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F-F-F-Frigid! Ending in hot soup, though.
Oct. 8th, 2005 09:13 pmWent to the farmer's market in Woodstock this morning at 9 am because the handspinners' guild was scheduled to demonstrate our crafts there, and our annual show opened last week there too, and this is National Spinning and Weaving Week on top of everything else. It was cold, not so much because the temperature of 52 F or so was that bad, but because of a very cold northeasterly wind and no sun at all. Clouds hanging in gray folds like the threat of snow to come.
Two of us survived the first hour and then a few more straggled in. Some of them decided immediately that it was too cold (wusses) and moved into the show gallery to spin, which is fine except it doesn't serve our intended purpose of publicity. Anyway, three of us stuck it out until noon, and my friend Susan bought a huge blue hubbard squash from one of the vendors. I had to tease her that she could stuff it like a turkey and stick a couple of carrots on for legs and roast it.
This is a great year for winter squash, for some reason. We had a horrible drought, more than twelve weeks without a drop of rain, but the squashes and pumpkins are now producing like firecrackers. My mate and I can't resist the colors and shapes, so we keep buying different ones. Tonight he went to play music at Settlers' Days, a street festival in Marengo, and I stayed home and made soup and biscuits for when he and his musical partner arrived back for supper.
( Spicy squash soup behind cut )
We had tossed salad first, and hot tea afterward. Very satisfying on a cold night.
Two of us survived the first hour and then a few more straggled in. Some of them decided immediately that it was too cold (wusses) and moved into the show gallery to spin, which is fine except it doesn't serve our intended purpose of publicity. Anyway, three of us stuck it out until noon, and my friend Susan bought a huge blue hubbard squash from one of the vendors. I had to tease her that she could stuff it like a turkey and stick a couple of carrots on for legs and roast it.
This is a great year for winter squash, for some reason. We had a horrible drought, more than twelve weeks without a drop of rain, but the squashes and pumpkins are now producing like firecrackers. My mate and I can't resist the colors and shapes, so we keep buying different ones. Tonight he went to play music at Settlers' Days, a street festival in Marengo, and I stayed home and made soup and biscuits for when he and his musical partner arrived back for supper.
( Spicy squash soup behind cut )
We had tossed salad first, and hot tea afterward. Very satisfying on a cold night.
