Remember when I made this quilt for a high school friend's first grandchild?
Well, I happen to make it a personal policy never to quilt for money. (There is no more expedient way for me to take the fun out of something I love.) However, my friend Carol happens to be a very talented whittler. You can see her work on her web page cleverly entitled "Whittler's Mother". In exchange for the quilt, Carol agreed to make one of her Old World Santas for me. It arrived on Thursday, and oh my goodness. Wooden you like one too?
When we cooked up this plan, Carol asked me to look at her page and pick out something I liked. Her work is all so beautiful and clever that I told her I couldn't possibly choose. I simply said I loved the Santas with cats. This is Carol's response. Here's how he looks from the back.
Instantly, I recognized the quilt Santa is holding as the "Merry and Bright" quilt I made last Christmas.
And the kitties are Smitty and Gracie! I love how she captured Smitty's personality (running so fast his ears are back) and the white spot on his rear leg.
And Gracie's disgust at having to share her household with this interloper.
Just adorable, Carol. Thank you. It pays to quilt for talented friends.
So yesterday, I put on my suit of armor and went out into the jungle of tomatoes in the greenhouse. This picture was taken about a month ago. They've grown even more monstrously huge since then.
Unfortunately, it's grown very wet in the greenhouse with the changing weather, and the tomatoes have stopped ripening and are instead rotting on the vine. It's the same thing that happens when they are planted outside. Our weather goes from dry and warm to wet and kind of warm, and that marks the death knell for the tomatoes. Nevertheless, I was able to pick about five pounds of green goodness.
which I promptly turned into green tomato salsa.
This isn't the first time I've tried to do something with green tomatoes. I've always found it rather disappointing, but this turned out to be surprisingly delicious. This morning I made up a big ole' batch of scrambled eggs and we topped them with the salsa. Everyone knows that eggs are just a vehicle for salsa, right?
The recipe was from Marisa McClellan's Preserving by the Pint book, which is one of my favorite resources for small batch canning.
I looked for the recipe published online but couldn't find it, and so I can't link to it. Sorry. You'll have to buy the book (which would be well worth the money), or else use one of the many other recipes published online for green tomato salsa . Just search the Google, and you'll find something that looks good. Here's one that's fairly close. The lime juice was a big contributor to the recipe I used.
While I was out and about Thursday looking for the poblano peppers, I also picked up a stalk of Brussels sprouts. (Cue the Brussels sprouts haters. To that I say, I'll see your hatred of Brussels sprouts and raise you a serving of lima beans. Yuck.) I happen to love Brussels sprouts, but Mike doesn't care for them. Erik told me he'd had them pickled once and he raved about them. I've been wanting to try them ever since (for about ten years now). When I saw the beautiful stalks of Brussels sprouts in the local outdoor produce market, I decided the time had come, and Voila!
A large stalk of Brussels sprouts (about 30 inches long) yields about 4 pints of pickled Brussels sprouts. They have to sit for a week before I can taste them, which is just plain torture if you ask me. I'm very much an instant-gratification kind of gal. This recipe actually IS published on line, and so if you are one who loves this delicious and nutritious vegetable (one of the smartest people in the world, I might add), here you go. Pickle away.
So it wasn't exactly true to say that there's been no sewing for two days. I should have said there's been no machine sewing. There's been plenty of hand sewing, and I'm making good progress on my Gingerbread Square block. In the interest of eating dessert first, I went straight to work on the candies at the top of the gazebo.
Since I did all my housework and canning yesterday, I get to spend the weekend sewing. If my Santa and my pickled Brussels sprouts didn't make you envious, perhaps a weekend of sewing will.