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July 19, 2006
As to the sardine experimentation, I heard a piece on the radio about which fish are best to eat based on their health benefits and risks coupled with the environmental impact of fishing or farming them. Alaskan salmon, mahimahi, canned salmon instead of tuna, also, sardines and anchovies, herring and anything that looks like bait. It makes sense, you want to go low on the food chain. You can read the list for yourself here: Oceans Alive Best & Worst list.
As far as what to do with your sardines, there are recipes on the Oceans Alive site, but I found a salad on Epicurious that had the canned sardines marinated in lemon peel, oregano, red pepper flakes, lemon juice and olive oil. The marinade was good, but it didn't make me love sardines. Pickled herring, anyone?
I've been summoned for jury duty tomorrow. And feeling a sense of civic responsibility, I have not tried to weasel out of it. I haven't actually done jury duty since the pre-parent days. I did sit on a jury about 10 years ago, and it was pretty interesting and entertaining. Shoplifting. Young court appointed attorneys who imagined they might be on TV. No gore.
San Diego has a one day/one trial system, so I figured I'd go down town and sit in the jury lounge and knit all day until they told me I could go home. Like being on an airplane, you really have little to do besides knit, read some old paperbacks, or stare at your fellow jurors until they call lunch.
So I am re-reading the summons last night, and there on the list of no-no's -- knitting needles. The airport security doesn't even blink at them anymore. But then I remembered the Yarnharlot's comment about "giving someone a nasty poke". So me and the criminals, we'll be crocheting tomorrow.
July 18, 2006
my summer vacation
We've had our big trip of the summer -- fly to DC, minivan to NC for a great 4 generations/1 roof weeklong reunion. It was a great trip, but any trip you take with young children should not be confused with "taking it easy". I have come to terms with that over the years. And also the recognition that family vacations are truly the stuff of memories. So I figure I've succeeded in making some mark on my children's brains for now.
Since our return, the girls have been at daycamp at the local highschool. And this, I have to say, is a vacation unparalleled in my recent history. 9:00 to 4:00. I don't think I've had that many hours to myself in, uh, well, about 9 years. And not just one day, but days. Add to that that it took a while for people to catch up to the fact that I was home. No one was asking me to do anything new.
So I've painted the fence, washed the windows and reinstalled the screens, contemplatively strolled the aisles of the grocery store, trimmed some shrubbery with an oversized electric turkey-knife, cleaned out the garage and the craft room, experimented with sardines, written Frankenknits for fall, talked to a publisher, watched television, knit, let my mind wander. And still found myself pleasantly surprised that there was still time left in the day.