I decided, lunch on crackers today. |
Homemade beef taquitos, Dick has had a few hundred of these when traveling to CA. Buying them at a Little League game out there is like buying hotdogs in the east. |
There are a couple tips I would like to "pass on" to my knitting friends. Some may already know but this week was the first time for me. How did I find the easier, neater way to do things. I was desperate and googled my problem. Normally when I knit socks I don't change colors but this time there were many changes of colors on 3 special pairs. My little grandsons wanted
me to make socks in their football team colors. I can do that.....it was quite a feat finding sock yarn in yellow and purple. The black, red, white and blue no problem. Mission accomplished and the socks are 2 pair down, one to go. For the Baltimore Ravens fan it is purple and black. The New England Patriots, red, white and blue. Of course the Pittsburgh Steelers fan is yellow and black. That is a lot of stripes. When changing colors on the ribbing of a sock cuff...always knit the first row. Then you can continue the other rows in ribbing. Trust me, you will not see that one knitted row, it blends in. If you don't knit it the purling of the ribbing will look funny, as in wrong side out. The next tip is how to keep the first row of color change level or jogless as the video calls it. I wish I had found this out years ago when making beanies and sweaters! How simple, why didn't I think of it...
It must have been told a few times in the valley, Cheryl pickles deer hearts. When the gals and I went shopping the first day of buck season I came home to find 2 nice sized deer hearts soaking in bowls. One from my son in law and one from the New Jersey camp. How great is that? In the freezer they went for another special occasion for my family of hunters. That quart I pickled for Hunter's Supper, only a few pieces left in it. The guys like to open the refrigerator, take a look and it will be gone.
Here is a picture that I found on a friend of a friends fb page and just had to have it. This is Eleanor Dingman, Dorothy Dingman's mom. If you grew up in our area and about my age you will know who I am writing about. This was Eeanor's first time visiting the ocean. Why I like this picture, it captured the Eleanor I knew and I wouldn't expect any other reaction.
The era of women wearing dresses and always carrying a pocket book or purse. |
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