For now, let's talk Tam:
I found this hat on Ravelry when I was looking for something simple and cozy to knit up for Fall. It's a great pattern. Easy enough to follow while distracted by bad rom-coms, but interesting enough that you won't fall asleep with your needles up your nose. It knit up super fast, which is generally what I aim for these days (I'm lazy). I grabbed some stash Malabrigo and a self striping yarn of similar weight and pulled out my size 7 circulars. Next thing you know, I have a brand new Tam that could carry all my dreadlocks, if I had any (which I NEVER ever would. ever.). It does have the perfect amount of slouch, though. Not too many and not too few...slouches.
I'm not sure what my next project will be, I have a terribly long queue. I'm also in the middle of something else that I can't bring myself to work on. I just want it finished. Now. OR next year.
But here's what else happened: I got excited about canning again! Weee! I popped the lid off my jar of inhibitions, and now I'm an ever-flowing river of jam-y goodness. I've completed 2 recipes in the last couple weeks. Here they are:
Uh-huh. You read that right. Did it make you go "Mmmmm!" It should have, because that's what it is. It's just so Mmmmmm.
It's tangy, and kinda lemon curd-y, but with the sweet comfort of rhubarb and a hint of fragrant rosemary. Not too overpowering on Miss Rosemary's end, just a delightful aftertaste.
Here's another reason to make it. It takes mere minutes. Almost no commitment necessary.
I've been following the Food in Jars blog for a few years now and every time a new post goes up, my eyes widen with want and longing. I feel the saliva increase between my molars and I begin to imagine those jars of delectables awaiting me in my basement, floor to ceiling. But because of general slothfulness and a tiny fear of failure, I've never made any of the recipes until now. And I'm hooked. There's no turning back now! Giddy-up!
Here's another winner:
I wanted to capture summer in a jar, and aside from berries, what better represents the sunny season than plump, juicy peaches? Cracking open a jar of this goodness in the middle of winter and breathing it all in will make everything worth it. Worth what, you ask? Oh, just a trip out here:
This is Sauvie Island, just outside of Portland. Isn't it beautiful? We caught it at just the right moment, with the grey clouds moving in over the sun-soaked fields. We picked our peaches from trees, snacked on berries and got out before the rain rolled in.
When I got home with my bounty I started to cook down the stone fruit over the stove. My favorite part about this recipe is that once you have your peach/apricot puree ready to go, you just toss it all in the crockpot and let it do it's thing. No need to stand around waiting to watch paint dry. I just put on a timer and went to bed. 10 hours later I had butter. A delicious, thick, fragrant concentration of summer. Spread it on a biscuit with a huge tab of butter. You might have heart failure (in a good way).
Okay, so I've decided to cut this post in half. I could see your eyes glazing over like I was about to bore you to tears. I'd like to save some of that for next time. You're welcome.
Gonna leave you with this sunny cuteness:
Jenny O--Well Ok Honey