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01 March 2009

We have a kitty





I've been uselessly lazy this weekend, and this was what I got accomplished. She is starting to look more like a pretty little girl, and not so much like a design from "A Christmas Story." They are calling for snow tonight into tomorrow--I don't remember the last time we had snow in March--so I may have more time to work on her. I am off tomorrow to take the car in, but I ain't driving 40 miles in the snow. Not at all. I'll just regroup. I'm good at that.

And stitch . . .

I'm off to attempt to make Indian rice pudding. I think it's a good dessert for a wintry night, warm scented, slightly tropical, totally comfort food. Funny how I live in an ethnically diverse area and yet, it has been extremely difficult to gather together the ingredients to make kheer. This is not an exotic recipe, just basmati rice, cardamom, and coconut milk. They don't sell coconut milk at my local Safeway. It took me a while to find a decent sized bag of basmati rice--we will never eat 20 pounds of rice, NOT AT ALL. And thank God the cardamom was on sale, because it is not cheap. But it smells so good. I had the container in my purse, and it smelled so strong, I thought the lid came off. But it was just yummy smelling. So we'll see how this goes.

5 comments:

Annie said...

Your kitty is coming along nicely. That will be a very sweet piece.

Enjoy your snow day. Looks like we didn't escape without a significant snowfall this year after all.

Suzanne said...

You don't want a love-my-kitty leg lamp?!LOL

Stay warm and stitch!

CindyMae said...

Great progress! It is looking just lovely!

Natasha said...

Kitty is looking great!!

Okay ya can't talk about food that sounds that great and not give the recipe :) Post please LOL

Natasha

Pumpkin said...

Adorable :o)

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls