1/28/08

Need to share

I've been struck once again by the proselytizing bug. I have to give you this granola recipe, and do anything in my power to get you to try it. Because it is delicious.


I first had this granola at Lisa and Alex's house, but the recipe was given to us by Katherine, and it says "Megan's Granola" at the top. So thanks to Megan for putting this recipe into circulation, whether or not she is in fact the inventor.

Aside--Megan is also the person who invented (or popularized?) the marvelous "Preggers Punch." Preggers Punch is just some strong fruit juice--cherry, pomegranate, cherry-pomegranate-blueberry--mixed with strong ginger beer, some ice, maybe a lime. And if you happen to be, as they say, expecting, you can drink it at parties where everyone else is drinking alcohol. And it's not just for those who are, you know, in a family way. I think Preggers Punch is Jeff's favorite drink in the world, and he's not in the least, ahem, enceinte. Believe me. I should know (leer, wink). Come to think of it, Preggers Punch would probably also be good spiked, if it turns out that you really do need alcohol to have fun.

But back to granola. Here's the recipe:

Megan's Granola

3 cups oats
3/4 shredded coconut*
1/4 c. brown sugar
1/4 c. maple syrup**
1/4 c. oil
1/2 tsp. salt

fruit and nuts, such as:
1 1/2 c. sliced almonds
1 c. craisins
1 c. golden raisins

Preheat oven to 250 degrees. Mix oats, coconut,*** and brown sugar. In a separate bowl combine the oil, salt, and syrup.**** Combine both mixtures and pour onto sheet pan.

Cook for about an hour (we usually cook it less). Stir at 15 min. intervals, making sure the mixture is spread out on the pan to ensure even browning.

Transfer to bowl and add fruit and nuts.

Store in attractive glass jars.*****

*we don't use coconut because Jeff despises it. Me, I think coconut is the best thing ever. Coconut is sweetness and light. So put it in your granola, please, for me.

**really, I'm not a snob. But maple syrup means maple syrup, OK?

***if you're so lucky as to be able to include coconut

****this is the best part. The oil and syrup make a mysteriously thick and gooey substance when you mix them together. And it's kind of delicious if you're brave enough to admit to yourself that you think a gooey mixture of oil, salt, and syrup tastes good.

*****or, if you're like us, in old spaghetti sauce jars. But you should use the ones that don't still smell like spaghetti sauce, if possible.
I've always made a double batch of this granola--if you have to babysit it every 15 minutes you might as well make a lot at once, and it keeps well in the aforementioned attractive glass jars.

Now, the other thing I have to tell you about. This is really only of interest to knitters, just to warn you.

I recently finished a hat I'd been working on, desultorily, since...well, for a long time. It involved two parts: an outer lace layer, and a solid lining to make it warm. And both parts, when they were done, looked a wee bit small. At Christmas I nearly gave up on the hat and gave it to Eliza, who's 2. But I believe in the power of blocking--that is, getting the thing wet and pinning it out until it dries, so that it keeps the stretched-out shape. It works with wool things, though not the ones you accidentally put through the dryer, because those have probably felted, and that's different. Anyway, I got out my box of T-pins, which are made specially for this purpose, and blocked my hat by pinning it to an old box. This is what it looked like.

See how it says "Chicago Recycles" in the upper right corner there? That's kind of funny, because Chicago totally doesn't. At least, they don't recycle anything from my building. The best I can do is reuse my bag to back my blocking.

All seemed to be going well, until I took out the pins...


and they left rust stains!

This was devastating: I'd been working on this thing forever, and it was ruined just like that. So that's why I have to give you all this warning about deceptive T-pins.

The whole point of T-pins is that they're not supposed to rust when stuck in wet fabric overnight--which is, again, their job. I'm not sure what happened here. These may have been from a box of T-pins I bought at a fabric store, not a knitting store, so possibly there's a difference between "quilter's" and "knitter's" pins? But from now on I'm going to test all my T-pins by sticking them in wet stuff for a long time before I use them on anything I care about.

There's a more or less happy ending, though. I called up my friend The Internet and found out that lemon and salt can help with rust stains, and after much dabbing the spots were diminished enough to be not very noticeable. So that's my last piece of advice for today: rust stains-->lemon and salt.



More sage advice from this well-adorned head next time!

1/15/08

Return of the monkeys

Thanks, Melissa, for probably not minding that I stole this from your blog.

Given how much we all love monkeys around here, how could I not tell you about this? It appears that a monkey (at Duke) made a robot (in Japan) walk. Just by thinking about it.

“It’s walking!” Dr. Nicolelis said. “That’s one small step for a robot and one giant leap for a primate.”

Melissa and I agree that we wish we were scientists.

1/2/08

Winter Wonderlands

Aaaah, the end of the holidays. Really, it feels good to have work that I'm supposed to be doing again. Procrastination just isn't the same without it. And I'm ready to return to a diet of non-rich, non-exciting foods for awhile.

On the other hand, we still have a freezer full of cookies! This is because just before we left we hosted a cookie swap. Cookie swaps are wonderful. I would like to start a movement to replace all Yankee Swaps with Cookie Swaps. Imagine: everyone goes home with something she likes! I recognize that this might rob the holiday of some essential schadenfreude, but I think with enough cookies, we could muffle the pangs.


It's a good idea to arrange your cookie swap with a bunch of mildly competitive and/or perfectionistic people, such as those you might find in a graduate program. They bake very, very good cookies.

After we'd sampled as many as possible, we strolled over to the Point to take a break. High jinks ensued.


Also, lots of cute-couple-y-ness.





Where's the nice photo of me and Jeff, you ask? Well...it pains me to tell you this, but Jeff had eyes only for someone else:


His snow baby. It's true. Jeff loves snow more than me. Just ask him.

At least I had the satisfaction of seeing my rival's head (renamed "Cromwell") stuck up on a post, of sorts, when we went home.


We headed back to New England shortly thereafter, and snow followed us there. (Coincidence, Jeff? Hmmm?) So we got to spend a snow day with Jeff's niece Eliza, reading books,


horsing around,
And generally being super cute.

Jeff took Eliza on a sledding trip


and ended up very sweaty.


Almost as adorable are Eliza's parents, Katherine and Alex, who were our gracious hosts for several days.


Can we look at the reading-books photos again?


Awww.

Before long it was time to get Christmassy, so we started decorating. Jeff perched a member of my parents' Santa collection on the roof of the manger.


We're secularists.

And Christmas is about presents, after all. Laurel and Julia gave me a yoga mat, which they had shipped to Chicago, but Julia cleverly wrapped up a rolled piece of construction paper--purple, of course.

Mom and Dad, enablers of my knitting habit, got me a gift certificate to a local yarn producer. It came with little pieces of all the available yarn, and Mom and I got to spend some quality time figuring out the differences between Shetlands and Fishermans--and picking the nicest colors.


Clearly I could have used some help parting my hair.

Christmas Day always ends up looking like this at our house:


It used to be that Jenny would put on Star Wars and everyone would fall asleep on the couch, but now people play with their electronics and fall asleep on the couch. Jeff got one of the brand-spankin'-new Amazon Kindles, and he loooooves it. Watch out, snow.

It's about time I got back to my freezer full of cookies...I mean, to that kale in the fridge. Or both. So happy new year, everyone!

Whee!