Lame Yarn Post

I am in the black hole of knitting.  I knit and knit and knit and nothing much happens.  I've been working on pretty much all of my projects for at least two months and I have very little to show for any of it. Except these:

These are the Scottish Highland socks.  Mindless monkey knitting featuring STR.  No big deal.


I started a pair of socks for my sister-in-law in July.  I finished the first one this morning, but only after forcing myself to hunker down.  This is where I was before the weekend:

Now this right here, this is the big time suck:

Hm.  In the photo, you can actually see the pattern.  In real life, it's just a pile of fuzzy grey stuff that is lace and therefore, ALL TOGETHER NOW, looks like ass.  I can't believe I'm only halfway through.

Oops.  I forgot this:

Hm.  OK now that cheers me up. Nice lace, huh?

How To Make Vaffanculo Gelato

First of all, yes, that's a naughty word, so don't go looking it up if you aren't planning to use it.  Second, I invented this when I couldn't read the recipe and put in too much chocolate.  I'm sure that in theory, there is a point where you can put in too much chocolate, but this is not I repeat NOT too much chocolate.  Trust me.  

And finally, you may be wondering how this gelato got its name.  Well, on the one hand, it was a concoction born  out of a mistake.  Dirtbunny is so spectacularly good in the kitchen that even her mistakes are freaking awesome, so vaffanculo to the doubters and the haters.  Second, this is exactly the kind of gelato you will want to have on days when you'd like to say vaffanculo to everyone you know and the other 6 billion people in the world as well, just to make sure everything's covered.

1. Get out favorite recipe for Bacio gelato.
2. Leave out the hazelnuts.
3. Triple the amount of cocoa powder.  You can only mix so much in with the egg yolks, so the rest has to go in the pot in the beginning with the sugar and milk.
4. Finish making the custard, then cool, and freeze in the usual way.
5. Serve kinda soft and slightly melty.

Don't share this with the dogs.  It's so powerful it might kill them.

Marco Mercoledi

The 2010-2011 Serie A season finally started last weekend.  Juventus, um, lost, and now there's an international break.  That affects all the European leagues, so there will be no fresh football over this long weekend.  Whatever shall I do with myself?

                                                              
One thing to do is babysit der Kirbenhund.  He's still not doing so well and can't be left alone because if he starts attempting to wander around, such as, for example, to see where Bunny went, he could fall and hurt himself.  Like yesterday, when he fell and bit his lip and bled all over.  Poor baby.  Eric and I are doing tag-team telework and canine pharmacology.  The weather is supposed to be nice, so I hope he can have sometime outside (being watched like a hawk).

That's an odd expression, isn't it?  It means, of course, to watch something with carfeul attention, but it sounds a little like it's the hawk who is being watched.  I suppose the contemporary equivalent would be "watch like porn," but I'm not going to be the one to introduce that into the lexicon.