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Bob’s Red Mill and Multnomah Falls

Bob’s Red Mill and Multnomah Falls

Before we left our brief introductory visit to Portland, there was something I had to do.   See Bob’s Red Mill. Aka a baking pilgrimage of sorts. A paradise of organic bulked goods and health food products for bakers and gluten intolerants. My one bit 

Bridges, Beer and Box Scores

Bridges, Beer and Box Scores

When we woke up near Coos Bay this morning, we needed to get some more miles under our wheels and were quick to get back on the road. Of course, we did make a few stops on the way.  How can anyone turn down the 

Cleaning Fish- Gird Your Loins!

Cleaning Fish- Gird Your Loins!

Okay, we’re going to walk through cleaning fish on the deck, but look out! It’s a little messy.
After you let the fish bleed out, cut around the gills and pull them out.
 

Cut down the belly to the anus.

Open the belly and pull out the entrails.

If there’s an egg sac, try to keep it intact.

Scrape out the excess intestines and rinse well before storing in the fish box or on ice. And make sure to cut open the stomach to see what the fish last ate- it makes nice dinner conversation when your guests want to know everything about the critter they’re eating.

We had a female and tried some of the eggs. They were … eggy. And not the greatest texture. I guess it needs a little treatment with brine or chilling down over right out of the ocean. I’ll let the sushi chefs keep in charge of that.
 
Here’s a little video showing some of the internal plumbing mysteries of a fish. And vegetarians out there (the real kind that don’t eat fish), I respect that you eat only what you’re willing to harvest. It’s a great reminder of why I would venture out in search of my own food than go to the fishmonger.
 
Salmon Fishin’

Salmon Fishin’

Last weekend gave me the amazing opportunity to go salmon fishing on my buddy’s boat. That’s been a major one on my list! Here’s the lovely vessel, Overtime, fitting because its owner has spent 500 hours on her in the last year. He can load 

My First Quilt- In the Works

My First Quilt- In the Works

Ever have a craft project you’ve been planning for months? How about years?  For me, the corduroy quilt has been in the making since high school, when a dear friend of mine made a duvet cover and an overnight bag out of mismatched corduroy pieces. 

Just for Me

Just for Me

I finally went to the doctor yesterday. I probably should have gone sooner, I know, but honestly I felt like I was doing so great for having an arm in a sling. The pain was tolerable, and I’ve figured out a way to do just about everything I need to one-handed, if a bit slow and sluggish. It’s an elbow, for crying out loud. Doesn’t it only have one way to heal? 
I went to the clinic at my parents’ insistence and figured I could get a time frame on when I can get back on the wall, if nothing else. I assumed the doctor would be dazzled by the progress I’ve made in a couple weeks, and encourage me to give it time and rest more but not have much more insight. 
I passed every test, until she asked me to straighten my arm. It wasn’t happening. “You need to get x-rays,” she said.
So today I got my first x-rays ever, for my worst injury to date (which is saying a lot since there isn’t even a fracture that I’m aware of). It was a quick visit, but not as fun as going out for ice cream. While I wait for the results, I’m trying not to envision a permanently damaged elbow or rare bone disease that could lead to surgery or amputation. Or worry that I really blew it by not going to the doctor in the first place.
I took advantage of the drive into town to check out the junior college and figure out where I’m supposed to go for a class I signed up for. It starts next week and I don’t know anything about the campus or where to find the class, where to even park for that matter. I ended up driving around aimlessly for a while, feeling overwhelmed and old and wondering why the whole thing is intimidating the heck out of me when I’ve already been to school.
Then I thought about having a break down last night and feeling self conscious walking around with a bum arm, and throwing another pity party for myself because I’ve had half a dozen conversations about my “limited range of motion” in the last 24 hours and really miss climbing.
And then I got this.

I almost never buy random things for myself except candy and beer. Today, a week and a half into physical recovery, I knew I needed a little boost. An orchid was a weird choice, since I manage to kill nearly every plant I come in contact with. I don’t know, it’s exotic and beautiful and decadent, and I’ve always wanted one, just because. It will be a good challenge for me to try to keep it alive for a few months. Or weeks.

But if I don’t, I’m not going to beat myself up over it.

My First Hostess Fruit Pie

My First Hostess Fruit Pie

After making my Omnivore’s 100 list, I was surprised to find a few of my never-tried-it foods to be good old American standards found at any grocery store.  “I can not believe you’ve never had a Hostess Fruit Pie,” my best friend, Mitch, said to 

Fun with Finished Projects

Fun with Finished Projects

Here are some shots of my two finished aprons after an all day marathon of learning some sewing machine basics. Daisy made a gorgeous slipcover for her ottoman. And pillows, which her dog quickly claimed. He has a thing about pillows. Here are some other 

Sewing, Take 1

Sewing, Take 1

Last weekend, I embarked on an amazing adventure with Daisy. I’m learning to sew! My grandmother’s sewing machine has sat in its box patiently waiting for me to get motivated.

I went to Daisy and Trout’s place, where she set up two machines for us to work across from each other. First things first, I need some basics. Good scissors, a tape measure, lots of pins, an ironing board set up, and white pencil for drawing are an absolute must. As is prosecco.

This is a seam gage. I’m still not totally clear what all it does, but it’s helpful in helping you mark where you need to cut, pin, or iron fabric. Daisy’s being a stickler about me ironing everything before and after I cut and sew it.

Get your bobbin threaded. This is going to take some practice.

The “easy” plan for the day was shortening an apron and adding pockets to another one. That meant measuring three times and cutting once. Then with a seam ripper, I detached the lace from the bottom to reattach to the shorter one. I liked the ripping part. The lace needed to be held in place with lots of pins. Lots and lots. I don’t like the pinning part, but Daisy won’t let me cut corners, especially on my first day.

We have liftoff! Learning the machine is definitely the hardest part. At home, my machine is going through some major bobbin issues and troubleshooting is an intimidating as a just-starting-outer. First I made a seam, and then set to work attaching the fragile lace.

On to the next project. (Disclaimer, this first part took several hours- not for the faint-hearted!)

Daisy helped me pick a tasteful color combo for the pockets.

… and made a template.

Once I got going, it didn’t go as well. This is exactly the same problem I keep running into at home. See how the thread is going bananas? I didn’t load it properly. Thank goodness Daisy is a million times more patient than I am. I threw out some c’s and t’s, which helped a little, but not much.

That’s when we decided it was a good time for cosmos. It helped a lot.

All done! Stay tuned tomorrow for pics of the finished pieces.

The Omnivore’s Hundred

The Omnivore’s Hundred

It’s a new year, time to take stock of your life and plan for the future. It’s time I set some more food goals, including eating new things and making a food bucket list. I recently have been seeing a list going around Facebook of