Hiya Darling Ones,
In case you don’t have all the minute details of my life committed to memory, I have a big deadline coming up. I have vowed to myself, my family, God, my friend, Em, and anyone else who who will listen that I will finish the catghan by the end of the month.
If you’re unclear of the date, today is March 1537th, 2020. That means I’ve got three days to finish the catghan.
Just to brag, I’ve been crocheting my Floppy Scoop, janky-visioned ass off.
The catghan has 24 panels. So far I’ve created 6 strips of 4 panels and joined 3 of the 6 strips. Three more strips to go and a border and that bad boy will be done.
Instead of bitching about how hard it is to work with black yarn, I’m going to tell you about my two new obsessions, making a bundt cake and baking donuts.
You see while I crochet I either listen to audiobook mysteries or I watch baking/cooking shows. In the past few weeks I’ve watched about 59 episodes of the Spring Baking Championship. I suddenly have a lot of opinions about cream anglaise, pâte à choux, and royal icing.
This is mostly a load of bullshit because aside from monster cookies & banana bread, I hate baking. Too much chemistry, zero room for error, and you don’t know you fucked up until it’s too late.
So why a bundt cake? Because I have a bundt pan, and I’ve never, ever made a bundt cake before. Plus, Sister #4 and I have a birthday next week.
The donuts are for obvious reasons. Donuts are my favorite and I just learned you can make them in the oven. I refuse to deep fry anything in my house ever again after the fried chicken debacle of 2014.
Now when I’m unable to sleep at night I look at bundt cake and donut recipes. It’s oddly soothing.
What are you obsessed with?
Love,
Jodi
Lately I am obsessed with living on and traveling the canals of England and Wales by narrowboat. It’s a whole subculture that is also somewhat entertwined with the van life culture, but slower and more expensive. Picture a houseboat that’s only six feet eight inches wide but up to 70 fret long, traveling a canal network built in the early 1800s, including hundreds and hundreds of manually-operated canal locks. It’s just bizarre enough to be novel but pedestrian enough to be attainable.
Weird, but I love it. Would you be near the Thames? Would become a mudlarker? I’ve read a few mysteries with mudlarking characters.