Well, it’s not all hair-pulling and freaked-out barfing and loose teeth around here. We still find time to designate for a dizzying array of domestic distractions. Companion has been on an absolute canning spree, which either means he’s secretly pregnant and nesting, or there’s something about the apocalypse he hasn’t told me about. Don’t you hate it when they hold out on you like that?
As Xtian Materialism Day is approaching, he decided to do the roll call of all the jars.
Plum! Blackberry! CROOOOOW!
Just kidding. There’s no crow flavor.
On Sunday some friends came over and one half of the couple made quince jam and jelly with him, while the remaining lazy people indolently rolled around on the couch, discussing Britney Spears and law school, being glad that their interest in jam began and ended at eating it.
They worked for about four hours, and because the quinces were overripe, it only yielded something like seven jars, three of which were jelly. The jelly is very beautiful. There was leftover jelly that did not fit into a jar, so it was placed into a dish. This prompted me to get out the goat cheese, the gruyere, some crackers, and the chorizo. Chocolate may have been involved. I am a food hedonist.
Here you see quince jam and jelly, with chorizo in repose. Chorizo is fashion.
Companion, house baketress and seamstress and who knows what else, has delved into the world of pain au chocolat. He says this was to use up the quality leftover Halloween candy, but I know better. He just likes to bake.
We rounded the weekend off with everyone’s favorite, hand turkeys! It’s not Fangsgiving without hand turkeys.
I finally realized that every dopey tradition I do comes from the time I was happy when I was a kid, which was before I was six and still living with my grandmother. I think I am thisclose to making one of those crochet dollies that hides the extra TP. Someday we are going to own a beautiful house and the inside will be wood-panelled and done in trailer decor. Could it get classier around here? Probably not.
We, also, have leftover Halloween candy. I don’t know if that means we are adults who don’t pig out on the candy right away because We Know Better, or if that means we got crappy Halloween candy. Probably the latter.
Love your hand turkeys and the fact that you do them with the chitlins. Have always wanted to with Boycheese but it gets skipped every year. Inspiration to do it for sure this time!
Also, had to explain what NaChoPoMo and accompanying draw-ring represented to Boycheese; normally would not be a problem cept now the lil evil genius can read. Blargh. And yes, I lied my arse off and said it was people poking their nachos. Oy.
I approve of this lying to children when it’s important. Why waste it on Santa, etc? Save it for when they catch you looking at teh pr0ns.
No, no! You need to cover the tp with a crocheted sushi roll. http://crochetme.com/issue_1/sushi_tp_cover.html
It’s much more hip than a doll in a southern belle dress, although no boobies for the kids to ogle while on the can. Or was that just me?
Wow!
Happy Fangsgiving! When I saw the hand turkeys I turned to my husband and said, “I cant wait until we have children and we can do all these artsy-crafty things!” ^.^
You don’t have to wait. I made my prespawn friends do it.
I was freakin’ holding out for the jar of crow. :(