Where did the last two days go? I am losing time. I cannot afford to lose time. Or my mind. Unless that is already lost. Which is why I am losing time?
The third pair of socks is done with one more pair to knit before Christmas. Wanna see?
I thought so.
Here they are anyway.
They are not blocked yet. Maybe tomorrow. But for now I cast on for another hat. Because two sweaters and two scarves are not enough wips.
I made another mini disaster in the kitchen. This time I tried a slow-cooker pork roast. It was tasteless. Completely bland. I made it the same way I make oven-roasted pork roasts. I just don't get it at all. No matter what I do, cooking defeats me. Who ever said the woman has to cook anyway? In this house HIM is the much better cook.
Oh, a funny mini story about cooking. Indulge me. I need all the funny stories I can find.
The Son cooks on Saturdays. If you can call boiling hot dogs and opening a can of baked beans cooking. Every Saturday, the same thing. Endless repetition of the worst food ever created. And when I say that I mean BAD. So last Saturday he did his thing and the guys sat down to eat. Not me. I stay as far away from the kitchen as possible when hot dogs are on the menu.
Well........the guys dug in and suddenly there was a belly-laugh coming from the kitchen. The Son had opened a can of chili. Neither guy was expecting it. I could not have planned it as well. Spewed beans everywhere.
I like chili.
Even more now that the guys have been surprised with it.
So, should I make chili beans today?
They can keep their hot dogs.