– Beany is such a funny cat. Sometimes she leaps straight up into the air because the urge strikes. And if I stand at the window and call, ‘Beany, Beany!’ in an urgent voice, she dutifully comes running, already excited about what must be outside. She was the one who spotted our bunny friend outside today, though — that’s what she’s watching above. Every time I empty a roughly cat-sized container of something, I put it on the floor for Beany. She’s so predictable.
– I finally finished the knitted fox I started making years ago. Literally years ago; I made the first 1.5 pieces while I was still living in London. I lost interest until a few weeks back, and it didn’t take long once I really made an effort. The pattern is from Lucinda Guy’s And So to Bed. The only problem is that it’s grey and only slightly smaller than Beany, so I had a bit of a boggle earlier today when I looked into the living room and saw two Beanys by the coffee table. I’ll have to lock it away. But I’ll try to take a photo first.
– And on the topic of ‘finally’, I also finally roasted the pumpkins from my garden. I grew three, but I think I mentioned that one of them was rotten inside. It was easy to tell when I picked it; it was much lighter than the others. I carved that one for Halloween, but the others have been sitting around looking autumnal for weeks and weeks. But I want to decorate for the winter holidays, so the pumpkins had to go. This is what the big one looked like chopped in half. I roasted the pumpkins, then peeled them (pretty easy once they’re cooked), then mashed them with a potato masher, and THEN I pureed the mash in the blender. I got eleven cups of puree from that one and five from the smaller pumpkin, so sixteen cups in total! I’ve been draining it through cheesecloth for a few hours, though, and I’ve removed about 2.5 cups of liquid already, so it won’t be quite that much in the end. Once it’s drained, I’ll freeze it in one-cup portions for baking.
– I’ve got total day confusion. Last night I felt like I should be getting ready for the week to begin, and I have the same feeling right now. I keep remembering that tomorrow is only Sunday, which means I’ve been celebrating every half hour or so. Sundays are the best!
