Dad's Socks

 It has been several years since I made my Dad any knit socks.  This spring, since I was knitting a pair of socks for my Mom to surprise her with for Mother's Day using some of the free Zauberball yarn she had gotten for me, I decided it was nigh time to make my Dad a new pair of socks also.

He has wool allergies, so I wouldn't be using any of the Zauberball for him, even though there are several skeins of it in manly colors.  Instead, I dug into my stash of cotton fingering that I bought in the past just for him.  I pulled out two colors: Doe and Marlin, intending to do contrasting cuffs, heels and toes.

Well, I got distracted when I was casting on and grabbed the Doe (main color) instead of the Marlin, and had knit the entire cuff before I realized my mistake.  I was using the Deflect pattern, which is rather more involved of a cuff than I typically have on sock patterns, and I wasn't about to tear it all out and start again in the intended (contrast) color.  So I 'personalized' the socks by doing only contrasting heels and toes, LOL.

I have knit this pattern before, without adding in any contrasting yarn parts, so I was confident I could adapt the pattern for them despite my screwing up of the cuff color.  What I didn't fully realize was that I was heading into the busy growing/gardening/riding/being-outside-all-the-time season and that this somewhat complicated pattern might not be the best project to try to do and have finished by Father's Day.

And it wasn't.  I got sock #1 finished in April.Things were still looking good for my Father's Day deadline at that point.  But the second sock, well, it was delay after delay after delay from early May on in terms of finding time to work on it.  The week before Father's Day arrived, and I was only halfway through the (men's size 10) foot.  I thought maybe, if I pushed, I could get it done in time.  I looked at the plethora of tasks with my name on them, and stressedover how, exactly, to push knitting that sock.

One week before Father's Day

Then, two days later, I had a revelation in three parts: 

1. I wasn't going to be seeing my Dad on Father's Day itself.  
2. He had no clue (and neither did anyone else) that I was knitting him socks for a present (most years I don't get my parents presents).
3. I would be seeing him the Saturday after Father's Day and could surprise him with socks then.

Phew!  That gave me a whole extra week to work on that second sock!  And, with DH being out of town for that entire 'extra' week, I could (hopefully) use the time I wasn't spending on normal taking-care-of-DH tasks (cooking his eggs for breakfast {I typically eat yogurt and granola, so actually 'make' two breakfasts every day since DH doesn't eat yogurt or granola}, packing his lunch on in-office days, emptying and putting away his lunch box after said in-office days,  doing his laundry {half the people, half the # of loads}) and apply that to knitting Dad's sock.  Because really, if I looked at the breakfast and lunch packing/putting away lunch box time alone, it added up to like 2.5 extra hours I should theoretically have available!

(Which also made me really look at labor distribution as empty nesters and conclude that perhaps we need to have a meal responsibility related chat in the near future. . . )

You know what?  I got that sock done!  

two days after Father's Day

They are now washed, blocked, and ready for surprising Dad with this afternoon.  😁

Finished and blocking on the clothesline.

Aunt L's Cookies

 For over three decades, there has been an annual family reunion on DH's father's side of the family.  And, until the last six or so (because she's in her late 70s now), one of his aunts always made and brought hundreds of cookies to share.  They are simply known as "Aunt L's Cookies" because nobody else in the family makes them.

(And because she made literally hundreds of them, nobody else ever brought cookies to the family reunions, LOL.)

Thankfully, around 2010, someone compiled a family cookbook (of submitted favorite recipes), and the recipes for both of Aunt L's special cookies was included.  So, once in a very long while, I have made them myself for eating at home with my family.

It's been a long, long time though, since I had made either one.  Since this year I am trying to make lots of different cookies and not the same old three or four recipes over and over again, I thought what a great excuse to take the extra time that Aunt L's cookie recipes require and make those.

First up, her Magic Peanut Butter/Chocolate cookies

Dough:

 1 1/2 cups flour

1/2 cup cocoa

1/2 tsp baking soda

Combine above ingredients and set aside.

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup softened margarine (or butter)

1/4 cup peanut butter

Beat these together until fluffy, then add:

1 tsp vanilla

1 egg

Then add flour mixture and mix thoroughly, then set aside.

Make the filling:

3/4 cup peanut butter

3/4 cup powdered sugar

Blend well

To make the cookies, divide both filling and dough into 32 balls each.  Assemble by flattening a chocolate dough ball in the palm of your hand and place a filling ball on top, wrappinng the chocolate dough around the filling.  Place on a cookie sheet and flatten with the bottom of a glass dipped in sugar.  Bake at 375 degrees for 7-8 minutes.

the magic peanut butter surprise inside

Then, her Orange Chocolate Chip cookies

1 cup shortening

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1 egg

2 Tbsp orange juice

1 Tbsp orange zest

2 3/4 cups flour

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/4 tsp salt

1 cup chocolate chips, chopped

Cream shortening and sugars; add egg, orange zest and juice.  Sift flour, baking soda and salt, then add to creamed mixture.  Add chocolate chips.  Shape into a log and roll in waxed paper.  Refrigerate several hours or overnight.  Slice 1/4" thick and bake for 10-12 minutes in a 350 degree oven.

my slicing was a little generous on the width

(These are much easier to slice cleanly if you chop the chocolate chips.  If you get distracted [ahem, me, in the past, not this time!] and forget to chop them, it still works, just doesn't slice as easily.)

And I Also Love This Guy

 After publishing Monday's post I Love The Sky, I realized how, if you read it out loud and didn't enunciate, it could sound like I Love This Guy.  Which could make you think that that post was about something totally different than it is.  It's not about a man.

And, since I have an old, partially thought out, post in my drafts folder that is about DH, I thought now would be the time to finish that one up and get it published.  

Because I do love this guy🡻🡻🡻🡻🡻

He doesn't really like to have his picture taken, so most of the ones I have of him were taken kind of on the sly.  Like this one where he has his back to me.  But it is a photo that I really like because he's not a horse person.  Or at least, he's always claimed that he's not (but, unbeknownst to him, they are growing on him and he's starting to show signs of growing towards being a horse person).

This photo was taken on a chilly rainy day last fall, one where the combination of air temperature and amount of water falling from the sky were too cold to put horses out into.  The kind of weather where they get soaked through and chilled.  

So, on that day (which I think was a Sunday), I had decided that horses would stay in the barn all day.  When I cleaned stalls after church, I put each horse, in turn, into the cross ties while its stall was being mucked out.

DH had been working in the tack room on some part of the finishing of it, and when I got to the Poetess's stall, he insisted that she didn't want to stand in the cross ties for those ten minutes while I cleaned.  She had been rather unhappy about the other horses being in the cross ties right outside her door while she was shut in the stall, and I knew that she would rather be outside (she has a rainsheet she can wear to keep dry, while the others didn't) even if it was raining.  

Unfortunately, even with her rainsheet, it wouldn't have worked for her to be the only horse out there because the others left in the barn would have been upset that I wasn't also turning them out and make a racket, which would have then caused her to get worried about being the only horse outdoors and upset and start running around.  I definitely did not want her racing around in the mud, slip, fall and get injured.  Which meant she had to stay inside all day like the rest of the horses.

Back to the photo. . .

When it was time for me to clean the Poetess's stall,  DH took her just out the front of the barn where she could munch grass (I believe the rain and wind were from the north that day, so the barn most blocked them from the rain in that spot). All on his own.

Not a horse person.  Ha!  If he wasn't a horse person, he wouldn't have cared if the Poetess preferred to be outside while I cleaned stalls.  And if he wasn't a horse person, he definitely wouldn't have volunteered to stand out there holding her lead rope while she grazed.

Yep, I love this guy.

I Love The Sky

 Apparently, from looking at my camera roll, I love the sky.  It's not a new thing, it's been going on for years.  I all ready knew that I tend to take more pictures of plants and animals than I do of people.  What I didn't really think about was how many photos I take of the sky in all its moods and formations.

I'm Glad I Didn't Blink

 Strawberry season in my area was very short.  It's not typically a long season, only a few weeks, but this year it was unusually short.  Blink and you'll miss it short.

Partly because of the cold rough winter we had and the deer damage to the strawberry fields.  Partly because Spring was kind of cold.  Partly because Spring was also rather wet, with several spells of flooding all over the state.  And, partly because just as the plants which had survived all that were starting to get ripe berries on them, our weather got hot and humid, then very rainy again.  Like five out of seven days with some sort of rain.  Which made the berries ripen very quickly and then just as quickly, even if they weren't ripe, start to mold.

I'm glad I didn't blink.  If I had, I would have totally missed out on fresh picked local strawberries.

I knew I wasn't going to get any strawberries from the patch in my garden.  The deer and other, smaller, four legged critters had ensured that by eating off the plants just as fast as they began to grow.

I had hoped to do some u-pick strawberries, so I was keeping an eye on the Facebook page of the local strawberry farm.  Unfortunately they, and a few other u-pick places not as close to me, announced in early June that they would not be able to open this year for u-pick due to crop damage (aka deer and weather).

So I watched the Facebook pages of some of the small farm markets that have popped up in the area in the last handful of years.  Pre-picked strawberries wouldn't be as cheap (or as fun to get) as u-pick berries, but at least they'd be fresh (compared to grocery store strawberries from the West Coast) and they'd be those smaller flavor-packed berries that this part of Michigan grows.

When I spotted a post that was only two hours old stating that the closest to me farm market (of the bougie kind) had strawberries in, I practically dropped everything and drove over right away.  The whole nearly 8 miles from this little place here to there I hoped that they wouldn't be sold out by the time I walked in the door.

And thankfully they weren't.  $7.75 per quart later, I walked out with two quarts of fresh local strawberries.  Knowing that they wouldn't keep for long; some all ready weren't looking too firm, I started making plans for how to best enjoy them and use them up.

First up, strawberry shortcake for dessert that night!

Me and Betty (Crocker) got busy in the kitchen whipping up some homemade shortcakes.  Since DH was out of town, I cut the recipe down to only two servings.  Because as much as I like strawberry shortcake, this diabetic girl does not need to eat six servings of it in just a couple of days.

I'm so glad I didn't blink.

I also didn't share, either.  I mean, I couldn't, really, being the only one home and all.

In case you're wondering, here's how I cut down Betty's recipe: 

It says that it makes six servings.  I only wanted two servings, which was 1/3 of a recipe.  So I did some math (ok, quite a lot of math) and got busy translating cups into tablespoons and tablespoons into teaspoons and dividing all that by three.

This is what I came up with, and it cooked up fine and tasted fine with the usual texture of this recipe when made in it's entirety of six servings, so I feel pretty confident it will work for you too if you want to give it a try.

>About a cup of sliced strawberries and 1 teaspoon of sugar per shortcake served, mixed together and allowed to sit for about 1/2 hour while I mixed up and baked the shortcakes.

>1 Tbsp plus 2 tsp shortening/lard

>2/3 cup flour

>2 tsp sugar

>1 tsp baking powder

>generous 1/4 tsp salt

>1/4 cup milk

Cut the shortening into the dry ingredients until crumbly, then mix in the milk until blended.  On a lightly floured surface (my handy dandy Tupperware pastry sheet), knead 20-25 times.  Roll out 1/2" thick and cut with a 3" (biscuit) cutter.  Bake at 450 degrees F for 10-12 minutes.  Cool slightly, then split each shortcake in half and layer with strawberries.  Top with whipped cream.

Unintentionally Dumpster Dived

 This week, I loaded up the accumulated recycling and took it in to the local transfer station for drop off.  This is something I've done every 2-3 months for over 30 years that we've lived in this general area (been recycling longer than that even, but collection was different in the places we lived back then.)  While I was there, I spotted something on the top of the pile that was off to the side in the same container where I was unloading mine.

Let me back up a tad, for reference.  Where I recycle has these gigantic metal shipping containers with 6 foot tall (at least) walls and a roof and several narrow slot window/doors in the sides.  You can only stick your stuff into on open slot, you are not allowed to remove/open doors on closed slots.  So, this particular trip, there were two open slots and one closed one on this recycling collection container. 

I unloaded my (ancient Rubbermaid 32 gallon trash can) recycling bin into the second open slot.  As I was finishining up, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, what looked like a big rectangular Tupperware container, complete with (unbroken) lid.

Well, that grabbed my attention!  I set down my now empty bin, and moved to the other open slot to investigate.  Could it really be Tupperware in usable condition?

It was!  So I unashamedly grabbed it out!  As we established in a previous post, I have a love of Tupperware.  And I can definitely find a use for a modular mate large rectangle container!  In my book, Tupperware containers aren't just for the kitchen.  They're great for the craft room, the gardening shed, the tack room, the feed room, kid's rooms (multiple-part toy storage!). . . The list is practically endless.

Looking further down through that (chest-height) narrow slot door, I spied more Tupperware!  It was like somebody had cleaned out Grandma's (or maybe Mom's) house and was dumping everything 'old' and made of plastic.  Everything I could see was perfectly good, not stained and gross, or cracked or broken.  Just 'old' and no longer wanted.

I confess to standing on my tiptoes, both arms through that slot in the side of the recycling container, and trying to get ahold of all the Tupperware I could reach.   Could I have fit my head and shoulders through for better reach I probably would have. Thank goodness there was no transfer station staff in the vicinity at the moment, because surely leaning into the big metal shipping bin holding recyclables is highly frowned upon.  Let alone taking stuff out of it.

I came home with several 'treasures' to clean up and sanitize.  Had my arms been longer I probably would have 'rescued' more Tupperware from it's unloved status of being thrown out, even if it was done in an environmentally responsible manner.

That rectangular modular mate with lid will most likely end up employed in the barn in some manner.  The round modular mates probably will be put to use in the house somewhere for storing small things. Likewise the short round lidded containers. The lone lid will fit a couple containers I all ready own. 

But that chip and dip/veggie server, that's getting a good wash and a bleach rinse and it's getting used for people food next time we have a big family meal!

Friday Randomness

 It's been a long (but short; fast, busy) week.  

We've had some hot humid weather, several rainstorms, and a 15-ish hour power outage.  

We had Faline, Buck and Sixlet for about 7 straight hours on Saturday while DD1, Honorary Son and his parents went to a Detroit Tigers game.

Visiting Jedi, Crockett and Tubbs

Buck and Sixlet in the sprinkler

Faline and Sixlet lying out to dry in the sun

 We went out to eat several times, which is unlike us, but happened to work out that way.  Once was meeting Honorary Son and DD1 to hand off their kids after the baseball game. The other due to being too dang hot to cook on the stove or the oven and the one meat store that I can actually eat their lunchmeat (without my body protesting) being all out of said meat when I went to buy it in order to make (the planned) sub sandwiches for that night's dinner.

I rode bareback (the first time in over a decade for me on any horse) on the Little Black Mare when one of her scheduled training days ended up being a light but steady rain and I didn't want to get my saddle soaking wet.  I'm fairly certain she's never been ridden bareback before, but she adapted to it well.  It felt weird for me too, and the first five minutes I was trying to get my own bearings, but after that I'd say we both enjoyed it (minus the uptick in rain in our faces that made me cut the session short after a bit).

I rode a lot (2-3 horses) on days that the weather was cooperative and only one horse or even zero horses on days that it wasn't.  Like the day that was 70-something degrees and 90+ percent humidity at sunrise and I was heat sick practically from the moment I got out of bed.  No riding that day; I didn't want to pass out and fall off a horse.  Instead, that day, I did only necessary horse chores (feeding, turnout, cleaning stalls bringing in, feeding) and slowly with frequent breaks.  Well, plus cooking and laundry, and housekeeping (but you know, depending on who you talk to, those don't count as work 😠).  

K3 came over on a not-rainy morning (original day had been rescheduled due to weather) to ride Jedi with my helpful instruction. (aka had a riding lesson).  They are starting to mesh a bit more as she learns the similarities and differences between him and the LBM (who she rode off and on the past two summers) and he tests her a bit to determine if she's the boss or if he is (and, with my guidance, she wins those challenges). 

pre-ride, heading in for grooming and saddling

post-ride, rolling his sweaty itches away

I assembled the new 'bistro set' I had purchased on sale on-line at Mother's Day (which had been super delayed in shipping) and installed it in its intended spot on the deck.  Even gave DH a haircut out there while he sat on one of the chairs ("It's very skinny.  And upright.")  Given that all of our other outdoor seating is extra wide and tends to make you sit slightly reclined (which I find uncomfortable), yes, yes it is skinny and upright.  It's just what I wanted for that space.  That space happens to be the 8-10 feet between the sliding door in the dining room and the sliding door in the living room and needs something that doesn't sprawl too far onto the deck or too close to either door.  Skinny.  And upright.

DH got my little tiller running--it had needed a tune-up--and between the two of us we got all the tilling done between rows of vegetables in the six planted sections of the garden.  I hand weeded around the tomato plants in four of the seven rows of tomatoes (and then a storm hit).

Two of the weeded rows,

unfortunately the dang deer have bitten off about half of those plants.

I found a nice rock in the garden, which I had to take a picture of so I could text the pun to DD2, whom I knew would get it.  Geology and puns, two of my favorite things.  Which are also two of her favorite things.

A gneiss rock.

(Nice, ha ha, get it?)

DH (finally) added fill dirt, brought to level, and put the pavers back into the section of the front walkway that we'd had to trench under (and thus removed the pavers from) back in 2022 when running the new underground electric line from the main box on the front of the garage to the barn (and then to his shop).  Those pavers have been piled in the middle of that spot ever since, with weeds growing up around them and making it difficult to keep the walkway weed-free or snow-free for almost four years now.  So I was really happy that he took it upon himself to complete this task that I'd tried to tactfully remind him of once or twice a year.

 

Re-installed pavers! 

7 pavers long and 5 pavers wide.

Also thrilling (and lavish praise rendered), was that DH decided to use the weed whip to get the rest of the walkway totally weed-free and mostly edged.  Hooray!  It's been several years since the whole thing was cleaned up at once.

The peonies have been in bloom, and with the heat are wrapping up very quickly.  It's been nice to enjoy their cheerful pop of color and wonderful smell this week.

a bouquet of peonies and mock orange

Also blooming are the spiderwort

and my Louisiana Black Gamecock iris (which seems to bloom every other year for me).

On the stormy night that took out our power, DH and I sat out on the front porch after the wind had died down and the rain had left, and watched the sunset while we talked.  The Yarn Thief joined us for part of that time.

Later, after it was dark and we had gone to bed--with the front door open as well as all the windows to try to get a breeze through the stuffy, very warm (80-ish degree) house--we were woke up by what sounded like something hitting the screen door at the bottom of the stairs (bedrooms are upstairs, the flight of stairs lines up with the front door, great for getting airflow into the bedroom area on a summer night).  

DH grabbed a flashlight and looked down the stairs, to see a raccoon on the porch right at the door. 

Well, that wouldn't do, we'd been trying to catch a lingering pesky raccoon in our traps with no luck lately.  So I hopped out of bed too, to be the flashlight bearer while DH grabbed the .22 and we went out coon hunting!  

The coon had fled up a cottonwood tree between the house and a corner of the garden when it heard us coming down the stairs and out the front door.  With me standing near the trunk shining the flashlight up into the tree, and DH a few feet out from me, we were able to spot that raccoon and get a successful shot that brought it crashing down (sounded like, in the dark, as it bounced off tree branches, it was going to land on my head!) to the ground.  Luckily it was not on my head, but about 6 feet from me.  So that was an exciting evening and night!

I hope this coming week is a little milder with both more catching up on tasks and a bit more time for sitting and relaxing.  And uninterrupted sleep!