How the french bread cut my finger..

…and other food-related knitting.

It was just one of those unexpected things. I was so hungry by the time I got home with my lunch and the golden-crusted baguette that I didn’t take the time to cut off a proper piece. As I rudely ripped into the loaf, leaving a jagged edge, I felt a […]

This week in snow, sleet, rain and knitwear

It was Monday morning. As is his habit, Nik stood on my chest long enough to wake me and make known his desire for his 4 a.m. feeding. He does this every morning, like I’d forget or something. Not bloody likely after 13 years. I’m a creature of habit, too, buddy. I know how it […]