Extra Virgin
I am not a big fan of the typical breakfast fare, unless I am gulping it down sometime after 4:00am, in a New York City diner, and only as a chaser to a fair amount of drink. A review of the contents of our refrigerator offered either string beans and fish (which will be my lunch) or pasta. Since I live with three men who dislike tomato sauce (I will give you a minute...), I have to find some other topping optin for my noodles.
The most obvious answer is to top it off with olive oil, salt, pepper, and grated cheese. Several months ago, I won the battle. Kraft Grated Cheese is no bought or consumed in this household. Back to the olive oil. I discover Wesson. No. A brand of olive oil that is suspicious close to my surname, but it is Extra Light Olive Oil. Sesame oil, etc. Where is the Extra Virgin Olive Oil. I am thankful that Joe wasn't home to witness my madness.
I will not say that my olive oil snobbery is a result of my Italian heritage. But I will say that my mother (of Polish descent) kept at least three varieties of olive oil in her larder (I love that word). Everyone knows that Extra Virgin is the oil for salads and pasta. Extra Light? Well, that is cooking oil. I could not explain this to Joe rationally, after all, he is a man who breaks his pasta in half before dropping it in water that has not yet reached the roiling boil stage. I would watch, fighting the waves of sickness, as his kids then used a knife and fork to cut up the mushy spaghetti! Like Kraft Grated Cheese, broken pasta, tepid water, and cut pasta have died in this household.
In celebration of my Knitty Board Secret Pal Booty, I decided that my next knitting project must include cabling. Because work is looming, I do not have the needed time to peruse my small pattern collection, Knitty, MagKnits, or any of the countless websites and blogs that offer patterns. I did find this in Rowan Calmer.
Lovely, but... But. A knitted, cabled tube top? Maybe I am in the minority on this one, but I typically prefer to cover my neck and shoulders when there is a chill in the air. I will just assume that my boobs are already covered, literally, by my bra and shirt. This falls under the same category as the chunky, sleeveless turtleneck. Very pretty, but not very practical.
Maybe that is exactly why Soul should be my next project. My life cold use a touch of whimsy and impracticality at this time. I'm gonna knit me a boob tube!
The most obvious answer is to top it off with olive oil, salt, pepper, and grated cheese. Several months ago, I won the battle. Kraft Grated Cheese is no bought or consumed in this household. Back to the olive oil. I discover Wesson. No. A brand of olive oil that is suspicious close to my surname, but it is Extra Light Olive Oil. Sesame oil, etc. Where is the Extra Virgin Olive Oil. I am thankful that Joe wasn't home to witness my madness.
I will not say that my olive oil snobbery is a result of my Italian heritage. But I will say that my mother (of Polish descent) kept at least three varieties of olive oil in her larder (I love that word). Everyone knows that Extra Virgin is the oil for salads and pasta. Extra Light? Well, that is cooking oil. I could not explain this to Joe rationally, after all, he is a man who breaks his pasta in half before dropping it in water that has not yet reached the roiling boil stage. I would watch, fighting the waves of sickness, as his kids then used a knife and fork to cut up the mushy spaghetti! Like Kraft Grated Cheese, broken pasta, tepid water, and cut pasta have died in this household.
In celebration of my Knitty Board Secret Pal Booty, I decided that my next knitting project must include cabling. Because work is looming, I do not have the needed time to peruse my small pattern collection, Knitty, MagKnits, or any of the countless websites and blogs that offer patterns. I did find this in Rowan Calmer.
Lovely, but... But. A knitted, cabled tube top? Maybe I am in the minority on this one, but I typically prefer to cover my neck and shoulders when there is a chill in the air. I will just assume that my boobs are already covered, literally, by my bra and shirt. This falls under the same category as the chunky, sleeveless turtleneck. Very pretty, but not very practical.
Maybe that is exactly why Soul should be my next project. My life cold use a touch of whimsy and impracticality at this time. I'm gonna knit me a boob tube!
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