My favorite librarian sent me this link…snappy new knitting website called Twist Collective. Amazing socks people…go look. I mean NOW.

Seriously folks, why do we teach them to talk? This is little sis demanding a snack - now. A refreshing one.

Little sis is slowly gearing up for school. You might notice she is now sporting a super shiny pair of pink glasses.

We’ve had her cousin here the past day or so. Last night she asked little sis why she needed glasses…I am recording the conversation for myself…feel free to roll your eyes and move on.

cousin - “Why do you need glasses?”

little-sis - “Because my mom said so”

cousin - “Can you see without them?”

little-sis - “Of course!”

cousin - ” So you don’t really need them.”

little-sis “Yes I do! My eye is lazy!”

Some explanation, both bis-sis and their cousin are writhing with jealousy that she gets glasses and they don’t.

To be honest I am having the hardest time adjusting. I was already in the throws of “my baby is going to kindergarten” and now I am fighting off “my poor baby needs glasses” with a big ol’ stick. Frankly my “poor baby” considers them the ultimate fashion accessory and is completely thrilled at all the attention.

The only problem is they make it hard for her to suck her thumb, but they are shiny and worth it. (Aren’t most shiny things?) The case is red and she calls it her suitcase. It goes it everywhere. It is amazing to see how careful she is being with them. For posterity I also have to say some of her clumsiness is making more sense what with the lazy eye and all. I also feel a little better about her mastery of the alphabet…a few months back we figured out she didn’t know W or K. 24/26 letters isn’t so bad, right?

As a side note I cannot help but wonder what I would get if I demanded refreshment? Yarn? A nap? What would you want.

So the figs are ripening around here…I have no idea what variety they are. They came with the house. I have to head out pretty early to fight off the chipmunks.

I got roughly a gallon over the last few days. The husband loves them, me, not so much. Since no human could or should eat a gallon of figs in a few days, I decided to try fig jam.

I sort of followed the recipe from Pick Your Own. I cut way back on the sugar…ours are pretty sweet as it is. I used 5 cups chopped figs to 1 1/2 cup sugar and 1/4 cup lemon juice. I don’t use pectin (too cheap to but any!), but if you boil slowly for about an hour or so they gel pretty well. All of this made exactly 3 half pint jars. Sorry for the bad pic, but at least here you can see the speckled a bit. Fig preserves are pretty if nothing else.

We also did more tomatoes the other night. I tried making paste. A LOT of work!! 15 tomatoes ended up making 1/2 pint plus a few extra teaspoons. I think the tomatoes we have right now are too juicy, maybe I’ll try it next time with Roma tomatoes. The stuff tastes amazing, but I am not yet convinced it is worth it.

We went to the Lakeside Farmer’s Market yesterday evening. Right around the corner and I didn’t even know it existed. According to the husband it’s new. Oddly one of the things he covers at the paper is the local farmers market scene. There is quite the soap opera going on right now…apparently someone is trying to pass off produce as Virginia Grown when is isn’t. Controversial Cantaloupes and the like. Community journalists round up a lot of wackos in their jobs.

Anyhoo, we ran into our pal Mike. He and his wife retired to run a pepper farm and now sell at several of the local markets. Things were closing down when we got there and he kindly unloaded all his tomatoes. I got 53 pounds for a mere $20. Let that sink in a minute…that’s $0.40 a pound.

So, back on the home-front, what does one do with 53 pounds of tomatoes? Can, if you can. It really isn’t so hard…lots of boiling, but nothing impossible. My goal is to have at least 40 pints of crushed tomatoes put up by this fall. I am doing just part of the batch today. That’s around 23 pounds. We use a lot of tomatoes, so I am not sure this will be enough, but it can’t hurt.

I am following the guidelines here. They are the from the University of Georgia. The do I wish I had was a hand-held blender. The one from my baby food making days is long gone, but it would give a nice texture.

The only big modification I make is the cutting our the cores part. Frankly it takes to long. After I peel the skin I just crush them by hand into my pot, pull out the core and there you go. Messy, but a lot of fun.
For the record 23 pounds = 15 pints.

As a total side note I have been knitting like mad. We’re in a coll snap…highs only to the mid 80’s! I know, but for here that’s down right chilly. I also want to do a sweater for big sis sort of similar to the one Kit Kitrage wears at the beginning of the movie. I am thinking that Cascade Superwash might do the trick.

We went berry picking on Thursday with my parents. This was so much fun, and I am so sorry we forgot the camera. Between the five of us we got a little over 20 pounds of berries. At $2 a pound this is a great deal.

My jam recipe is about 5 1/2 pounds of berries to 3 1/2 cups of sugar. These berries have been pretty sweet, so it might need adjusting. I do not use pectin, as I don’t mind it a bit runny.

Boil until thick enough for you (I put a plate in the fridge and then put some of the jam on it to cool to see if it has set). Pack into jars with 1/2 inch of headspace, and I process 15 minutes in a boiling water bath for pint sized jars.

The girls dressed up to play Laura and Mary - translation “Little House on the Prairie”. In the background you can see our almost finished kitchen. (Yay!)

And a parenting tip…if you get the kids hooked on the Little House books you can trick them into doing almost anything. We haven’t had a dishwasher since February, and this summer has been heaven… all I had to do was remind them that Laura and Mary did the dishes…viola, new dishwashers.

I love Dover Press…in unhealthy ways. For a while now I’ve subscribed to their free weekly sampler. Great stuff.

McCain and his wife…notice the bullet proof vest.

Anyhoo…they are now offering McCain and Obama paper dolls. I am thinking the girls might need a set. Especially since big sis has been taking such an interest in the election this year. She was pro-Hilary (a girl thing) but now she is pro McCain. She says she doesn’t like Obama because “All he ever talks about is change, and if you are he president you should like America and not want to change it all the time. AND he never says what he is going to change it to.” Her words.

The Obamas, so as not to show any preference to either candidate. All authentic outfits.

It is funny, as a teacher I try pretty hard to keep my opinions to myself. When politics come up I’ll ask questions, or point out a news story, but I really don’t want to preach my point of view. Especially with coaching debate, I really want them to analyze it for themselves, and really just look at stuff from a different point of view. It probably doesn’t hurt that as an army brat my parents were not allowed to be members of political parties of outwardly display preferences in races (folks are often surprised by this…)

But at home?

We’re trying pretty hard to just keep our opinions to ourselves and let her be interested. The husband is a journalist, so a lot of politics get discussed at home. Little-sis has an absolute bias against Doug Wilder since he dominates so much of our dinner conversation. “Doug?? Again???” Her words.

Another fun part of this election is the husband has interviewed both Eric Cantor and Governor Kaine multiple times. They are currently on the VP list for McCain and Obama, respectively. Seems unlikely either will get it, but still adds to the fun.

Oh, once you have your presidential paper dolls, you can sign up for their free weekly sampler which will include new outfits for your dolls. And a poll as to which doll is selling better. This cracks me up.

And to the person that complainedin the comments about my spelling -if ya’ don’t like my spelling, to quote my mother, tough toots! Scoot elsewhere. I can do multivariable calculus, know six programming languages, and knit a sock in a single soccer game. My brain is too full for spelling. And yes, my students constantly point out that I use spelling more, but my brain just doesn’t go there, so there.