minced parsley for garnish
Fry bacon until it's crisp, then remove from pan and add onions and potatos- fry in bacon grease until potatos start to brown and onions are transluscent- about 10 minutes. Add the flour if you're using it, and cook a minute or two, then add thyme. Put in fish stock and cook until potatos are tender, another 10 minutes. (You can stop here and let it chill overnight, then proceed the next day.) Add salt and pepper, then the milk or cream with the fish and bring back up to temperature if it was chilled. Bring to a simmer over low heat, and put a pat of butter on top- it is done when the butter is melted. Garnish with the chopped parsley and maybe a dash of paprika.
Or, you could use this, but hide the can in the trash. Oh- another thing I have to mention is that Manhattan Clam Chowder is a whole different animal and just not 'right' for a New Englander. One never mentions it, as I am doing here, as a viable alternative OR adds tomatos to chowder under any circumstances.
So all day yesterday I was hankering for Fish Chowder. And all day yesterday I was working on the 'HANDWORK' quilt. I finished the quilting, so I thought, but today I went and pulled it off the wall after blocking and am going to do some more, just some straight line background stuff so it won't take long. So, all I have to do after that is add the binding and it will be done.
On Friday I had my first monoprint workshop. The reason I signed up for this is to get some prints on fabric stockpiled for future use. The last pile of fabric I worked on is mostly gone and I love using it as a starting point. The little art center here in town was offering a 5 session class, inexpensive, and it fit into my time frame easily so I signed on. I shoulda known when I got the supply list and a follow-up telephone call from the teacher, that this was not what I was looking for. This woman is a real stickler for Her Own perfect process. For example I showed up with a glass plate that I have used for years for monoprinting, but her supply list specified an acrylic plate. I just plain didn't want to buy more stuff than necessary, and she made me promise to go get the acrylic this week. I*don't*think*so. She also wan't happy with the brand of Odorless thinner I produced- she insisted I use 'her' thinner because she doesn't like any others. I stuck my nose into My thinner and didn't smell a thing, but dutifully went outside to dump Her thinner into my little squeeze bottle.
So, I will show up next week and follow her Rules of Conduct, but this is really a painting-on-glass (er, I mean plexi) class and there is no room for experimentation or, indeed, fun. Oh, did I mention you have to use a picture as a source for doing a print? Yup. I asked if I could just wing it and she did NOT like that at all. And because I started out as That Problem Woman in the back, she hovered at me. Aaaughhhh.
Thankfully Sylvia met me for lunch that day and I ranted away for an hour about the whole experience over Pad Thai and hot jasmine tea.
Last night we were invited out again, this time we were asked to bring Molly because she plays well with their dog, a Havanese named Jake that is like a little scaled down Molly. Seems that the Havanese were bred in Cuba to (are ya sittin' down?) HERD CHICKENS. Yup. He is also good at herding Tibetans and after two hours Molly had about had enough, so pooped in their house. So we made an unceremonious exit. N&M live in a great condo complex, beautifull landscaped, all townhouses joined at the garage so you really feel like it is a separate house- the problem is, even though they have much more space than we do, it's on three floors. Out little incident with the family Achilles tendon this summr made it apparent that we need one floor for our declining years. And that is precisely what I am finding wrong in my condo hunt to find a better neighborhood and a tiny outdoor space. Everything is up and down so I guess we will stay put.
So, if you are good at reading between the lines, you can bet I am finishing up my quilt today, and as I take breaks from that I will be chopping some onions and potatos for my own chowder! It's supposed to rain, and it's perfect for not going out today.
Or, you could use this, but hide the can in the trash. Oh- another thing I have to mention is that Manhattan Clam Chowder is a whole different animal and just not 'right' for a New Englander. One never mentions it, as I am doing here, as a viable alternative OR adds tomatos to chowder under any circumstances.
So all day yesterday I was hankering for Fish Chowder. And all day yesterday I was working on the 'HANDWORK' quilt. I finished the quilting, so I thought, but today I went and pulled it off the wall after blocking and am going to do some more, just some straight line background stuff so it won't take long. So, all I have to do after that is add the binding and it will be done.
On Friday I had my first monoprint workshop. The reason I signed up for this is to get some prints on fabric stockpiled for future use. The last pile of fabric I worked on is mostly gone and I love using it as a starting point. The little art center here in town was offering a 5 session class, inexpensive, and it fit into my time frame easily so I signed on. I shoulda known when I got the supply list and a follow-up telephone call from the teacher, that this was not what I was looking for. This woman is a real stickler for Her Own perfect process. For example I showed up with a glass plate that I have used for years for monoprinting, but her supply list specified an acrylic plate. I just plain didn't want to buy more stuff than necessary, and she made me promise to go get the acrylic this week. I*don't*think*so. She also wan't happy with the brand of Odorless thinner I produced- she insisted I use 'her' thinner because she doesn't like any others. I stuck my nose into My thinner and didn't smell a thing, but dutifully went outside to dump Her thinner into my little squeeze bottle.
So, I will show up next week and follow her Rules of Conduct, but this is really a painting-on-glass (er, I mean plexi) class and there is no room for experimentation or, indeed, fun. Oh, did I mention you have to use a picture as a source for doing a print? Yup. I asked if I could just wing it and she did NOT like that at all. And because I started out as That Problem Woman in the back, she hovered at me. Aaaughhhh.
Thankfully Sylvia met me for lunch that day and I ranted away for an hour about the whole experience over Pad Thai and hot jasmine tea.
Last night we were invited out again, this time we were asked to bring Molly because she plays well with their dog, a Havanese named Jake that is like a little scaled down Molly. Seems that the Havanese were bred in Cuba to (are ya sittin' down?) HERD CHICKENS. Yup. He is also good at herding Tibetans and after two hours Molly had about had enough, so pooped in their house. So we made an unceremonious exit. N&M live in a great condo complex, beautifull landscaped, all townhouses joined at the garage so you really feel like it is a separate house- the problem is, even though they have much more space than we do, it's on three floors. Out little incident with the family Achilles tendon this summr made it apparent that we need one floor for our declining years. And that is precisely what I am finding wrong in my condo hunt to find a better neighborhood and a tiny outdoor space. Everything is up and down so I guess we will stay put.
So, if you are good at reading between the lines, you can bet I am finishing up my quilt today, and as I take breaks from that I will be chopping some onions and potatos for my own chowder! It's supposed to rain, and it's perfect for not going out today.
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