sweater schematics, 7.24


I’ve finished the gorgeous Amiga Cardigan (with a few slight mods) in some amazing natural Louet Euroflax Wet Spun Linen, and whilst its blocking (photos of the finished garmet forthcoming), I have begun the process of casting on for a new sweater.

I’ve already got one other on the needles, but its a lengthy little project and quite a lot of stockinette so I’m looking for something with a bit more quick gratification. The Sedum Sweater by Jane Richmond will be perfect for fall and I bought the required yardage for the sweater back last winter or Spring, so its high time I hop to.

One of the best parts about starting a new sweater project is pouring over the schematics of fit–and that’s just what I’m doing this morning.

two recipe project #4, 7.7

Lovely turkey lettuce cups makes a perfect humid, hot night’s dinner. It’s light, refreshing, and doesn’t boast too many ingredients or a lot of time slaving over the stove. The fresh ginger, cilantro, and scallions are gorgeous in this and the ground turkey had loads of flavor.

This recipe is available in Martha Stewart’s brilliant special summer issue of Food Everyday.

As always, more snaps from the Two Recipe Project over at its flickr set.

margarita, 7.4

I’ve developed a new margarita recipe, road tested on a large group (including one of my mum’s friends, who graciously agreed to model her cocktail for me), and definitely the only way I want to drink a margarita anymore (who are we kidding, I’ll drink any margarita, but this one takes the cake).

It’s really only a few elements, done in style: silver tequila, a splash of cointreau, fresh squeezed lime juice, ice, salt, and one secret ingredient which makes this so light and fresh.

Ask me to make you one; you can guess the special add in.

overheard and (re)read, 7.7

A brilliantly leisure filled afternoon at my local bookshop, coffee in hand, I overheard an extremely loud patron utter, repeatedly: “Ugh! I hate hate hate Ernest Hemingway. Why do people think he was great? He is just plain awful. Awful. Kurt Vonnegut…there’s another one…”

Which, as I tend to take these things (particularly when they pertain to one of my favorite authors to boot), meant I’d immediately return home and pick up some Hemingway; I’ve read them all, but why not another go around with The Sun Also Rises.

And in the interest of discussion around Hemingway, do go see Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris, if you’re into that kind of thing…