Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

I remembered to take my camera on this morning’s walk so pictures will be appearing from time to time.  This one does so much more than my old and it weighs less.  Will wonders ever cease?  I still haven’t figured out what 2/3s of it does, but I’m getting there.  Come to think of it, I have that same problem with most of my stuff.  I don’t bother to read instructions until I want to do something specific with whatever it is I am doing.  I ‘ve always been this way.  Even when I was a kid and learning to sew, I would look at the pictures on the pattern and only read it when I couldn’t figure it out on my own. 

Gus and Doug

It was one of those perfect days.  The sky was clear, there was a little breeze and it was only 80 degrees.

I made bean soup yesterday afternoon, but we didn’t eat any.  I can never eat it the same day I make it.  The whole house smells of it.  I don’t want it.  The next day, I am ready for it.  I called Paul and Linda and invited them over for supper.  It was perfect which always amazes me.  I throw whatever  in the pot and hope for the best.  I never taste it myself.  When everybody was there, I put some in a little bowl and gave them spoons.  I figure someone else is a better judge than me.  I made cornbread to go with it.  I tried several different recipes before finally coming up with my own.  Doug says it is better than his Mother’s.  Everybody likes it.  I could never make again and be perfectly happy.   I prefer saltines.  I like doing impromptu get togethers like this.  It’s like saying, “Don’t bother to get cleaned up.  We’ll rummage in the kitchen and see what we can find.”  We put the soup pot and pan of cornbread right on the dining room table along with bottles of salsa, hot sauce and ketchup.  Then I like to get out the silver individual butter knives with little bread and butter plates. 

Sanquhar Gloves

I had knitting group this afternoon.  This constitutes about four hours of knitting.  I don’t like the cast on, but I have decided that it is artistic preference and will not be ripped out.  These gloves are going to take longer than most sweaters.

Tags: 15 bean soup, cornbread, Sanquhar gloves

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