Last night's dinner: Ling Cod with a peach/tomato relish (still working on getting the amount of vinegar in this right, a tad bit tart).
When I was a child I would not eat Ling Cod because I thought it was an ugly fish. How could it taste good? I did however eat Red Snapper (yes it's a pretty fish). So one night when we were camping along the coast of Oregon, my parents bought some fish and told me it was Red Snapper. And it was good! And then my brothers gave me grief because they knew it was really Ling Cod. And now I eat Ling Cod, when I can find it and it is fresh. And it is a treat.
This is probably where I get in trouble for not calling my parents immediately to tell them, "Fresh Ling Cod at the Co-op."
There was a moment this morning, as I was stitching down some of the section I was mending on my "made of stars" quilt, that I noticed the way the velvet in the next square was rippling. And so I continued stitching...
It's wet and windy, a very stormy day. The kind of day would have us all looking for shelter (my word for 2012) sooner or later.
Shelter has a relatively simple definition, a place of refugee or protection. More than anything, as I think about shelter this year, I want to document how I create shelter, what kind of home maker am I, how I feather my nest...
What if it is enough to know what is underneath something?
The silk/hemp fabric that I used for some of the squares on my "made of stars" blanket has frayed very badly. The fabric was a gift from my mother and I want to be be able to keep it where I can see it, but it's just not standing up to the wash and wear that I put this blanket through. And so I am layering fabric over the top of this fabric. The red in the background is the first piece that I have used to cover one of the silk/hemp squares.
What if we broaden our definition of a garden? Green onions anyone?