Knitting Archive February 2009

Food By Mom -- Kumquat Marmalade

Last year for the first time, I made kumquat marmalade and we loved it. So when kumquats appeared in the supermarket again, I just had to make more. I found the recipe last year on Habeas Brulee. I like it made with Earl Grey tea.

Here it is -- do try it!

Get 1 1/2 lbs kumquats and slice them up thinly, reserving the seeds. Tie the seeds in a cheesecloth bag. Put the kumquat slices and the bag of seeds together in a non-reactive pot with 4 cups water or Earl Grey tea and cover it and let it sit for 24 hours.

The next day, put the pot on the stove and bring the mixture to a boil over moderate heat. Once it boils, reduce the heat to a simmer and let the mixture reduce down for 45 minutes to an hour, or until it has reduced down to about 4 cups.

Once that’s done, 4 cups of sugar goes in with constant stirring, and everything cooks for another 15-20 minutes, or until it hits about 220 F and a teaspoon of mixture dropped onto a cold plate gels. 

Remove the bag of seeds at this point, and the marmalade is done. Seal in canning jars. I like using the small ones and I end up with around 12 jars, plenty to give as gifts.


TGIF

It's been one of the weeks where the days rush by and here we are at Friday and it's all a blur.

So here's what it looked like when the snow ended --

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Yeah, that's about 30" altogether on the ground, 12" from Monday's storm. Today it is warm, 45F now so there is melting. But of course, more snow is due on Sunday. You all may be having signs of spring but it is winter here for at least another 6 weeks. And that's okay.

I haven't done a lot of knitting this week because I have been resting my hands and arms. I started the lace cardigan from Vogue again, this time in eggplant colored merino from Colourmart. And I reaped the harvest of my disdain for swatches. Because I started it 3 times before I got the right size needle. I am using US 3's now and the fabric feels just right. Starting over 3 times means not much to show for my efforts -- the sweater is knit in one piece except for the sleeves, so that's a lot of stitches per row.

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I made the 4 row garter edging on the bottom because otherwise it curls too much for my tastes.

I think I'll knit something more delicate and on smaller needles this weekend. And try to resist the desire to start something new.

SNOW DAY!

School kids are getting an extra day of vacation today as we are having a snowstorm. It should wind down this afternoon, leaving us when it is all over with around 10 or 11 inches of new snow. Here are some shots through my windows this morning --

Out the window next to where I am sitting -

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From my office, which is upstairs and in the back of the house --

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From the window of the "From My Window" series --

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And out the front -

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So it's a day for knitting and watching movies, I guess. 

The quirky nature of memory

I have a long time interest in memory -- memory plays an important role in the work in psychotherapy. Almost 2 years ago I wrote about memory in relation to  painting by Magritte, La Memoire  and wrote then:   

The words "memoir" and "memory" come to us from the middle English/Anglo-French word memorie, and from the Latin memoria, derived from memor, which means "mindful." Russell Lockhart  in Words As Eggs: Psyche in Language and Clinic  traces it also to an Indo-European root smer- -- which in one form refers to grease and fat. How is memory connected to ‘fat’? Think about how difficult it is to get rid of fat.  It sticks. It adheres. It won't leave. It leaves traces. A memory is what sticks, what adheres in the mind. Memory is the fat of the mind.  Related words that share the history of memoir include remember, commemorate, memorable, memento, and memorandum. The word mourn also shares its derivations. The same root that gave rise to memory gives rise to mourn. When someone has passed away or slipped away, we mourn that memory. When we are in mourning, we are deeply engaged with the memory of that person. Our mind is full of memories. We can only mourn through memory and with memory. We mourn for what we had and can now have only in memory.

A memory is what sticks, what adheres.

A few weeks ago, I joined Facebook, just to see what all the fuss was about. I am not terribly active there but because of it, several people from my past have contacted me, including people from high school.

Now when I was 14, my family moved from Germany, where my father had been stationed, to a small town in Pennsylvania. There was a Army facility there, staffed mostly by civilians and around 50 members of the Army. It was my first time in a civilian school, the first time with kids who had known each other since kindergarten, and it was a bewildering world for me. In an Army school, making friends is relatively easy because we all know that all of us will be moving and so friends must be made and friendships cemented quickly because they will soon end to be replaced by new ones. We knew we would likely never see those friends again so there was no feeling of enduring friendships; they were relationships that allowed us the company of others in our same boat. And there was only one other Army kid in my new school. I was not a happy camper. I had no idea how to find my way, I was different at an age when difference most definitely not to be celebrated. That first year there was long and hard. 

When I graduated from high school and went off to college, Pennsylvania became a part of my past. My parents moved shortly after I began college and I have never returned there. 

So it felt strange to be contacted on Facebook by people whose names I remember from high school. The names were familiar but I couldn't remember anything specific about the people who sent me friend invitations.  Then came a note from a man whose name was familiar -- I knew he had been in my homeroom. He said he had often wondered what had happened to me, which surprised me because those years have been placed so firmly for me into my past and not revisited. I responded with pleasantries -- we shared a little about were our life journeys have taken us. 

And then today, he sent this -- 

"I owe you an apology.  Remember when we were at ***** Jr High, and you baked that beautiful little cherry pie?  I took it and placed it under your seat in Home Room, you were out someplace, and when you came back you were looking all over the place for that pie.  Finally I went to take it from under your seat and as I was lifting it to your desk-top it fell out of my hands and it splattered all over the floor.  You were so proud of that pie, and I felt terrible.  Knowing how proud of it you were, I knew there was just no sense in saying anything, and I didn't know what to say cause I knew that an, "I'm sorry" just wouldn't do - it wouldn't even be close, I really did feel bad about that, and after all these years I am apologizing for my clumsy act.  I shouldn't have done it, I know, but sometimes when you just want to have some fun, things go wrong and there's nothing you can say or do to help anything.  That incident has been on my mind often and after 46 years I want to say I apologize for that stupid act."

And I was stunned. I remember the pie. I remember being angry that it was ruined. I can't remember being proud of it, probably because I was so generally unhappy. I remember the pie I have talked about the ruining of my first pie as an excuse for why my pies always look pretty sorry with patched crusts. Not that there is much of a real connection, but you know, it's been an excuse. But I long ago forgot any details about that incident, other than that I baked the pie and it never made it home.

So the memory of that pie adhered to both of us, to me because it kind of summed up a bad time in my life and to him because he felt regret for having caused it to be ruined.

Of course I forgive him. And I am charmed and touched that he carried that memory and felt moved to apologize. And so a tear in the fabric of both of our lives got mended.

Therapy for a cranky day

Yesterday I had a cranky day. You know, the kind of day where every little things just rubs you wrong way and you spend a lot of time muttering to yourself. I tried knitting to make things better but I couldn't get into it. So I spent time with my plants instead and it seems to have done the trick because today everything feels right in my world again.

My amaryllises don't require much tending but they are fun to watch. These aren't great shots but you can see that they are coming along. Flowers soon! 

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I love to grow citrus -- something about the contrariness of growing lemons and limes on my windowsills in Maine just tickles me. I have had some problems with scale on them and I have to keep a close eye lest they get ahead of me. This time it was the Ponderosa lemon which got my attention. It is an odd plant. I have had it for about 6 years and it isn't very big but it produces at least 2 HUGE lemons every year and one was ready to be picked today.

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And here you can see the one I picked next to a regular supermarket lemon for comparison.

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And as they get older and the plant gets bigger, the fruits can be as large as a grapefruit -- this one comes close!


I'm a reader

Cursing Mama had this meme today and since I am fresh out of hot knitting news, I thought I would do it too.

"The Big Read answers a big need. Reading at Risk: A Survey of Literary Reading in America, a 2004 report by the National Endowment for the Arts, found that not only is literary reading in America declining rapidly among all groups, but that the rate of decline has accelerated, especially among the young. The concerned citizen in search of good news about American literary culture would study the pages of this report in vain. 

They say the average American has only read 6 of the following:"

Key

1) Bold the books you have already read

2) Italicize the books you intend to read

3) Notes in parentheses next to note-worthy titles.


1) Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 

2) The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

3) Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

4) Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling

5) To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

6) The Bible

7) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (I think I read this, at least it feels like it did)

8 ) Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell

9) His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

10) Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

11) Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

12) Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

13) Catch 22 by Joseph Heller  ( one of those books that I read multiple times)

14) Complete Works of Shakespeare (some)

15) Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

16) The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

17) Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks

18 ) Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger

19) The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

20) Middlemarch by George Eliot

21) Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell

22) The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

23) Bleak House by Charles Dickens

24) War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy ( started it)

25) The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

26) Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

27) Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

28 ) Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

29) Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

30) The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

31) Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

32) David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

33) Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis

34) Emma by Jane Austen

35) Persuasion by Jane Austen

36) The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by CS Lewis

37) The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

38 ) Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis De Bernieres

39) Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

40) Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne

41) Animal Farm by George Orwell

42) The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown (I can go low-brow)

43) One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

44) A Prayer for Owen Meaney by John Irving

45) The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

46) Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery

47) Far From The Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

48 ) The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

49) Lord of the Flies by William Golding

50) Atonement by Ian McEwan

51) Life of Pi by Yann Martel

52) Dune by Frank Herbert

53) Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons

54) Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

55) A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth

56) The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

57) A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

58 ) Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

59) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon

60) Love In The Time Of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

61) Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

62) Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

63) The Secret History by Donna Tartt

64) The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

65) Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

66) On The Road by Jack Kerouac

67) Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

68 ) Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding

69) Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie

70) Moby Dick by Herman Melville

71) Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

72) Dracula by Bram Stoker 

73) The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

74) Notes From A Small Island by Bill Bryson

75) Ulysses by James Joyce

76) The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

77) Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome

78 ) Germinal by Emile Zola

79) Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

80) Possession by AS Byatt

81) A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

82) Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

83) The Color Purple by Alice Walker

84) The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro

85) Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

86) A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

87) Charlotte's Web by EB White

88 ) The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom

89) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

90) The Faraway Tree Collection by Enid Blyton

91) Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

92) The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery

93) The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks

94) Watership Down by Richard Adams

95) A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

96) A Town Like Alice by Nevil Shute

97) The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

98 ) Hamlet by William Shakespeare

99) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl

100) Les Miserables by Victor Hugo


I read 52. I like things that make me out to be well above average!

On the other hand some of the choices seem odd to me and many that I have read and would think belong are not on the list.


American Beauty

I don't know where the week went but go it did. I didn't do a lot of knitting because my hands were hurting and I decided that wisdom dictated giving them a rest. So I contented myself with planning and imagining future projects.

I am intrigued by Bad Cat Designs latest offering -- the American Beauty shawl. First, I like the way she is doing it and I think I will do something similar for my Eve's Temptation patterns -- not a KAL really but a chance to knit along with me as the pattern develops. It's a possibility anyway.

So I settled on a lovely pink cashmere/silk yarn from Colourmart. I am using it doubled because the yarn it 1/30 and would be too fine for the beads selected in single strand. Right now, knitting it from the cone, it feels like cotton almost, with none of the silky softness I know will appear when the spinning oils are washed out when it is finished.

Here's how it is looking so far --

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The sinuous lines of the border intrigue me -- I want to play with this pattern later for a stole.

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I love the color and it's nice right now to be knitting someone else's design.


My Spring Interweave Knits arrived yesterday. And I have to say I am underwhelmed. I am not drawn to things knit in worsted weight nor the kind of chunky shapes of some of the designs. I am drawn more and more to things knit in finer gauge yarns, where good fit is critical and the design is challenging. Maybe I have simply outgrown IK? Even though Vogue Knitting doesn't have many designs written in my size, I always find ideas there and often designs I can modify for myself. 


Food By Mom -- Teriyaki Wings

I really like chicken wings and I like teriyaki wings best of all. Years ago friends of mine made them with lemon juice, soy sauce and rosemary and they were good but I could never get the same result. So I have longed looked for a good recipe. And now, thanks to some experimentation my husband and I have done in the last few weeks, I think we have found what we want. Of course, we will continue to tinker with the recipe but it's pretty good now. So we made some for a pot luck we are going to tonight.

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Teriyaki Chicken Wings

5 lbs chicken wings

3/4 cup soy sauce

3/4 cup brown sugar

1/4 cup vinegar

1/4 cup peanut oil

1/4 cup ketchup

grated fresh ginger

3 cloves garlic, crushed or grated

1/2 tsp Thai chili garlic paste


1 Mix all ingredients.

2 Add wings and marinate at least 8 hours.

3 Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour.

4 Remove to a cooling rack after cooking.


If you don't want to make this many, simply adjust the amount of marinade. We used 2.5 lb bags of drumettes and this amount was right for 5 pounds.

Food by Mom -- Duck legs braised in Red Wine

We like duck a lot in our house and have found that frozen leg quarters serve us very well when we have a hankering -- isn't that a great word? -- for duck. And we did today. I like this preparation for its intense flavor and easy preparation. The recipe is adapted from one at Epicurious.com.

  • 2 large whole duck legs (about 4 1/2 pounds total), trimmed of excess fat
  • 1/2 cup dry red wine
  • 2 cloves garlic minced
  • 1/2 onion finely chopped
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
  •  dried sour cherries, chopped dried apricots, chopped pitted prunes, raisins, cranberries

Pierce the skin of the duck in several places. In a large heavy saucepan, over moderately high heat, brown the duck first skin side down until they are almost mahogany colored -- about 15-20 minutes. Turn and brown the other side -- 3 or so minutes.

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Remove duck from pan and carefully pour off the rendered duck fat. We use it to roast potatoes that we serve with the meal.

Return pan to heat and add onion, garlic and thyme to pan and stir. Add salt to taste. Add wine to pan and deglaze scraping up any bits in the bottom. Return duck to pan, skin side up. Add fruit. Reduce heat to simmer, cover pan. Simmer on low for 2 hours.

Remove duck from pan. Reduce liquid in pan until it has thickened somewhat. Serve over duck.

Tonight we used cranberries and blueberries from our freezer as our fruit.

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This is a wonderful winter dish. It would work well with chicken legs also, but duck really is special.


Yes, I am knitting

Remember weeks ago I started knitting the two lace cardigans from the Holiday Vogue? You probably don't but I don't blame you because I sort of forgot too. But for the past few days I have been working away at the lace coat, which I am knitting from two strands of a 50/50 merino/silk laceweight yarn from Colourmart. I am knitting it on a US 5 needle. But I can't knit on it for long as my hands start to hurt. There is something in the way I use my left hand with these larger needles that is different from when I use small needles and it makes for discomfort after a while. I am also a little worried that I won't have enough yarn even though I am making a cardigan not a coat. Anyway here is a progress picture --


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I have actually done one more repeat since I took that picture. I love the pattern. If I end up without enough of this blue yarn, I will recycle it into a shawl and use some gorgeous purple DK weight that I have to make it. Or maybe I will do that anyway.

Spike and Moe watch from the comfort of their chair --

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Connecting parts

Recently I have been thinking about the way I have this site organized, with Jung At Heart as an umbrella over both this knitting/everyday life blog and the section on my more professional interests and thoughts. And someone suggested to me that having them together undercut my professional presentation.

This brought to mind a quote from Marie Louise von Franz on knitting that I have cited here before:

Everybody who has knitted or done weaving or embroidery knows what an agreeable effect this can have, for you can be quiet and lazy and also spin your own thoughts while working. You can relax and follow your fantasy and then get up and say you have done something! Also the work exercises patience...Only those who have done such work know of all the catastrophes which can happen -- such as losing a row of stitches just when you are decreasing! It is a very self-educative activity and brings out feminine nature. It is immensely important for women to do such work and not give it up in the modern rush. (The Feminine in Fairy Tales, Spring Publications, 1972, p. 40)

So I thought about it all for a good while and even considered briefly taking this part down, but the thought of that made me sad. So I thought some more. And talked with some friends. One of my friends sent me this poem:

Vision begins to happen in such a life
as if a woman quietly walked away
from the argument and jargon in a room
and sitting down in the kitchen, began turning in her lap
bits of yarn, calico and velvet scraps,
laying them out absently on the scrubbed boards
in the lamplight, with small rainbow-colored shells
sent in cotton-wool from somewhere far away,
and skeins of milkweed from the nearest meadow —
original domestic silk, the finest findings —
and the darkblue petal of the petunia,
amid the dry darkbrown lace of seaweed;
not forgotten either, the shed silver
whisker of the cat, 
the spiral of paper-wasp-nest curling
beside the finch’s yellow feather.
Such a composition has nothing to do with eternity,
the striving for greatness, brilliance —
only with the musing of a mind
one with her body, experienced fingers quietly pushing
dark against bright, silk against roughness,
pulling the tenets of a life together
with no mere will to mastery,
only care for the many-lived, unending
forms in which she finds herself,
becoming now the shard of broken glass
slicing light in a corner, dangerous
to flesh, now the plentiful, soft leaf
that wrapped round the throbbing finger, soothes the wound;
and now the stone foundation, rockshelf further
forming underneath everything that grows.

—Adrienne Rich “Transcendental Etude,” in The Dream of a Common Language, 1978

I love the poem and it helped me to see that, though this juxtaposition is uncommon, the way this blog is set up is just right for me. It is about me and how I understand my work and my life. My office is at home, in the middle of my domestic life. I have a basket of yarn in my office -- because I think it is beautiful. I also have there a couple of throws that I knit. I have a tea kettle and offer tea. I used to fantasize having a house that had a big kitchen with a fireplace and I would see my patients there, in front of the fire, sitting at the table and drinking tea. Because for me the kitchen is the place of transformation. So this homey part of my blog, with photos, posts about knitting, recipes and everyday life, is where I locate my work, even the serious part of my work. It’s feminine, it’s me and it belongs. There are things in my professional life that I want to explore more deeply. But those things have grown out of ordinary life -- aging, figuring out what it is to be a woman, working at my story, divorce, all of it. 

When I was in my 20's, in the heydays of second wave feminism, I always felt I had to hide my interest in things domestic. To acknowledge having a domestic life -- cooking, knitting and the like -- was all but a betrayal of what we women were striving for: to be taken seriously as thinkers and doers and not be only relegated to hearth and home. I don't think my friends in graduate school then even knew I loved to cook or that I knitted and crocheted and sewed. And when I got married, it was a point of honor that I do half of the work around the house and not a bit more. 

But that was then. And in the course of growing older and growing up more, I seem to have lost that need to split my life as I did. Maybe this is the gift of third wave feminism to women like me -- that we can bring the parts of our lives together. And in mending the splits in our lives, perhaps we can move toward mending  splits in our husband's and son's lives as well.

As Jung said,

Individuation means becoming an "in-dividual," and, in so far as "individuality" embraces our innermost, last and most incomparable uniqueness, it also implies becoming one's own self. We could therefore translate individuation as "coming to selfhood" or "self-realization." (C.G. Jung, CW 7, para. 266)

St. Brigid's Day

My contribution to The Fourth Annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam:  


       Rememberance 

  

And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing 

which would infinitely enrich your life: 

the powerful, uniquely uncommon, 

the awakening of dormant stones, 

depths that would reveal you to yourself. 

  

In the dusk you notice the book shelves 

with their volumes in gold and in brown; 

and you think of far lands you journeyed, 

of pictures and of shimmering gowns 

worn by women you conquered and lost. 

  

And it comes to you all of a sudden: 

That was it! And you arise, for you are 

aware of a year in your distant past 

with its fears and events and prayers. 

  

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~ 

© Cheryl Fuller, 2007. All  rights reserved.