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tags: crafty me
Because, you know, I go on so many picnics. Actually, no, but it seems like it would be a fun thing to do. And then last year when I decided that I must learn how to sew, you know, with like patterns and instructions and stuff (as opposed to just winging it) I came across these in one of my sewing books and thought: it's rectangle, it's flat, I can totally do this. And then two, three, four, I don't know how many months went by and I finally got around to it.
I kind of have a love/hate relationship with sewing. I assume love must trump hate otherwise I wouldn't keep doing it. I love making homemade gifts (I was on an apron kick a while back), I love the attention to detail part, it's just that fabric is an imperfect medium (and let's face it, I am an imperfect person) and that's the part that drives me bonkers. But in a good way, sewing has taught me that the whole omg it must be perfect thing I've usually got going on is really rather stupid. Sometimes you just have to let go, ya know?
I think the other reason sewing appeals to me is due to my split personality with respect to The Rules. I love rules. I am bound by rules. I freak out when there are no rules. And then, I totally break them. Like with the aprons. I got halfway thru the first one and thought, well, the pocket isn't wide enough, and the apron isn't long enough, and the ties are just stupid...and then by the third one I was mostly back to winging it. So on one hand I get patterns and instructions and rules, and on the other hand if I don't follow them it's not really the end of the world. That said, I don't make clothes because, yeah, that would just be tragic.
I'll let you guess how old I am today. :)
(Also, I'm not panicking. It feels good.)
So maybe it was just beginner's luck, but our party went off without a hitch. I didn't cut myself, I didn't burn myself, it's like I had a guardian kitchen angel or something. Who is the patron saint of chefs, anyone know? (Googling, googling... LOL, Saint Martha)
I only have this one photo for you because the birthday boy took it - there just wasn't time to make flower arrangements AND food AND take photos. You'll just have to trust me that it all looked very pretty. That's a caramelized onion tart on puff pastry I'm holding up - the rest of the menu included:
1. Feta Salsa: I doubled everything but the sundried tomatoes, and skipped the olive oil because the tomatoes were packed in oil. This was a HUGE hit.
2. Guacamole: nothing fancy here, just the standard Joy of Cooking recipe. I asked them how much heat they wanted and the answer was little to none, so I thought maybe people would think it was bland, but it was also a big hit.
3. White bean and roasted red pepper dip
4. Fresh spinach dip with yogurt and basil
1. Caramelized onion, goat cheese and fig jam
2. Fontina, red onion, watercress and grape
3. Artichoke and green olive
4. Tomato, basil and balsamic vinegar
Then we had the aforementioned onion tarts, garlic semolina crackers with ricotta, a meat and cheese tray, crudites with celery, bell pepper, cherry tomato, carrot, cucumber and radishes, and we ended the night with adorable little boxes filled with chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal cranberry cookies and various candies.
Anne did an amazing job with the flowers and OMG super mcduper extra big thanks to my future sister-in-law Erin The Great who not only provided us with a very necessary extra set of hands, but totally knows her way around a kitchen, and also washed and dried and rewashed and redried (ad infinitum) every single dish, bowl, spoon, fork, cutting board, so on and so forth.
The party was Saturday and from beginning to end a 12 hour day for us. I had every intention of falling into bed when I got home and sleeping til noon, but my brain had other plans and I got up at 6:30 on Sunday. WTF, brain? Seriously, I woke up feeling like I'd just got off tour. So I did the only reasonable thing I could do - parked my ass on the couch, watched Buffy, and ate my body weight in pizza.
Tomorrow is another big day for me, but we'll get to that tomorrow...
Things I accomplished this week:
Baked 200+ cookies
Made 100+ crackers
Caramelized 8 pounds of onions
Made a metric fuckton of fig jam
Made 8 zillion trips to 3 different grocery stores
...and still managed to write a bunch of code.
I know, I'm awesome, right? Don't feel too bad for me though cuz I also managed to fit in at least 2 seasons of Buffy. Hey, a girl needs her mindless guilty pleasures. Don't judge!
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