more stable. It’s a keeper. Click here for written and visual directions if you want to try it. Or just ask me to show you sometime.

The Malnove Salad

Served this twice in the last three days and everybody in the family is hooked, including the teenager and the toddler.

It’s a cut-open-and-serve kind of salad.

In a salad bowl, toss salad greens, chopped steamed beets (already cooked from Trader Joe’s), French lentils (also already cooked from Trader Joe’s), and Brianna’s Ginger and Mandarin dressing. Proportions: I like using half a bag of greens, one entire package of beets, and 1/3 a package of lentils. Those lentils are great served plain for a snack too. Once my CSA basket kicks in for the new year, I won’t be buying bagged lettuce anymore, but for now…

P.S. There are SIX ways of casting on stitches for a knitting project, pictured and explained here at knittinghelp.com. Includes video tutorials of each!

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Baby Leg Warmers

When you’re rushing your baby to the potty, the less clothes in the way, the better. The Chinese apparently use split crotch pants, which sound cool, but I haven’t seen any yet.

What we do use, all winter long, are baby leg warmers, in lieu of pants. They keep Christian warm and give me fast access to his diaper around the house. I have one pair from Baby Legs that a friend gave me and several pair that I made from old knee high socks of mine (basically cut off the foot and serge a wide hem).

Now I want to knit a pair, like my friend has just done for her baby Oliver’s first birthday. She slightly modified a pattern she found online to accommodate Oliver’s chunky thighs and she used a lovely Japanese yarn that is a silk, wool, cotton blend.

That's one cute baby! He's been going on the potty regularly pretty much since he was born - although he does wear diapers (cloth) most of the time.

Here’s her pattern for baby leg warmers:

DK weight yarn
size 3 dpn needles
CO 36, join in the round
3-1 rib about 1.5-2″
change to size 4 dpn
K~30 rows
knit into the front and back of stitches 1, 12, 24 (basically at the beginning of each needle if evenly spaced)
you should have 39 stitches now
k 1 row
kfb again at beginning of each needle (#1, 14, 27)
this makes it bigger for chunky baby thighs 🙂
you should have 42 stitches now
knit about 25 more rows
change back to size 3 needles
then 2-2 rib about 15 more rows or at least until 10″ long (the ribbing isn’t perfect, one section will be 4, but you don’t notice it)
cast off loosely! probably will need larger needle to CO

P.S. The original leg warmer pattern is the Rock the Casbah Baby Leg Warmer from a blog called the Funky Hooker (by which I presume she is referring to adroit crochet hooking??)

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My kiddo

I’m torn.

It’s hard to pick what to post about first in the new year. I reread my last post (holiday photoshoot) and felt that I sounded irritated and crabby and I don’t want to start 2010 with that tone.

I’d like to write a bit about Bella, I think, because as my mother-in-law gently reminded me recently, Bella is a good kid – one who already is pretty hard on herself – and while I am navigating the tempestuous emotions of her teen years, I sometimes lose sight of that. I want to direct some energy into remembering all the things I love about my girl and how much closer we’ve grown just recently.

My sweetie girl at sixteen.

Being  mother to a teenage girl is hard, and part of that difficulty, is that while Bella stretches and reaches towards adulthood, her feet are kicking me and her childhood away. And it feels like sometimes, dirt and pebbles are raining down into my face. Yeah, it hurts that much – it’s that uncomfortable – and it’s why you can (surely) hear my screeching two apartments over.

And while we squabble often and loudly – I have noticed a few things that make me wonder if we’re nearing some kind of adulthood maturity, or at least past some of the rougher teenage rebellion hurtles.

For one, her palate is changing. Suddenly she loves my chicken salad (home roasted chicken, organic greens, diced apple, raisins, pecans, shredded carrots, cucumber – what’s not to like?) and homemade whole wheat bread. She has even strutted in to tell me proudly that she reduced the amount of sugar the banana bread recipe (from Starbuck’s, granted) called for. This from a girl who has always bemoaned my reduced sugar and whole wheat treats as “brown bread.” Even my chocolate chip cookies, she would dismiss as “brown bread.” She’s the  kid who rejected whole wheat so vehemently that I bought her white bread and bologna for her school sandwiches! Yet, she made brownies from the box this week and told me later that she’d added applesauce instead of oil.

!!

I raised an eyebrow and asked if that was a suggestion on the box. She shrugged and said, “No, but my dad’s always telling me I can do that.”

I know part of the food thing is a growing awareness of wanting to stay slim (she is), but I like to think that it’s a growing awareness of health too. She’s requested that I bake bread regularly.

Taken in Yucca Valley over Thanksgiving.

And past her palate, Bella just wants more hugs and kisses now. And laughed the other day when Christian ran over to try and pry Bella’s arms off HIS mama. I said, “Hey, Bella’s my baby too”  and chuckled to see the understanding bloom on his little face. He grinned and tried to climb into my lap too. Bella is finally warming up to her little bro too.

She even deigned to say that she had a great Christmas – and all we did was stay home and cook together as a family. She even came up to me the next day and THANKED me for helping her get such great gifts (my sibs and parents sent Christmas money and asked me to do some shopping for them).

I love my girl. It was fun bumping into her a million times in my little kitchen on Christmas Day.

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Holiday Photo Shoot

My efforts to produce a New Year’s card for 2010 have been plagued with the kind of small obstacles that multiply and appear in front of rushed harried persons around the holidays. To wit, I picked up our first set of New Year’s cards from Costco and didn’t discover until I’d got home that not only was Bella’s name spelled incorrectly (“Becca”), but also that I’d picked up somebody’s else’s cards as well as my own.

After an apologetic rendezvous with a (very understanding) stranger, I put the cards off until after Christmas. In any case, Costco would make me re-upload the photo, so we thought we might make lemonade out of the situation and  try and come up with a better photo (since the original photo was taken on Halloween and Christian is dressed as a clown…) Bella agreed to a holiday photoshoot with her little brother on the beach. This was unprecedented cooperation. We headed down to the beach, north of Main Beach in Laguna, in the late afternoon.

Whoa. Beautiful setting! It was low, very low tide, and the light  was just gorgeous.

We took many many photos (but then spent that many hours arguing over which photo to use). You’ll get to see the one we finally chose when it arrives in the post – yes! We’re sending cards the old-fashioned way this year.

Other families had the same idea: groups of people dressed identically, holding hands, and running down the beach, abounded.

This is one Bella liked, but I didn't like the way Christian was gazing heavenward.

This one was my favorite - but Bella says she looks "funny."

Understandably, Christian had little patience for the whole affair - what did he care about the great lighting?

He was really, really done with the whole thing.

We were able to salvage the situation with different family configurations...

Christian's favorite perch.

We live in a beautiful place. Come visit! Check our clothes – these pictures were taken a couple days before Christmas and Chad’s in short sleeves. I was wishing that I’d thought to wear my bathing suit – that’s how lovely the weather was that day.

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Candy Cane Lane

Yes, it’s true, Americans like to go over the top.

Christian’s been loving the lights this holiday season, so we made a point of visiting Candy Cane Lane (actually, El Corzo Lane in Rancho Santa Margarita) on Christmas Eve. Bella came, but only under duress, and then when we got there, insisted on staying in the car. Oh well – the little dude was impressed anyway. (Since then, Bella’s made up for her typical truculent behavior with lots of thoughtful help in the kitchen and with Christian.)

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Christmas Morning

Christian was pleased to make the acquaintance of a new dolly friend, Sterling, who was asleep in bed next to him when he woke. He was happy with his wooden tree blocks as well. (And his Christmas sweater was a gift from his sister, Bella.)

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Hyperventilating

Seraphine in her bed ready for trip to Bangkok.

It is not seemly, I’m sure, to boast about one’s own projects, but I am hyperventilating over the cuteness of my latest completed craft project: a pocket doll in her own leaf bed.

She was a Waldorf in the Woods craft project a few weeks back, and I just finished her today because she’s my Christmas gift to my niece, Nabi Grace, in Thailand.

I was loving how she was turning out, and then as I started to sew up her little felt cap, I realized I HAVE MY OWN PLANT-DYED FELT! And I ran to my stash and picked out the sweetest shade of nubby pink and cut my first bit of my own plant-dyed felt. The shade of pink of her cap, the green stem, her orange (now I know that colors from osage) wool roving hair peeping through, all combined to make a dear pocket girl.

She was born and looked right at me. I hope my niece likes her because it’s going to  be hard for me for me to let her go.

Her name is Séraphine. Just behind her is the rainbow snail I made for our first craft for this cycle.

Now I have to whip up another one for my own little dude man. He grabbed the doll and wanted me to take a picture, when I lifted the camera he said "CHEEETH" (see the tongue between his teeth?) In each hand he has one piece of dog food, because he's on his way to feed the miniature poodles Bella is pet sitting.

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Soup Season

Now that the temps have finally dipped, I’ve started making a couple soups every week. Yum. Especially with stock made from my bi-weekly chicken roasts (in a pinch I use the organic chicken stock from Costco).

I’m making Maya’s best fall soup, Kabocha Red Lentil Coconut Soup for dinner tonight with chicken salad, but just realized that I have no lentils in the house. No matter, I’ll saute a red onion, add the roasted flesh of one kabocha squash, some chicken stock, one roasted yam, 3 T grated ginger, one can of coconut milk, whizz it all up with my immersion blender when it’s all cooked, and call it done. [I ended up adding one bunch of chopped carrots too – both Christian and Bella loved this soup]

And last week I made an old favorite, dubbed Roger’s Orgasmic Créme by my old college roommate Chantelle (don’t think about that name too hard). It’s actually Cream of Leek, which doesn’t sound as yummy, and I got the recipe from a French Canadian friend, Roger, back in the day. I don’t make it often because of the cream, but for the occasion, I popped a lactaid, and enjoyed the soup.

Orgasmic Cream

3-6 leeks, very well washed

1 bunch celery

35% whipping cream (250 ml)

3 chicken oxo cubes (I used homemade chicken broth)

3 T butter

salt and pepper to taste

1. Clean leeks. This is very important, as a gritty mouth feel will ruin your soup. Cut down the center of each leek lengthwise, and wash thoroughly with cold water.

2. Chop the white part of the leeks. Compost the greens.

3. Clean and chop about 6 branches of celery.

4. Sauté leeks and celery in butter until soft, about 10 minutes.

5. Dissolve bouillon cubes in 3 cups of hot water, or use stock. Add to the leeks and celery. Cook for 30 minutes at low heat.

6. Whip it up until smooth.

7. Stir in the cream.

8. Serve hot or cold and prepare to have your tastebuds rocked!

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Bella's Stocking

When I have the chance moment that I’m feeding myself while the baby is asleep, I indulge in one of my bad habits: reading while eating. I prefer magazines – so I don’t have to focus too hard – specifically The New Yorker and Vogue, over one of half dozen books I’m in the middle of reading at any given time (another bad habit).

I am defensive about reading Vogue the way you hear men say, “I read it for the articles.” I enjoy an issue of Vogue from cover to cover: for the visuals, as a cultural newsfeed, and sometimes for the good articles.  More often than not, they are of an autobiographical essay nature, written by a well-heeled, well-traveled woman.

There was great one this December 2009 issue by Susie Boyt, which has inspired me to do a proper Christmas stocking for Bella this year. She writes:

“I was the youngest of a large family of slender means, our day-to-day existence modest and at times austere, but our Christmas selves inhibited a different realm entirely. My mother packed five stockings that, in fact, were pairs of tights. Lavish and unfailingly thoughtful, they contained a level of care designed to stun. They celebrated her five children, turning all our eccentricities into badges of honor. They were medicine and compensation for anything we might lack in life, rewards for our efforts, indulgence shown toward our childish whims. Things I remember: a blue notebook my mother painted with gardenias and the words SUSIE’S POEMS in a fond italic script; a pair of 1940’s silk-satin polka-dot pajamas with black piping at the collar and cuffs that bespoke of movie-star honeymoons; a drum of Gentleman’s Relish to make me feel Noel Coward-ish at the breakfast table; a bank of Chanel perfume testers my mother had salvaged from a local pharmacy’s closing-down sale.

The balance of the contents was so tender and acute. There was something cozy, something glamorous, something to expand your mind; something to make you see that a new and fledgling personal development you had barely noticed in yourself had been acknowledged and admired. It was an annual tribute to the best of myself, where I was considerably more promising that the facts of my life implied.”

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My Plant-Dying Experience

Plant-dyed wool roving... MINE, ALL OF IT!!

When my friend Devana rhapsodized about the process of plant-dying, I listened with interest, but with the certainty that plant-dying was never going to be one of my hobbies. For one, the process takes a good 18 hours from start to finish and requires an arsenal of tools – so to be frank, I wasn’t even that interested when she suggested a plant-dying workshop. I WAS interested in helping her for curiosity’s sake – and I could definitely appreciate all the lovely hues of her plant-dyed wool roving – but those, I figured, I could simply buy from her.

But when she invited Sierra and I to join her for some plant-dying, well, it seemed wrong to turn down such an opportunity. Now, big surprise, it turns out that I LOVE PLANT-DYING!

The hues that you can get from just onion peels are amazing and range from green and yellow to pink. I don’t think I’ll ever throw another onion skin away. Of course, Devana had much more than onion skins; we dyed with cochineal (yes, BUGS!), osage, indigo, sandal wood sawdust, and much more.

The process starts with a good deal of shopping. First you have to get your supplies in order – all in white. We ordered a range of silks from Dharma Trading Company (including several dozen cotton hankies for the heck of it – and for the silk, we used Habotai 8 mm squares), yards and yards of wool felt from JoAnn’s (cut into 12″x12″ squares), wool roving from Devana’s secret supplier, and even organic bamboo velour (from Celtic Cloths).

At the start of the day, everything was still wet - and we were cold, and maybe tad bit grumpy.

Then everything gets divided into one pound piles and boiled for an hour in a special mixture of alum and cream of tartar. This is called mordanting, and apparently opens the pores of the fibers so that it can receive the color. Check the picture: each pile on the tarp is one pound – each one was boiled in a large cauldron on a campstove for an hour. We had two campstoves with all four jets going for one day, and Devana still had to finish up the silks and cottons by herself on another day. We haven’t even begun using any color yet – no wonder Devana charges $3.50 for an ounce of plant-dyed wool roving.

In case you were wondering what we'd done with our five children - they were merrily amusing themselves in another part of the yard.

Yes, Christian was having himself a merry old time.

When every last fiber was well and mordanted, we sorted everything out evenly in neat piles, so that we would have a range of fibers (roving, felt, silk, and cotton) for each color. Devana warned us that as we saw the colors emerge from each pot that we would want every last shade, and that it was better to divvy out the color piles in advance. Boy, was she ever right. I wanted every color I saw that day.

Once the fibers were dyed, then they had to be rinsed (sometimes several times) until the water ran clear. Then we wrung them out and hung them to dry. I felt like a frontier prairie woman on washing day. You should have seen Devana’s hands the next day. I got to Devana’s at 8:30 am, and she’d already started some things boiling. I left at 2 pm, but Sierra and Devana didn’t stop until after 5pm – so Devana hadn’t been exaggerating about the length of the process, especially considering that we didn’t even finish dying all our piles.

Just onions, I might be able to handle in my own kitchen...Each pot had to boil until it was richly colored, and then the boiling hot color broth had to be strained before we could start dipping.

But Devana had so many dyes to choose from - it made it so much more fun.

We got a startling range of colors from red and yellow onion skins.

I loved the onion skin colors even more when they'd dried.

As the day went on, and warmed up, the kids wandered over to see what we were doing. What color will Christian turn?

We were disappointed by the tepid sand color we got from the 20+ pounds of coffee grounds I got from Starbucks, but Nalijah and Christian enjoyed the warmth of the coffee bath.

Some of the beautiful greens and blues we got that day (the greens started as yellows, and purples start as pinks...) Everything here came from the blue bath.

The divvying up frenzy the next day. And the best part? We didn't finish - so after the holidays we have to go back to Devana's and dye some MORE!

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