What’s on the needles: I’m about to examine the first three rows of the Wallace wrap from Brooklyn Tweed. I had to start it anew when I realized I had five rows of ribbing instead of the prescribed five rows of Seed Stitch. So, I was cavalierly knitting it in the carpool line at school and did not accurately record what row I had just finished. Hence, the close examination.
What’s on the pages: I am still reading The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin. I like it, and every time I go back to it, I’m happy I did. But it’s not begging me to read it, which means I’ve also picked up The Odyssey by Daniel Mendelsohn and that is calling to me. And what I mean by that is I’m thinking about it when I’m not reading it, so it may get read before I finish The Immortalists. I justify this transgression by telling myself The Odyssey is from the library and I’ll have to return it within two weeks.
What’s in the oven: On Saturday I made both cupcakes to celebrate the birthday of the twins and Brown Butter Cornbread to compliment the takeout BBQ from RedBones. The cornbread, sad to say, was a bust. Too moist and too cornmeal-y. Adding salt to the wound, I used up the last bit of our maple syrup making that cornbread and now I don’t have any syrup for the rest of the week. Boo.
Why “and Twenty-Three Years”? Because today, twenty-three years ago, I married the love of my life, the father of my children and my best friend.