Well!
I hope you have all seen that Jen A-C herself
commented on yesterday’s post – and provided enlightenment about the book to be
launched at the EYF. I love cables, although I haven’t knitted any for a while.
I think that’s one I’ll have to go for.
She says in the comment that she doesn’t own the copyright
for the sweater I admired on her husband Jim in the latest Fruity Knitting podcast –
but is too modest to mention that the East
Woodlands sweater, on her website, is somewhat similar.
Meanwhile, Wednesday it is, and the latest on KD’s West Highland Way is a huge and beautiful blanket – done in squares so that it will be possible,
as she says herself, to scale it down for the next great-grandchild, if I’m
spared.
And as for my own knitting, I have embarked on row 79
of the shawl borders.
Non-knit
Today’s meal from the Mindful Chef, “pulled barbecue
jackfruit”, was OK, but not the hit of the week. When Helen and I went for her
birthday lunch at Dishoom, she had something with jackfruit in it, and – since she
thought she had ordered vegetarian – called the waitress over to ask,
isn’t this meat? The answer was no, it’s jackfruit.
It’s funny how often life, having introduced a new
theme, repeats it almost at once. Jackfruit is dull, and in future I will avoid
meals which involve it. I continue to find this fun. I went back to the website
today and ordered a fourth meal for next week. For this week, it's all over.
I gather we’re having a fancy full moon tonight.
Archie and I saw the previous one as we were driven in to Palermo on the 2nd
of January, over Monte Pellegrino.
Here are two pictures from him:
That black monolith (if that's the word) is a monument to those who died at the hands of the Mafia. Professor Anselmi pointed it out to us on our Gattopardo walk, that first morning.
