And I am in a place I want to be, the AQS Show in Lancaster for the day, and then will see friends who got married about a month after my sweetie and me. I met Jules in PA, though it wasn’t until we were living in GA that our friendship blossomed. And she’s stuck with me now. After this long it’s not likely that we’re parting company any time soon. She quilts too, so bonus!
Today though is one of those days that holds deep, life long memory. Ten years ago today we said good-bye to our dad. It was Palm Sunday. My sweetie and I usually go to Church late in the day, and oddly I was showered and dressed in the morning. When my sister called to let me know what was happening I was able to get ready, and get out of the house, on my way in less than 20 minutes. I know my Sweetie helped facilitate that. And for that I am so grateful. Dad left on his favorite day of the year. April Fools Day. Oh how he loved getting over on his kids, writing Rotten Poetry, writing letters. Today I will have Coke in his honor, and memory.
Look for a couple of facebook live vids from the show floor at least one on the Generation Q Magazine page and one will be on my personal page. If you’re there please say hi. Meeting quilters is a favorite thing.
was what I said to my sister and sister-in-love tonight. We supped at Tazzina in Forest Hills, Queens a place convenient to these two delightful characters. Personally my evening started with a call to the NY City 311 number to report a malfunctioning muni-meter. Parking right in front of the place I thought, “hey this is going to be a quick dash in” so didn’t bother putting on my jacket. Read: Cold Hands!
In reviewing the menu prior to arriving the Roasted Bone Marrow caught my attention and made it to the I have to have this right now part of my brain. The flavor, and buttery texture just had me drooling at the prospect. Taste buds set. Imagine my dismay when a menu change occurred and the Roasted Bone Marrow has moved to the specials list. I mean I understand the reasoning with my brain, however my taste buds, ah not so much. Sigh. Disappointment. sigh. We “settled” for the salumi and cheese board, a delight, sheer delight with almond honey, olives, and house-made caponata. Cheese and honey is a delight not to be missed, creating a sublime taste sensation not to be missed. Add a bit of salty ham and think Meg Ryan in When Harry met Sally. That. Good.
At this point I’m still jonesing for that roasted bone marrow, when the waiter sets a beautiful braised short rib with a pecorino laced polenta, caramelized onions, and roasted brussels sprouts. This writer paused to revel in the beauty of this dish. All I can say is, this is a dish I would have again, and again, and again. This dish almost made up for the shocking lack of Roasted Bone Marrow. I am now beginning to understand, umami, the flavor word of the era, on all the best cooking shows. Rich, and flavorful, falling apart and sublime.
A shared dessert of a gelato trio including hazelnut, strawberry, and vanilla. My sister mentioned that her little one is loving vanilla right now and this gelato lent itself well to this kids current flavor preference. The vanilla served as something of a palate cleanser in between spoons-full of hazelnut and strawberry.
I’m still wanting that roasted bone marrow, but the rest of the food, the waiters, and more importantly the company made the whole experience something to be repeated over, and over again. I’m wondering though…do you think they have a priority call list to alert interested diners when the roasted marrow is available?
Sometimes gifts come in fun and beautiful ways. Debby Brown, friend, quilter, quilting teacher and Handi Quilter Educator. Debby is a quilting bestie, offering encouragement, sage advice and good honest opinions when asked. A darned fined quilter, indeed. I do admire Debby.
The other day Debby and I were chatting and she asked if the mail arrived. It had not. Yesterday she asked again, and my husband handed me a box. Inside a little gift, a tiramisu, a little pick me up of sorts: an adorable fat-eighth, a sparkly pen that will stay with my planner (which I love by the way. Deco-Bob thread (I’ve been wanting to try this one), Wonderfil Tutto (a nod to the article I have in the current issue of Generation Q Magazine). Did you notice that the Tutto is orange? She knows that orange is one of my very favorite colors!
Did you notice that the colors on the front of this issue are purple and orange? Oh my goodness! I totally have to thank Lisa Lauch, our Creative Director, for that. Though I don’t think she really knows that purple and orange are my faves!!
chuao chocolate – mmm chocolate and lip balm, who doesn’t need a good lip balm every now and again. And the sweetest bit: a Longaberger basket. I love Longaberger baskets and I have several around the house that once belonged to Joy. I’d own a few more, they are spendy and worth every, single, hand-crafted inch of their spendiness.
This little pick me up has a purpose and it is received with the joy in which it was intended.
Thanks so much Debby.
This morning I’m heading over to the train show with some family. It’ll be the first time in a couple of years that I’ve been able to go. I love this show…not so much for the trains but for the incredible work that goes into creating these buildings and vignettes. And the flora in the Conservatory is gorgeous. Before we leave I’ll be working on some final prep for Road to California. Tomorrow is laundry and packing as I’m leaving very early Tuesday morning. I can not WAIT for this show. I am really honored that my classes are full. You all are just awesome. I’ll try to blog while I’m there. I plan to blog for Gen Q while I’m there so if I don’t post here I will post there.
Saturday evening I’ll be in the Cherrywood booth demoing quilting. Come on over and visit with Karla Overland and see these gorgeous fabrics.
I gotta tell ya. We loved these little dudes, Barnum and Bailey. I miss coming home from work, traveling and having Barnum chat me up or Bailey lay on his back waiting for his belly to be rubbed. Aww yes our little furry friends we love them and make little sacrifices for them. We chose for years, because these kittens loved to climb up trees,. It was really funny that first year remembering their hike up the tree with those shameful, elizabethan collars clearly indicating a change of their status.
This was the last year we had a tree. Oh yes, it had to go. Sigh. The thought of getting pine pitch out of cat fur, broken Christmas decorations out of the carpet and cats sucking on lights yeah, no. We loved putting up the tree, making our own memories with the Christmas music playing in the background, wassail in our mugs. Okay my mug, not his. But it makes the whole house smell great!
In a few weeks, we’ll put up a tree. I’m looking forward to it.I’m looking forward to wassail simmering on the stove, Christmas music and finding just the perfect tree.
I miss those furry faces though. Barnum and Bailey. The Circus.
We’ll have a Merry Christmas!
PS – I declared Sunday Ask Teri a Machine Quilting Question. I have 2 great ones. If you have any machine quilting questions please post them here and I’ll answer them in a blog post soon.
About 8 years ago I made this quilt for my dad from his ties and some random dupioni silk I had hanging around. This is one of the first feathered stars I ever pieced, thanks to Marsha McCloskey’s book I did fairly well. I need to make one more of these quilts – I just like making them. Kinda fun, labor intensive but fun. And I want to do that circle bit again. perhaps with cotton and starch those circles will be circles rather than almost circles.
Today, we’ve been celebrating Veterans Day, honoring those men and women in uniform who have sacrificed their lives in some way to allow us to experience the freedoms we currently enjoy. My dad served in the military for about 7 or 8 years. myself being born on a military base (now closed). Both dads sister and brother served in the military, as well as Dad’s uncle. Oh there’s probably more!
Dad was a photographer, this particular love lasted his whole life. Here and there are photos of celebrities that he took in the military and in Las Vegas. This particular passion suited him – he remained a rather astute observer, in the background looking for much of what was going on. Sometimes his observations were rather direct and somewhat painful (in that peroxide in a knee scrape kind of way). I knew though that there lived an honest answer.
He had a great and hearty laugh accompanied by a sense of humor that made each one of his children groan, eyes rolling in our heads. You get the picture. When dad traced our family tree the military ran though generations at least as far back as the Civil War here in the states. I know he went back as far as Scotland on the Harris side of the family and how this line of the family ended up here in the states.
I recently learned something really beautiful the other day. Two of my uncles spent part of their time talking to schools about their experience in the 60/70’s one as a guy who went into the military and one as a conscientious objector. Their dad (my moms dad) fought in WWII.
Dad would be honored.