Saturday, May 26, 2007

Wine and happiness and knitting

I was thinking about the fact that most knitters don't drink amazing wine. I wonder why?
I mean, they're happy when they get a knitting or fiber related wine that has a name like "Funky Llama" (real wine, btw), but wouldn't everyone be happier if they got a wine with a real, solid fiber link that tasted really, really good?


So, here it is, the beginning of a short list of wines that are made by folks with a real fiber content:


Owen Roe (I see you frowning. Owen Roe? What's up with that?)
Google the wines.
He's a Irishman who makes amazing wines in Oregon, and the last time I went to a trade tasting (His name's not Owen btw...) he and I had a nice little chat about his sheep. He owns sheep. and shears them. and makes cheese out of their milk. He's a sheep guy.

I like the Abbot's Table. It's not super-expensive, it's a fun blend, and it's complex and lovely.

Of course, he's got a second lable, as well, that's less expensive.
O'Reilly's. He makes a stunning dry, citrusy Pinot Gris that's amazing.

So, drink handmade wine. With real fibery content, not just some stupid name.

We fiber people value so many things handmade...there seems to be bleed over from the fiber stuff into the slow food movement and eating local. Think about the booze.

My focus at Cheese Wonderland (not it's real name) is handmade, organic or sustainable or biodynamic wine that's made by people and not by machine.

It's not all expensive, and it's not all snotty, and really, it tastes better.

Try it.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

My rock n' roll life

Or not. Depends on how you view it.

The good doctor has taken up rock. He's learning how to play. Rock. Loud.


I am not learning to play. Not even rock. Because I don't want to.


The Teva Loop Lace Whatever sweater, however...that will be beat into submission today. Come hell or high water, I will have that sweater sewn and kitchnered, buttoned and washed today. Period.


I have massive amounts of leftovers from Sunday's get together. I think we had many people say 'yes, I will come', then remember it was mother's day, and not come. I have a whole roasted chicken with lavender, sage, rosemary, garlic and lemon in my fridge. Chicken salad sandwiches, here I come.


Russon played the fuck out of that cello. It was amazing...awsome. It was great meeting his mom, and frankly, I got to catch up with people in a way that would have been impossible if we had more people over, so it was a blessing.

Yesterday, was awesome, and sad. Awesome because it was a whole day with nothing on my plate. Alan and Chris and I went on the long walk to ice cream, and sadly, Peterson's has closed. Sniff.

However, it didn't suck just to walk around Oak Park, look at great plants and housed and just soak up the pre-summer day.

Amazing day it was.