The Holy Sacred Doughnuts of Our People
While I am in the middle of writing documents for my boss, creating an abstract for yet another conference, writing a paper that I need to finish before I leave for England on account of I'm delivering it in England and I don't want to write it on the road, trying to figure out exactly which electrical hoohahs I need in order to run my electronic hoohahs in England, and packing up my office so that I can get moved up to the 6th floor with the rest of my department, I have NOT been knitting difficult things.
Nope. I've been knitting this, out of Fortissima "Socka Color":
Mindless, round and round stockinette. Patterns evolving without any thought provided by me. Now I will make another one.
I intend to take "Margaret Tudor" to England, though -- I figure when I'm sitting around in various bed-and-breakfasts and hotels in the evening, after spending my day reading very dusty old manuscripts and wrassling public transportation, I'll be HAPPY to work on some nice lace panels.
We all went off to the parish "Spring-a-Rama" last night. Our parish doesn't hold Lenten fish frys -- nah, we have to go on over to Thomas a' Becket for that -- we hold, every year, in May, a week long extravaganza with a Ferris Wheel and a few other rides, and things to eat -- kielbasa with sauerkraut, funnel cake, pizza, cotton candy -- and doughnuts.
The doughnuts are a very big deal. Back when we still had a convent in the parish, the nuns made the doughnuts, which were then the Holy Sacred Doughnuts of Our People. The convent's long gone, but the doughnut booth is still a major piece of the fair. Takes up a lot of space. Better Catholic Moms than I run the booth, making these doughnuts, icing these doughnuts, throwing sprinkles on these doughnuts, selling boxes and boxes of these doughnuts.
Indeed, the doughnuts regularly are mentioned at Mass just before the fair. I'd not go so far as to say that the parish is actually directed to buy the doughnuts, no, but we're definitely Strongly Encouraged to buy the doughnuts. Last year the pastor told us that he wanted to see the sales over at the local Krispy Kreme drop during Spring-a-Rama.
So. We go every year. We don't buy the doughnuts, alas, as we're a naughty family and don't want to eat them. We buy kielbasa and sauerkraut. The child plays various games and acquires various pieces of junk. Sam and the child ride the Ferris Wheel and I watch them, ready to run over and tell them goodbye when they fall to their deaths. They haven't done that yet, but naturally they will, and terrified as I am, I don't want to miss it.
Also, we buy used books at the White Elephant sale.
This year, we came away with the usual murder mysteries. I nearly bought a collection of Wendell Berry's essays, just cause I felt so bad for it, all lonely there in the middle of all those non-academic books. But I didn't, cause it's not my field, and really, I could spend my energy saving things other than used books.
But I DID buy this treasure:
Oh! Yay! This was printed in 1973. Full, full, full of Interesting Things to do with Jell-o. On the cover, for instance, you see, at the top, "Chiffon Marble," which involves Jell-o AND Cool Whip, and is a lovely and tasty treat.
We're having that soon, I think.
And here's the back:
Down there at the bottom of the photo is a dessert called "Crown Jewel Cake," which I am SO going to inflict on my family soon. One takes three different flavors of Jell-o -- chilled in trays and cut into cubes -- folds the cubes into a mixture of Cool Whip and yet more Jell-o, pours the whole mess into a 9-inch spring form pan, chills the thing overnight, releases it from the pan, and then garnishes it with more Jell-o cubes.
Surely there's some day coming up which calls for this Jell-o extravaganza.
Let's see...
Yep! There we are! Saturday is Oak Apple Day, and I NEVER know what to serve to commemorate Oak Apple Day. But! Clearly one can commemorate the Royalists by serving a "Crown Jewel Cake."
New family tradition, starting now.
Nope. I've been knitting this, out of Fortissima "Socka Color":
Mindless, round and round stockinette. Patterns evolving without any thought provided by me. Now I will make another one.
I intend to take "Margaret Tudor" to England, though -- I figure when I'm sitting around in various bed-and-breakfasts and hotels in the evening, after spending my day reading very dusty old manuscripts and wrassling public transportation, I'll be HAPPY to work on some nice lace panels.
We all went off to the parish "Spring-a-Rama" last night. Our parish doesn't hold Lenten fish frys -- nah, we have to go on over to Thomas a' Becket for that -- we hold, every year, in May, a week long extravaganza with a Ferris Wheel and a few other rides, and things to eat -- kielbasa with sauerkraut, funnel cake, pizza, cotton candy -- and doughnuts.
The doughnuts are a very big deal. Back when we still had a convent in the parish, the nuns made the doughnuts, which were then the Holy Sacred Doughnuts of Our People. The convent's long gone, but the doughnut booth is still a major piece of the fair. Takes up a lot of space. Better Catholic Moms than I run the booth, making these doughnuts, icing these doughnuts, throwing sprinkles on these doughnuts, selling boxes and boxes of these doughnuts.
Indeed, the doughnuts regularly are mentioned at Mass just before the fair. I'd not go so far as to say that the parish is actually directed to buy the doughnuts, no, but we're definitely Strongly Encouraged to buy the doughnuts. Last year the pastor told us that he wanted to see the sales over at the local Krispy Kreme drop during Spring-a-Rama.
So. We go every year. We don't buy the doughnuts, alas, as we're a naughty family and don't want to eat them. We buy kielbasa and sauerkraut. The child plays various games and acquires various pieces of junk. Sam and the child ride the Ferris Wheel and I watch them, ready to run over and tell them goodbye when they fall to their deaths. They haven't done that yet, but naturally they will, and terrified as I am, I don't want to miss it.
Also, we buy used books at the White Elephant sale.
This year, we came away with the usual murder mysteries. I nearly bought a collection of Wendell Berry's essays, just cause I felt so bad for it, all lonely there in the middle of all those non-academic books. But I didn't, cause it's not my field, and really, I could spend my energy saving things other than used books.
But I DID buy this treasure:
Oh! Yay! This was printed in 1973. Full, full, full of Interesting Things to do with Jell-o. On the cover, for instance, you see, at the top, "Chiffon Marble," which involves Jell-o AND Cool Whip, and is a lovely and tasty treat.
We're having that soon, I think.
And here's the back:
Down there at the bottom of the photo is a dessert called "Crown Jewel Cake," which I am SO going to inflict on my family soon. One takes three different flavors of Jell-o -- chilled in trays and cut into cubes -- folds the cubes into a mixture of Cool Whip and yet more Jell-o, pours the whole mess into a 9-inch spring form pan, chills the thing overnight, releases it from the pan, and then garnishes it with more Jell-o cubes.
Surely there's some day coming up which calls for this Jell-o extravaganza.
Let's see...
Yep! There we are! Saturday is Oak Apple Day, and I NEVER know what to serve to commemorate Oak Apple Day. But! Clearly one can commemorate the Royalists by serving a "Crown Jewel Cake."
New family tradition, starting now.
<< Home