I’ve been off two days so although it’s Tuesday night, it’s sort of my Sunday night. However, I’m not nearly so downcast as on a normal Sunday, because tomorrow is hump day and next Monday is President’s Day. The following Friday I’m off (although I have a dr’s appt) and the following Monday I’m off (and going to IKEA for a desk!).
It is, however, raining steadily out there. I decided to take the chicken stock from yesterday and make a risotto with pancetta tonight. It’s funny; the first picture, before any stock was added, is really the prettiest. But it was delicious, and it’s coming with me for lunch tomorrow.
I also like my tiny purple (properly, cassis) cast-iron French oven. It’s perfect for this and I think it would be perfect for mac and cheese, small portions of soup, etc.
This looks so pretty.
Adding about four cups of chicken stock a cup at a time. Stir, stir, stir, stir.
Et voilà, about thirty minutes later. Sat down with a glass of chardonnay and a plate of this and was a happy camper. I guess I’ll have to do without the wine at lunch tomorrow, alas. But it will still be something tasty and cheery in the middle of the day!
I was also proud of myself because I used the remains of Sunday’s roasted chicken and the leftover, unused aromatics that went with it to make chicken stock yesterday, and then used the chicken stock to make the risotto today. It was actually efficient and economical and non-wasting. Don’t know how often I can hit that trifecta, but it was nice.
Earlier today I had several small fillings all over my mouth, and to my immense relief this dentist still uses nitrous. I was fine. I then floated down the street to a LYS and bought myself my first-ever Malabrigo, in a lovely shade of variegated blue. I have three more balls of yarn to get through on the baby blanket and then I’m going to do something for myself. I had just barely started a lace scarf for myself when I turned all my attention to the blanket. I’m also “supposed” to be working on a cardigan for myself, but I’m not feeling the love there. There’s a lot of “left/right” instructions and I have a left/right block. Also, gauge scares me. I’m very loose and normally go down at least two needle sizes, and I seem to have gotten stitch gauge doing that on my swatch (as much as I can tell in midnight-blue-purple yarn with my eyes that have muscle problems and have a hard time counting stitches), but row gauge is also rearing its ugly head.
I guess I should just jump in. The worst that can happen is I frog it. But first, the blanket needs to get done. I’m afraid if I put it aside it will stay there, and that’s no good.
Off for a bath and bed. I’m reading The Bolter, which is both fascinating from the early 20th century British upper middle class/gentry standpoint, and depressing because of everyone’s inability to be faithful to their spouses. I’m afraid in this way I’m terribly middle-class late 20th century American. I’m not Puritanical but I don’t really see what the point is of marrying if you never intend to even try to be faithful. I understand marriages of convenience, but these marriages all seemed to start out, at least, full of love and passion, not business deals. Makes my heart twist.