As usual, we all got together for a big meal. My responsibility was the procurement of burgers and baked beans. Notice that I said "my responsibility." My partner Jeff doesn't like to be bothered with such things. However, to his credit he always will help if I need it.
Anyway, coming from a southern family, I learned that when you cook, you don't cook for a few, you cook for many. Now I'm deadly serious here. In my family, you make food in batches large enough to feed all of Christ's soldiers and then have enough left overs for the Second Coming.
For example, my Aunt Mimi's, (pronounced Mem-ee, it's a Louisiana thing) gumbo recipe calls for a bunch of celery. Now, in a normal world, you would think that this would mean a few of these, maybe four or five.
Anyway, this is the approach that I also use in cooking. I can't help it. Here is the Vat O'Beans that debuted on the 4th.
I also thought I would try my hand at some of these.
Our neighbours LOVE deviled eggs. Which is great, because we love them too. Actually, I think that they are a total pain in the butt to put together. However, being a good mo, I thought I would step out of the norm and do something a little different. I dyed the eggs in beet juice and kicked up the filling by adding wasabi. Then, the finishing touch was to add a sprinkle of hot, smoked paprika. I'm calling them Red Devil Deviled Eggs. They were the bomb.
So, what was Jeff doing while I was busy in the kitchen? Why, he was enjoying his Holiday. See....
The 4th wasn't all cooking and watching my partner relax; it also had a good amount of fiber fun thrown in.
I'm still working on those three fleeces of mine. So, I decided it was time to do some combing while the beans baked. Here is the Tub O'Wool before I started.
Here is the wool after the first pass with the comb.
Pulling it into roving...
And, here it is all ready for the spinning wheel.
Here is my afternoon's take.
Now, on the left are all the nasty bits that you get after you comb your wool. Most people throw this away. I'm too cheap to do that. Plus it seems to be such a waste. I actually go back and spin the nasty bits.
Here is a hank of some merino spun up from the nasty parts.
Oh, and here is the Tub O'Wool after all that combing.
Well, I'm thinking it's time for me to hit the gym. I'm almost done with pattern writing; so, I'll definitely have some knitting to show next time.