Knitting Progress: Last night while watching High Fidelity (free for five days from the library, uh-huh, uh-huh) I got almost around to the left underarm of the Poetry In Stitches cardigan. I had gotten to the gusset increases of the 2nd toe-up sock and have lost the generic directions for Judy's You're Putting Me On Socks that I had all filled out! #$%$/£ ! I know I stuffed the pages (and the sock) into my purse when we were going somewhere....


I made a Chicken Curry knock-off from the Chinese restaurant at Metro Senter last night and told Mom I'd give her the general plan (does this qualify as a recipe?):

• boneless, skinless chicken breasts
• milk, flour, butter
• chicken broth (or bullion)
• whatever vegetables appeal to you
• rice

1. Make the sauce : Melt 2 tablespoons butter in a saucepan, add 2 tablespoons flour and heat for a few minutes, whisking it a bit. Add 1 or 2 cups of milk, or a mixture of milk and chicken broth, and simmer for about 5 minutes. Add curry powder, as much as you like.
2. Cut the chicken up into bits and brown them until no longer pink inside.
3. Chop the vegetables and sautee. (I use brocolli, carrots, mushrooms, red and green bell peppers, onions, whatever's in the fridge).
4. Add the chicken and the veggies to the sauce and let the whole thing simmer until you're ready for it. And serve it over rice.
   

Nam. :o)

I've been thinking a bit about the whole knitting-connecting-me-to-the-past thing and remembered reading the following in Chapter 1 of A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking...no, I haven't read the whole thing and yes, I plan to. Someday.

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy...At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "hat you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever young man, very clever," said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"

That last phrase has stuck in my head and comes to me when I'm thinking about connectedness. It's knitters all the way down...