Wow! The new Knitty patterns make me giddy with excitement. I really need to finish something before casting on a new project though. Perhaps completing one of the pairs of socks (shown yesterday) will appease the knitting gods sufficiently so they won’t curse a new project.
My eldest brought home her first project made in wood shop today. It’s beautiful and she designed the top pattern especially for her youngest sister. I’m proud of A1’s craftsmanship as well as her generosity to make something for A3. Because it’s red cedar it smells fabulous and I’ve dropped more than a few hints that moms love these kind of things too.
One of my DH’s co-workers recently caught a large sturgeon. I assume he caught it on the Columbia River as it’s nearby and contains a large number of sturgeon. This prehistoric fishstick is bigger than both of his children.
Anyway, he sent a generous portion of the meat home with my husband tonight.
I’m no stranger to seafood, but this particular fish was unfamiliar. A quick search for recipes on-line didn’t help because most of them required lots of ingredients and/or a long preparation time. Even if both were available the recipes sounded quite heavy. I didn’t want to spoil the freshness of the lovely fish so I opted for the old standby marinade of olive oil, lemon juice, crushed garlic, sea-salt and coarsely ground pepper.
After a brief stint in the oven it came out perfectly fresh, mild and wonderful. Now I want to go fishing.
After work today (Wednesday) I attended the school’s Knitting Club. It was so much fun! Not all of the students who showed up for the first session returned this week and none of those in attendance were boys. Even so, seeing students excited about learning something not involving electronics or animation is refreshing. As expected, they have lots of cheap yarn donated by various sources. They do need some more needles though so I’m going to dig some up before next Wednesday.
Finally, my DH took my two younger daughters to a local park. While there A3 decided to roll down a hill instead of coming immediately when called. After several ignored requests and demands she found herself facing the wrath of dad. She was sentenced to an evening in her room, except for being allowed out for dinner. While walking down the hall later to put something away this sign was discovered.
In case you can’t see the words it says, “No Dad’s (sic)! And I Mean it!” This makes me happy because usually my name is on the sign.
And just because I’ve an excessive build up of smart ass from not posting a proper WTF Wednesday, here is a completely tasteless joke heard today…
Have you heard of the new Nadya Suleman breakfast special at Denny’s? You get 8 eggs, no sausage and the guy in the next booth pays for it.