I want this.
Stephanie Pearl McPhee has one. And all week long she has been rubbing it in my face. I can hear her now. "Oh, look at this book full of psycho-complicated lace made with painfully thin yarn! Just the kind Aidan would love if he had this book! But he doesn't! Ha!"
OK. Maybe she hasn't been saying EXACTLY that. But it is something really close. Don't you think?
So. What else is new?
I made a batch of chocolate and goat cheese truffles, flavored with just a splash of Irish Whiskey. That was yum. Oh, did I mention I made the goat cheese? I'm not back with the goat until a weekend after next, but I expect to make a double batch of cheese -- this time I think I'll make some crottin and some Sainte Maure -- both are aged, mold-ripened cheeses which become sharper in flavor and more complex with age and culture.
I've only knit two rows of my shawl. It just really hurts my wrist, even with the splint. I miss knitting. Oh, and kneading bread.