to let you all know - Sean and I are fine. As a matter of fact, by
the end of the night we laughed it off. I didn't want any of you worrying.
I'm in the deep, dark, festering colon of my sweater pattern - where
things get Real Messy. I spent two hours at my knitting class waiting
for help multiple times. SO MUCH MATH! Who would've
thought? But once I get out of this dank cave of binding
off the neckline, I should be well on my way to sleeve success. Time
The weekend flew by, unfortunately. And I can't really say if I've
accomplished anything besides grocery shopping (I'm gonna try the
Fat Flush diet again starting tomorrow) and knitting. Heather and I braved Old
Navy in downtown Seattle the Friday after Thanksgiving, and the crazies
The Jesus Freaks, the
Anti-Fur protesters (with real dead animals in traps along the sidewalk
for all the little kids to see - thanks), the Seattle Police dude (he's
always there), and Adbusters walking through the stores with shoppers chained
to a Santa as he whipped them.
And the crazy lady in line with us that Heather and I plotted to kill.
But I got pajama pants for a steal! And that's what counts!
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Ahhh the Holidays
with the Dayments
Dear Readers, it's not a glaze. It ain't teriyaki. It's burnt black.
Where shall I begin?
Sean thought he was working a half-shift Thursday, so by Monday I
had an entire chart typed out with everything I would make, and I
calculated when each item would be started. I knew this would be a
one person operation. I was ready. Groceries were purchased wisely.
Recipes were printed and taped across the cupboards.
I had the brine ready by the time Sean got home Tuesday night and
we stuck the turkey and the brine in a Hefty garbage bag, tied it
up, and put it in the garage fridge, sitting on that great pan from
the Johnstons that doesn't fit in our oven.
Then Sean found out he had Thursday off after all!
Wednesday I was reading
an article in Chow magazine that said "Whatever you do, don't brine
a Butterball turkey. You'll end up with a watery, salty bird." And
to that I said "Ho! Ho! No matter! We are geniuses in the kitchen!
Only a moron can truly screw up a turkey that bad!" And there the turkey
continued to sit in the brine, in the refrigerator, in the garage.
(Leaking water all over the garage. But we didn't know that yet.)
I had the alarm set for ten this morning just in case.
The alarm wasn't needed - I was up and ready by ten, with a fresh batch
of hot tea on the stove. Once it was steeped, I brought in a glass to
Sean (we drink our tea in large drinking glasses - we don't mess around)
and asked him if he could wake up and help me. He didn't understand what
needed to be done at ten a.m. but he eventually got up.
It was soon after this that Sean noticed the water leaking all over the
floor of the garage, so he unplugged the fridge, then moved the turkey,
now removed from the brine, into our fridge in the kitchen. So it could
I started prepping the kitchen which means doing the dishes from the last
two days, and then assembling the ingredients. Sean retreated to the bedroom
to watch TV.
We realized that we needed a roasting pan, because our one big pan that
would have fit into our oven was still at Josh & Emily's, from when
they came home from the hospital with Iggy and we made them Alexandra's
Feta Pasta as a gift.
No big whoop. Central Market is open until 6. I bought a roasting pan,
some raisins for Sean's butter tarts, and an eggnog latte. Okay so far.
The problem was when it was time to put the turkey in the oven. Up to this
point we were assembling everything else - and really, it was WAY too much
for two people. WAY.
We had already dirtied most of our serving bowls, all of our spatulas,
all of the good knives, and the countertops were loaded with flour and cans
and bowls and....
Anyway - the turkey in the oven: Sean hops onto the internets to look up
what Alton Brown has to say. Alton says to put the turkey in at 500 degrees
for thirty minutes, then cover it with foil and cook it for the rest of
the time at 325 degrees. (You see where this is going, don't you?)
"Why are you doing that?"
"Because Alton says...."
"Sean! I've been researching this for three days. I even went
into a CHAT ROOM to ask people. There's tons of ways to cook a turkey -
and does Alton say how to roast a brined Butterball? Hmmmmm?"
"Okay fine we'll do it your way - what were you gonna do?"
"Well, I guess we could..."
"You don't have a plan?"
"Well, there's many options...."
"You don't even know"
"There's tons of different ways to cook a turkey"
I don't recall what happened next, but within about 12 seconds this became
an absolute SCREAMING MATCH over a turkey. I won't go into it, but trust
me. It was awful.
He turns the oven OFF and walks away. We're still screaming.
By then I'm all "We'll do it just like Alton! Tell me what you had
the oven set at!"
He won't answer me.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU HAD THE OVEN SET AT!"
And so the oven oven was set at 500. And then a few minutes later, Sean
says quite bluntly, "The turkey went in at 2:10. It's now your responsibility."
And then he went into our bedroom to watch the TV with the door closed.
And then I cried. And then I watched TV in the second bedroom with the door
closed. And then I cried. And then I knit.
FOR TWO HOURS.
At 4 o'clock I hear Sean yell "Come look at this turkey"
and I know this must be good, because he's speaking to me.
And the smell of BURNT hits me as soon as I round the corner.
The whole pan is black. All of the veggies at the bottom are black. And
the TURKEY IS BLACK.
Ohhhhhhhh yeah. My bad.
I paid dearly for that one.
I'm crying and yelling "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to
buy just a turkey breast and we can roast that?"
And he's just glaring at me.
Then Screaming Match Pt II kicks in.
He flips the turkey right-side-up (we were roasting it upside down so the
top wouldn't get so dry. That's really, really, really funny now), covers
it all with foil, turns the oven down to 325, and walks away.
I cry and make stuffing balls, sweet potato casserole, and roll out the
Just before the turkey is done, we reassemble together to finish up. Mash
the potatoes, make the gravy, set the table. We are still not speaking to
It's done. We forgot the start steaming the broccoli. We start steaming
Let's just have a rundown, shall we?
Jalen asks nicely
TURKEY: The brine has
fresh chopped ginger root in it. Not recommended. I appreciate ginger. But
not soaked into a turkey. And the turkey? Well, the bottom 2/3 was black,
the the top 1/3 was.... edible.
MASHED POTATOES: Pretty good!
GRAVY: We were supposed to start it two hours before the turkey was done.
We did not do that. It had a lot of flour and no "browned bits"
because there were no "brown bits". Only "black chunks".
But we made it okay.
STUFFING BALLS: Called for coarse ground breadcrumbs. Believe them. Don't
do like I did and settle for fine ground breadcrumbs or you'll end up with
some very dense, heavy, wet bread balls.
SWEET POTATO CASSEROLE: Which Sean doesn't like. So I halved the recipe.
Oh but HAHAHA I forgot the halve the vanilla. So it tasted like vanilla
extract. I exhaled vanilla.
BROCCOLI: Miraculously overcooked and mushy even though we started it ten
minutes too late.
And to top it off:
We'll call it "a pie". I guess. I took a recipe and changed
it a bit. The "bit" was actually "the demise".
I had two pieces. Because, y'know, I was hungry.
I had been crying all day and it's exhausting.
In the end, we rented Stepford Wives (which I saw at the theater with
which covered some time and we didn't have to talk, so that was good.
After the movie we talked a bit. I guess we're okay now.
And I finally sneezed today. That was good.
And the entire second panel of my sweater is almost finished. So that's
All said and done, I told Sean that I see no reason for us to do this
again unless we have a family. Not just the two of us. Three days
of planning, a full day of work, and tons of food in the garbage.
And the screaming.
One year Sean and I went
to the Yankee Diner really late on Thanksgiving night. It was awful. We
were pretty depressed that night.
This one was worse than that one.
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What's on: every house light, every outside light, the garage light, the
stereo, the TV, two computers, the dryer, and the sink water is running I
have the most horrible head cold. I'm breathing out of my mouth and my
nose is itchy like I need to sneeze but I haven't sneezed yet. I JUST.
WANT. TO SNEEZE.
In the middle of this I dragged myself out of bed to get the Thanksgiving
groceries, since I was supposed to do it last night but I opted for laying
in bed and complaining instead. I got a Butterball which quasi-insults
me but at 60-something cents a pound I'm okay with it. I don't have a
problem with Butterball, it's just that I wanted to add my own flavorings
and such, but Butterball turkeys are pretty much pre-made.
I'm brining it anyway
(hence the sink water running - it's enjoying a cool thawing bath as we
type). I also made that
weird casserole that I like so much, only to spend 20 minutes hand-picking
every single peppercorn out of it because the pepper grinder exploded once
again. Sean called and I told him that the pepper grinder was fired, to
which he asked "Did you touch the button on the side?" "YES
I TOUCHED THE BUTTON ON THE SIDE, IT'S ON THE PART THAT YOU GRAB AND SWIVEL
TO GRIND THE F***KING PEPPERCORNS." I refuse to chalk this
up to user error. It's POOR DESIGN. Do you see how many peppercorns there
are? It's a good thing I have long nails.
Once the brine is cooled and the frozen block of ice in the Butterball finally
loosens up so I can yank out the bag o'giblets, it's going into the brine
and into the fridge in the garage, where it will sit until Thursday morning.
Besides the turkey we are also having those
mashed potatoes which we skew until they become half-potatoes half-dairy,
a half-batch of my sweet
potato casserole, a half-batch of stuffing
balls (yes, I said stuffing balls), broccoli, and Sean's making a batch
of butter tarts, so I bought some cranberries and cream cheese and pecans
to try to create some sort of cute tarts for myself. I'm craving cranberries
but yikes, all of these Thanksgiving cranberry recipes have Jell-o
or pineapple or chopped apples or other such weirdness. I'll have to make
(NO I HAVEN'T STARTED THE SWEATER AGAIN SINCE FROGGING IT FOR THE THIRD
TIME. I'm giving myself a 24 hour reprieve. Let's not talk about it today.
I have a cold.)
(Or tomorrow.) Mary Johnston
gave us the coolest roasting pan - it's that vintage enamel-covered kind.
With big handles on the side. So cool. So retro. So three inches too big
to fit into our oven.
Hey okay I'm back. I just pulled the plastic bags of guts from the turkey
1. The neck TOTALLY looks like a frozen banana in a bag. I took it out thinking
it would be this teeny bag with the liver and gizzard and I was all Huh?
Is this a banana? And I haven't taken any cold medicine for hours.
2. Are the neck and liver and gizzard in those plastic bags really the same
organs from the same bird? I have my suspicions. I think I'll ask Grandma
and Grandpa when I call them.
If you need me I'll be over here breathing through my mouth and avoiding
my knitting. With all the lights on.
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WHO DO I GOTTA PAY TO GET A SNEEZE AROUND HERE?
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It's Not That I Don't Love You It's just that all I'm doing is knitting and baking.
• link 11-20-04 (oh man I need to go pay rent!)
has some new meds that are pretty.... ornate. Anna Esser,
Jalen's girlfriend/veterinarian (at Carkeek Park Veterinary) has been
researching for us to find a way to give Jalen his medicine, since
the pills were not working. And by not working I mean it was a psychological
mess. We all know that giving a cat a pill is a joke, but Jalen took
it one step further by becoming bulimic. He would struggle
like crazy, and once the pill went down, he would take off and puke.
Like, make himself puke. Then, we would give him a pill again, and
the second time he would run to the (covered) litterbox, and puke
in there. Repeat over many nights. It got to the point that we would
be getting ready for bed and Jalen would go hide. And I felt horribly
Enter Jalen's girlfriend, who made many phone inquiries and finally
gave us a solution.
She found a pharmacy
who can put the medicine into a transdermal gel.
The bag above is Jalen's medicine, in pre-measured doses (10 per thingie)
in the transdermal gel. Meaning, we rub a tiny spooge in the inside of his
ear, and it absorbs into his skin.
90 doses for $40 - not bad. And when we rub it into his ear, he purrs like
he thinks we're just petting his ears.
Funny thing though, we have to put on a glove to do it or we end up absorbing
the medicine through our fingers!
Oh, and lest you confuse this with Jalen's monthly steroid shots, no no
silly, that would be another medical problem of his - horribly itchy skin
(to the point of scratching himself bloody). He's still getting the shots.
This transdermal gel is for his antihistamines - so he can breathe.
And to any of you who are rolling your eyes for all of the effort we put
into this cat - you've obviously never been to our house and held Jalen.
Last night we had Joe and Julie over for dinner. Joe is American and Julie
is Canadian, and they are immigrating to Canada, so we had a lot to discuss.
They were a pleasure to have over! But I didn't get a picture of them because
I was too busy gabbing all night.
The cats looooove knitting
My $9 Payless shoes
was glorious - All Knit All Day. Well, the first half of the day.
I started the front of my sweater and was on a roll until just about
20 minutes after this picture was taken - then I realized I messed
up the pattern part and had to unknit about 12 rows. 12 rows of 54
stitches per row. Ugh.
Then I messed up in my unknitting. Plus I trashed the yarn by ripping
it in so many parts. The sad ending?
The whole thing was killed.
Sean and I tried everything
we could to save my 5 or so hours of knitting to no avail. We're talking
about 18 or so inches of knitting. I haven't started over again yet because
I'm still bitter.
Plus we had two recipes to test out for my annual batch of Christmas cookies.
We decided that we would try a few new recipes this year, and figured in
the next few weekends we'll make a couple test batches to approve them.
Tonight's first recipe gets a big
stamp of NO. I think the recipe writer left out a major ingredient because
they taste like big dry floury crackers. Those of you Blogaslovakians who
receive my Christmas cookies will be happy to know that we tested these
suckers first. MAN.
I think I'll start my sewing project now. Because I just don't have enough
projects going on at the same time.
& Sean had to put down Mocha last night. Our hearts go out to them. 11-17-04 Anyone out there watch the West Wing? Props to Bloggers!
Dear Oven: I love you!
My sweater so far
oven toasts marshmallows! BLISS!
The back of my sweater is finished, but I still have to do the front,
the sleeves, and the neck. And it's HUGE.
My knitting class is only for another two weeks (once a week) so I'm
nervous. But I'm also obsessed so I know I'll do it.
It's rainy and windy outside, and it's telling me to go to bed.
drove down from Vancouver and Todd & Tamsin joined us for steak
tacos and the movie The Sixth Sense. Can you believe that Todd had
never seen the Sixth Sense? And! AND! He didn't know The twist! In
this picture Tamsin is holding Dominique, but she's doing her usual
burrowing-into-an-elbow-pit, so you can't really see her.
The following morning, Andrea and I headed out for some Bulbous American
Shopping, including Target (oh the $1 sales!), Half-Price Books, lunch
at Zao, Abercrombie & Fitch, Anthropologie (every single thing
in that store made me whimper, and I'm usually not such an Anthropologie
person but the skirts! The beaded sweaters!), Old
Navy, and Urban Outfitters.
also felt like Giant Monster Troll Woman in some of these stores.
A bull in a china store. A... oh you get it. I actually stuck my arms
out and did a stompy Frankenstein walk in Victoria's Secret, because
REALLY am I a size XL? Size 8 (EIGHT!) is XL, but we're the fattest
country in the world? How much more skewed can we make women and their
body issues? Abercrombie? I'm a BUFFALO. Their large sweaters would
stretch to a halt at my RIBS. Victoria's Secret? I'm like Women's
World size when it comes to my chest (according to them). And
frankly I'm annoyed with Vic's Secret because their stuff is looking
as trashy as Frederick's of Hollywood.
And here's Andrea, size 0, lalala, holding up tiny stuff
that would look perfect on her.
saying goodbye to the cats
I came home feeling like
a fat boring hippo.
How many times do I have to remind myself that I have to get gussied
up before shopping? Because my hair isn't done and my face is bare and zitty
and I'm wearing jeans and Uncle Bill's winter coat circa 1994 and NOTHING
is gonna look good held up to me in a mirror.
Oh MAN I forgot J Crew. (Sigh.) Every single thing in J Crew right now is
preppy/adorable. Green argyle sweaters with matching green argyle socks.
Cable knit sweaters. Green pea coats. And arrrgh they're SO EXPENSIVE.
I met the Seattle
Purly Girls for the first time - they're mentioned in the Stitch`n
Bitch book, including a pattern author! They were a very friendly
bunch. They meet every Monday on Capitol Hill and I'll probably be
joining them regularly, since Sean doesn't get home until 8 pm.
To the left is Hobbes and my current two knitting projects, as of
Saturday night. The left item is a scarf for my cousin Doug for Christmas,
and the blue bundle is my sweater (wadded up) that I'm knitting for
myself in my knitting class. And a brown ball of yarn that I got from
an old scarf that I frogged because it was atrocious.
Also pictured: US magazine. Yep.
And I can assure you that Hobbes was purring.
Whelp, my green bean
casserole is done so there's my recap of the weekend and today.
("Big gulps, eh? ....Whelp, see ya later!")
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some pictures but I've been shopping with Andrea
all day and I'm beat. So in the meantime, go make this
crumb cake. Really.
• link 11-12-04 My
t-shirt can be yours, too!
I totally messed up my sweater by thinking that I knew how to unknit. Emergency
visit to Meredith's
tomorrow (I'll be up in Edmonds to get my haircut at Stephanie's anyway).
Now it's back to knitting a scarf. Hmpf.
• link 11-10-04 Today was That Day. The day that my family requests a wishlist
for Christmas, even though only one person draws my name. I mean, yeah,
I could pick out something for $75 and just turn that in. But where's the
fun in THAT?! This is where I step up to the computer saying "hmmm....
what do I want this year? And nine hours later my eyes are glazed and there's
a bit of drool on my chin and how long has my mouth been open? and I've
discovered ALL THE THINGS I DON'T HAVE THAT I NEVER REALIZED THAT I REALLY
REALLY WANT STARTING RIGHT NOW PLEASE.
And poor Sean. Every year, same thing. Work pants. Socks. He asks for so
little. AND HE JUST GIVES SO MUCH.
So, my internet loves, I leave you with this year's Dayment
And pictures of Sean playing with
And that's it because I got home late.
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A Perfect Day for Me Would Be......
Carlos Jimenez, juror
Pete Sackett (with my purse)
night was the Seattle
AIA Awards ceremony. For those of you not as completely obsessed
with architects as I am, the AIA
is the American Institute of Architects. I was literally hopping.
Not only that, but my date for the evening was Pete, who's the project
manager for the Seattle AIA, so I got to shake hands with the
best of them. I even had a great GGLO reunion!
There were SO many beautiful projects. The Central
Library was one of the big winners, which surprised no
the AIA awards I went home to watch my tape of last Thursday's ER
(finally) and start on a scarf for Doug for the ninth time (I'm on
about the eleventh start now). Then I went right back downtown with
Sean in tow for Les Savy Fav at
Ah, Les Savy Fav.
There really isn't a way to describe them except GO SEE THEM. You
will be entertained, that's for sure.
The last time I saw them it was me, Jon, and Amy at Graceland in 2002,
and Jon and Amy had just started seeing each other, and we took her
to this show, and Tim (the lead singer) stripped down to a thin cotton
wrestling onesie and treated the entire showroom like monkey-bars
and did many other inexplicable things throughout the show. And at
the end of the night, Amy said "That was nice!"
Sean and I wedge along the side of the stage and I'm already impressed
that Tim's still fully dressed. They were ROCKIN. And Tim won't ever,
EVER stay onstage. He takes that mic and heads into the audience,
climbs around on bars, and last night, walked outside the side door
and was still singing while outside on the street (that was hilarious
- we could hear him but we couldn't see him because he shut the door
Very early into the set he grabbed these big platforms that were being
used as a sort of blockade, and while singing, he grabbed one at a
time and rolled them across the stage and handed them to the kids
in front of the stage (and all the hands shot up - it was such a great
example of understood teamwork) and by the time it was done (all during
a song) a dancing platform/catwalk was built out from the center stage.
He also had dollar bills put into his nether regions by fans, and
was given pixie stix and a tie and a few other items.
Tim on the side bar - the whole audience along the front was holding
up his mic cord so it wouldn't tangle. I was almost teary.
He has this weird need for props, and if there aren't any - he finds
some. At one point he took his sock off, stretched it over his hand,
and CHEWED holes into it until his fingertips stuck through. Then
he tugged and tugged to get his other sock stretched over his head,
then he grabbed a plastic cup that was thrown on the stage and sang
through it. So just for future notice - if you guys go to a LSF show
- if you throw something on the stage he WILL find a way to utilize
The encore included the band pulling members of the audience onstage
to help perform the last song. This included Jason on drums - which
is exactly where he belongs.
First Jason was on the side
Then he let Jason take the set
Tim & I after the show
Sean & Jason
Rebecca & Pixie Stix
the end of the night, Sean proclaimed that it was one of the best
shows he's ever been to. It was LATE by the time we got home, but
I knew I was going to the AIA Awards, then Les Savy Fav, and I had
to register my car this morning, so I had already told Ray that I
wouldn't be in until lunch today.
It was a banner Dayment day.
P.S. Shane's band, Robosexuals,
is opening for Les Savy Fav tonight in Vancouver!
and Anne came over for dinner. Friday was a Stitch & Bitch at
Sara's in Fremont, then Trail of Dead at Neumo's. Saturday was the
opening of the S'Klallam
House of Knowledge (whoops! I need to update that page!) over
in Kingston, WA, then dinner at Marc & Sarah's. Sunday was Girlie
Crafty Afternoon at my house and housesitting for Sylvia next door,
which I will remind you - there's two cats, two rabbits, six chickens,
a turtle, and a hamster.
I supposed I could hash out all of the details, but really, the majority
of it is eating and knitting - which makes for a great weekend, but
not-too-exciting of a blog entry.
So instead, as usual, I will leave you with too many pictures.
sky was falling on election day
The election numbers were just starting to come in around 4 pm yesterday
and suddenly the Johnston Architects staff were on the deck, looking
up. So I grabbed my camera. They were noticing the sky and this severe
cloud that was moving across in this almost-straight line.
They all volunteered to make the picture a bit more dramatic, but
what I love most is the other picture - it didn't turn out as well,
but Andrew's acting efforts are impressive.
I had my first knitting class at Acorn
Street tonight and started my sweater. I'll show it to you when
I'm a bit further along.
That does it. If Bush
wins, I'm moving to CANADA.
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Fernanda's 30th Birthday Party
At the old Red Hook Brewery Building
Sean & Matt
Sam & Cathy
Iggy was there (in my onesie!)
(Three birthdays that week)
She was lit
Scott & Sean
Curtis & Bill
Sam, Me, Liz
night was Fernanda's party in Fremont. Sean and I spent some quality
time at Sonic Boom Records before walking over. There were a LOT of
drunk people out that night. Earlier that day, Matt & Nanda's
Samba Band performed in a parade at Seattle Center, hence all of the
people dressed in skeleton costumes.
Sunday I was given a budget to go buy us a printer (ours died about
a year ago). Amanda
called that morning and said she had to do some shopping on the "northside"
and I volunteered to keep her company. We looked at printers at Office
Depot, Costco, and then Target.
Oh, Target. How I love thee.
I got a color HP printer for twenty-seven dollars.
And because I saved SO
MUCH MONEY on the printer? I got a skirt, a pair of knee-highs, a black
thin sweater, a white shirt, and some bath oil. And before you all remind
me that my printer will be exactly worth twenty-seven dollars, let me remind
you that our printers have all broken after two years, regardless of price.
So forget it. If this sucker lasts over one year, I'll be happy with it.
the new Hear Music station at Starbucks. If it isn't in your local
Starbucks store yet, it may be in the next year. It's a machine where
you pick out Hear Music songs (Hear Music has TONS of songs - including
all the songs you hear playing inside Starbucks) and make your own
CD. The prices are pretty cool, actually. And note the machines at
every chair! Crazy.
I'm so glad we stayed home tonight. I made a double-batch of Puppy
Chow for Fernanda's party, then divided up the rest into small baggies
for my trick-or-treaters. (This had Sean a bit concerned, so I put
an address label on each bag. But really, when's the last time you've
heard the famous razor-blade-in-a-candy-bar story?) We ran out of
those, so we passed out OLD single-bags
Friends & Eleanor
He didn't know what he was
We went through the whole bag of Whoppers, then we had to resort to easter
egg candies. Yes I'm serious. Sean
and I are famous for our Halloween-planning.
And where did all of these kids come from?!?
AND WHAT TIME IS IT? It's bad enough when all of our clocks vary by about
15 minutes, but then there's this dang time change and now the whole house
is in a time rift.