First the knitting. The Andes Mint sweater is getting there. I finished the body ribbing and have started the first sleeve. The sweater looks decidedly like arse on me, but it will be warm and as a friend said the other day, I can always wear it while doing yard work. (You'll have to wait to the end of this entry to see the pic though.)
After a big rain this week, I spied what we later learned to be not only an American Bullfrog but a one-eyed bullfrog. We thought the suburbs of Oklahoma City weren't the best place for him to be when we knew of a pond that he would just love:
Sure enough, he seemed to jump right into his new habitat (OH I kill myself...jump right in)!
See the absence of one eye on the right? Wild, huh? We named him Cyclops. We sang Born Free (okay, I thought it but didn't sing it), and we thought how happy would be.
Then I went inside and cooked one of our family recipes, Grandmother Hall's Banana Pudding:
Don't tell anyone in the family, but it's probably a recipe off the side of a box somewhere, but my aunt Sue got Grandmother's recipe by following her around the kitchen and measuring as she cooked. NOW, being a sucker for tradition and history, one of the fun parts for me is that I make her banana pudding using the exact same pans she used. They are around 50-60 years old. Word on the family tree is that Grandaddy bought them from a door-to-door salesman in Odessa, TX for what was a small fortune on their teacher salaries.
Here's Grandmother's double-boiler with my double batch of banana pudding thickening away. Note the butter melting away into rich sugary goodness:
Here's the finished product ready to go in the fridge (half uncovered so the Nilla Wafers don't get soggy).
And here's one naked boy (who just finished swimming in the pond) in deep negotiations with his papa hoping he'll share some warm banana pudding with him:
The cute naked boy won.
See I'll take a million pictures and do most anything to avoid facing 18 more inches of ribbing.
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