Creating Text(iles)

Way too many books. Way, WAY too much yarn.

Name:Anne
Location:Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States

Thursday, April 24, 2003

Picnic Loaves

Well, I did indeed get one of the armbands on Scapa done - one more to go, and then I block the hell out of that thing.

All that fiddling with mitered corners -- you can't get away with just hoping it will lay right.

It won't.

Still, wool is lovely for holding a shape. I'm not worried.

Last day of classes today, and while I wasn't sorry, for the most part, to see the last of the Drama class (which was odd, this semester -- some very good students in it, but it never gelled), I was VERY sorry to see the last of the Poetry Workshop, which has been a trustworthy spot of brightness iin a Semester From Hell. In honor of their exceptional wonderfulness, I'm having them over to tea on Sunday. Scones. Soda Bread. Maybe one of those impressive Picnic Loaves where you get sausage, hard-cooked eggs, and cheese, all attractively arranged in a fancy bread package. Let's see if I can find a picture of something close...

Nope, sorry, nothing out there. I found the recipe in the Bread volume of that long out of print Time-Life Good Cook series. Oooh, it's impressive. Yeah. I might do that.

So. The semester's winding down, but it's not over yet. One of my colleagues was saying that it's nothing but grading and going to receptions now. True, too true. Paper and food. That's all there is.