Baking Day

September 14, 2008

I did some baking today.  Zucchini muffins …

… and date bread.

Yum.  I got the recipe for this completely scrumptious bread from the (now sadly on what seems to be permanent hiatus) podcast “The Knitting Cook.”  I really need to get some cream cheese to have with this.  Perfection.  Faith warns her readers not to fill the pans too full, because they will spill over in the oven and make a big fat mess.  This is true.  Ask me how I know.

I’ve been trying on the weekends to do a bunch of cooking and baking in the preparation for the week.  It can be hard to get all psyched up to cook after a long day of investment banking.  And, much as it pains me to admit it, a beer is not dinner.  Not even if it’s a stout.

Since roughly the beginning of summer, I’ve also significantly changed my diet.  I used to be basically an omnivore and now I’m more of a ovo-lacto-pesco-vegetarian.  I decided to do this largely after reading a pamphlet about the relationship between eating meat and global warming.  It’s a small change that I’m making, and doesn’t contribute a whole lot on its own.  But don’t try telling a knitter that lots of people making a small change can’t make a big difference together.

Also informing my new diet is something I read in a book by the Dalai Lama about contentment with food.  Basically, he wrote that although Buddhist monks practice vegetarianism, mendicants must accept whatever is offered them, even if it’s meat.  In this way, they are practicing contentment with what they have.  I like this idea.  So if I’m at a party, I’ll eat meat if that’s what is offered.  Or, for example, if my dinner date says he really wants to get the sauteed chicken livers but won’t get them if he has to eat them by himself, I’ll be a good sport.  (But only this once with the chicken livers!)  I also read something about the Mediterranean diet, which described it as using meat sparingly for flavor.  That’s another idea I like, mostly because it justifies my refusal to give up bacon.

Got any ideas for easy, make-ahead veggie recipes?  Leave ’em in the comments.  Naturally, anything  incorporating bacon will be warmly received.

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Lunchtime Reading

September 9, 2008

“The number of people who create violence is very great, while the number of people who know how to breathe and create happiness is very small.  Every day gives us a wonderful opportunity to be happy ourselves and to become a place of refuge for others.

“We don’t need to become anything else.  We don’t need to perform some particular act.  We only need to be happy in the present moment, and we can be of service to those we love and to our whole society.”
Thich Nhat Hahn, The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching

Let’s Try This Again, Shall We?

September 6, 2008

I couldn’t stand it. That Koigu of Doom just was not meant to be anywhere near a human face. The colors reminded me of melancholy rainbow barf and it was bumming me out. So, I started another cowl, in Cider Moon Icicle. The color is called Pistachio.

Much better.


The Color of Disappointment

September 1, 2008

Last night, my friend Kristin and I were hanging out, eating her yummy veggie enchiladas and knitting lace.  We came to the conclusion that lace projects are not ideal for social knitting.

So this morning I decided to start a very mindless knitting project and I settled on the Gloria Cowl.  It’s a lovely pattern and a lot of the cool kids have already made one or several (Ravelry links, all, and one featuring a snood ’round a rather famous neck).  I went up to the stash, where I have a shocking amount of lovely sock yarn.  And I happened upon some Koigu that I had forgotten that I had.  Perfect!

Or maybe not so much.  What I loved in the skein, is not so gorgeous knitted up.  Or at least, the predominant colors I see are ones that will make me look very unwell.

It should be noted that, in life, the orange-gold-ochre-olive are not so balanced with the blue and purple as they appear here.  I have a rule, though, about not frogging projects that are made with two strands held together, because I value my tenuous grasp on sanity.  So the only thing to do is finish it, and hope that someone I know will see it and fall in love.