2003-07-29 - 10:14 p.m.
I downloaded a bunch of stuff off the digital camera tonight from the past couple of weeks. Good stuff. Tomorrow you can expect pix from the trip Cec and I took to the beach, plus Art Teacher's Baptism, a Gnostic study with Ethiopian art influences. God, it's beautiful. He's beautiful.
Here's the back panel of Puppy Love.
If you're thinking that it looks big for a kid only a month old, you're right. This will be her Christmas present. Plus it'll shrink significantly when washed. I just wanted it done very early, since my list of Christmas knitting is tremendously long. Why exactly did I decide to hand-make all my gifts this year? At any rate, here's the right sleeve and right front panel. Eventually there'll be two bone-shaped connectors for the cardigan. So.Effing.Cute.
Stay with me; we're about to transition.
Having someone live with me for a few days brought back potent reminders of how much I love to cook for others. Catering was so much fun sometimes. There's nothing better than working out menus that suit a client's budget, dietary restrictions...all that good stuff. One of my favorite people to personal chef for was a state worker who ate no meat or dairy, but did eat fish. She ate a lot of Thai and Vietnamese food when I cooked for her - and she loved every bit of it. She was also tremendously adaptable. When I had a little talk with her about using farmed tilapia instead of, for instance, the highly overfished sea bass, she went with the suggestion immediately. I couldn't have asked for a more cooperative client.
Then there were the other kinds of people, including one woman who believed in raw foodism. Talk about the worst kind of California bullshit. Raw fooders eat only vegan foods not heated above 118 degrees Farenheit--otherwise it "kills the natural enzymes". Yeah, ok, whatever. All I know is that processing raw organic cauliflower and raw tamari in the Cuisinart and calling it Mashed Potatoes violated every fiber of my being. Ew ew ew! Can you imagine the digestive system of this woman? Even worse, can you imagine having the cubicle next to her? Gak.
That's enough gas talk for one night, thanks.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to have lunch with all five of our IT guys from the office. It should be a lot of fun. Hanging out with them gives me a chance to talk geek and sports. Mmm, geek. Mmm, sports. Mmm, testosterone in an office usually full of estrogen.
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