Thursday, March 09, 2006
Day #4 The irish and the hungarian
Today's guests are my parents. Mom, the Irish one, wearing her scarf that I knitted for her in December. Dad, the Hungarian, wearing his favorite red cap. They and all their friends seem to be into leather jackets lately. No motorcycles, this generation was in the Korean War not the Vietnam War.
Made some of my mother's mother's Irish soda bread today. We use lots of caraway seed in our family recipe. I laughed at myself today, when Al asked how much longer the bread needed to be in the oven. I don't have a timer. Never use one. I cook by smell. I can tell when things are done that way.
I know I can find yarn from Ireland. Can I find yarn from the old Hungary region? Hmmmmmmmmm....