Happy Hanukkah, for those who celebrate! I've been doing some holiday crafting, and by little, I mean a real little. My niecelet AJ has been feeling poorly, and it's Hanukkah, so I sat down and made her a kitty.
This is based on the pattern for "Steve" from Denyse Schmidt Quilts. The kitty perhaps looks even more unwell than AJ's been feeling, what with her wonky eyes, crooked head, and general drunken demeanor. Thank goodness she's supposed to be "folk arty," which to me means "made after several swigs of moonshine" or, as Adrian suggested, "by firelight alone." I am not good at sewing. It was the cause of poor grades in Home Ec, along with that one time we put a cup of salt in the hot cocoa instead of a teaspoon.
I did have to embroider the mouth twice because the first time it was Just. Too. Scary. for a 5-year old. Sadly the corduroy isn't that forgiving, so now Moonshine Kitty has a shadow mouth.
Whoops! Well, looking delightfully handmade is all the rage these days.
In related news, Curtain up! Light the lights! It's the first night of Hanukkah!
If you're celebrating, Happy Festival of Lights. Have an extra latke for me!
And I leave you from an image from this year's Spiders holiday party, hosted Chez Fig and Plum. There was gløgg. And a pumpkin stuffed with everything good. And this delicious concoction too. It was a good time, as you can see.
No, that is not a can of original Four Loko you see.
Happy holidays, everyone!
Brussels Sprouts with Bacon and Herbs
6 oz. bacon, cut crosswise into 1-inch-wide pieces
1 lb. brussels sprouts, washed and trimmed - larger sprouts quartered, smaller sprouts halved
1 1/2 tsp. chopped fresh oregano, sage, or thyme (we used thyme)
3/4 tsp. sea salt
1 1/2 tsp. fresh lemon juice
pepper to taste
Meyer and Romano say that back in the day, a side of brussels sprouts was a dependable way to kill sales of a dish, but that they have noticed they are now winning people over. As for me, I DESPISED them until recently, when I discovered that it was not the sprouts but (sorry Mom) my mother's way of cooking them that was to blame. Poor sprouts: for all these years I blamed you!