Hi. So it's been a long week, here's a quick run-down:
I went to a seminar on photographic copyright (for archives) in Albany last Friday. Look at me, being all studious.
Albany is only an hour away from Rhinebck, NY, so obviously I had to go.
So yes, I went to Rhinebeck on Saturday. I met a blog reader named Victoria (thank you for saying hi!), Little Sir tried fried dough for the first time and now refers to it as "dough with snow."
It was fun, but when you are almost 8 months pregnant, nothing that involves much walking (or any physical activity, really) is going to be all that exciting. We got there late and left early, but I managed to purchase exactly what I was hoping to. I sweater's worth of grey aran weight yarn (for a sweater for Special K) and 3 silk caps because I have no idea what to do with them, but I thought it would be fun to try and figure out (this is the way most disasters start, of course).
Modest; but, sufficient, all the same.
I started working on a plethora of wip's I'd left sitting in various project bags. They were all brown or predominantly brown and sort of sad and depressing, I didn't even bother taking photos because it would have been a parade of brown--not so visually appealing when viewed en masse. In need of color, I started (or rather, restarted) a baby garment with jubilant blasts of color. It should be finished soon, so that's something.
And last night, while watching Pushing Daisies, I made pie (of course).
Chocolate - Macadamia Nut Tart courtesy of Martha. I thought it was just okay, but the pie was gone within 15 minutes of my setting it out at work and the dishes washed and dried, so I guess others thought it pretty tasty.
That or they found that splash of bourbon in the pie appealing, I have no idea. I think my taste buds are all wonky right now, what with the hormones (or whatever), so my taste assessments probably shouldn't be trusted at this time.
I didn't have unsalted butter, so I substituted regular butter (salted) and eliminated the salt prescribed by the recipe. Also, there was no way 2.5 cups of macadamia nuts was going to fit in my tart pan. Martha called for an 11 inch tart pan, mine was ten. I only used a cup of nuts, so I have enough to make another tart...which I might do since I have more patee sucree dough in my fridge (the dough recipe was pulled from Joy of Cooking, 1972 reprint, natch).
Aside from all that, work is crazy right now (I am moving into a new space after a major renovation) with it being a celebratory weekend of sorts, fall reuninon, homecoming, etcetera. Oh, and yes, I am 33 weeks pregnant. So, you know, I'm not tired at all.
If you are into picture peeping, there is a smallish (so you won't be overwhelmed and because I am lazy) Rhinebeck set of pictures over in my flickr world, knock yourselves out. Otherwise, see you soon with a cute and colorful FO!