Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Sick knitting

Patient is a standard 175-yard skein of Koigu KPPPM, color code P812, dye lot 122. 100% merino. Color is good, stitches per inch normal. Proceed as planned, cast on 648 stitches.
Things are going downhill fast, doctor! The 648 stitches have reduced, but not enough! The stitch count is too high! TOO HIGH! Ruffles are apparent, color looks bad. Patient responds to painful stimuli, but just barely. What should we do?!?
It doesn't look good. Apply Grey's Anatomy themed stitch marker, STAT!
It's no use doctor - patient is tacky, stitch count thready. Cut the LVAD wire, nurse. It's too late for this one. I'll go inform the next of kin....

A weighty matter

Clotilde has posted an updated weights & measures conversion chart on her blog. I love it! The one thing that often stops me from baking is the thought of cleaning all the little measuring cups and spoons. Sure, I have a dishwasher, but doesn't it always happen that you measure out some oil, belatedly realizing that you need the same cup to measure out flour? DOH! Yeah I know in the strictest sense you should use different measuring cups for liquids and dry ingredients, but that is so not happening in my kitchen. But I love just plopping my mixing bowl on my Salter kitchen scale, hitting the tare button, and pouring in ingredients with nary a dirty cup or spoon in sight. This is the way we'll all cook in the future. To the future!

Goin' back to Cali

Ah, South California..... Just got back from an extended weekend in LA and its suburbs.
I got a little culture at the Museum of Contemporary Art, although I'd like to go back in time and NOT look at the piece that was made out of buttons, shells, and a thumb. Maybe it wasn't a real thumb, but if a dead sheep can be art, why not a thumb? There was a neat sculpture made of airplane parts in the courtyard.
Then we went over to the Pacific Design Center to see a photography exhibit.
Right around the corner on Melrose is Le Pain Quotidien, where we sat on the deck and had a nice snack of bread, sun-dried tomatoes, pesto, proscuitto, and fresh ricotta cheese.
There were a fair number of "fabulous" people there, including a pair of skinny older men wearing space boots and young women with metallic hobo bags and huge bling-y sunglasses. It struck me as weird that everyone left their sunglasses on while eating. It was shady on the porch, so there wasn't a need for sunglasses. And how do you have a proper conversation with someone if you can't see their eyes? I think that breaks some primal rule of communication. Maybe I'm just not fabulous enough to understand. After lunch, we drove down Melrose Avenue, passing such chic joints as Marc Jacobs, Paul Smith, and Me&Ro. Turning onto Sunset, we headed into the residental areas of Beverly Hills and Bel-Air, which is exactly what you'd expect. Here are some out-the-window shots.
Near Malibu we passed the Getty Villa, the sister location of the Getty Museum that I visited last month.
Crossing through Topanga Canyon yields some lovely views of Woodland Hills.
And somewhere there's a never-nude who is very, very sad.
Last stop, Chocolatine in Thousand Oaks for some fabulous pastries and chocolates to go. We tried the chili pepper, lavender, rosemary, and pistachio chocs.
I also enjoyed Porto's Bakery in Burbank, which has one of the largest bakery cases I've ever seen. And their excellent pastries are ridiculously cheap. A chocolate eclair, almond danish, pineapple cheese danish, and a chocolate croissant totaled $4.90. And these are some seriously good (and good-sized) pastries. Tell me, where else can you find a huge, flaky pastry filled with sweet almond paste and dusted with powdered sugar and almond slices for 95 cents? Where? 'Cause I'm moving there.