Chicken dinner, cables and Rhinebeck

First order of business yesterday, to roast the chicken, which will be sandwiches, soup addition, salad, and finally, soup.

These little misfits chickens, just a couple of pounds, are so good. I don't do anything fancy with them, just butter and salt, one hour at 400°f.  They're good enough not to need much done.

True of pretty much any good ingredients. It's the struggling ones that need a lot of inventive cooking.  Tough meat, tired veggies, bland and dull squash, all that, need a lot of help. From me they get a wide berth, life being too short. Except butternut squash, which tastes of something. 

Speaking of inventive, I decided to try converting the latest granola into bars. This entailed a butter/ sugar/ molasses addition, and pressing into a pan, to refrigerate. I expect Handsome Son will help sample them.  One of my Minnesota friends used to say that in her world, the word bars instantly conjures up church suppers!

The reason for the molasses is that I don't buy brown sugar, which is needed here. It's just sugar still with its molasses, so I buy one kind of whitish cane sugar and where brown sugar is needed, add in a bit of molasses to convert it back, more or less. Good enough for gummint work, anyway.

Yesterday's knitting group was small and good, and the only projects you haven't seen are these from Sandy

this is a hat in black. As I angled it to catch the pattern, my phone read it as grey, but I thought you should see these very proficient cables.

Her other project is setting up for a Halloween sweater, with dancing skeletons to be worked on a black background.

Sandy fitted us in before dashing off for the weekend to Rhinebeck, to the huge annual sheep and wool festival, where crowds of knitters gather, with famous designers, sheep, yarn and general partying, wearing all kinds of handknits, many created specially for the event. This year the weather's wet and windy, but it won't deter the  faithful from their annual pilgrimage. 

The now indoor marigolds are taking a brave stab at flowering

Happy day, everyone! Enjoy your weekend, whatever the weather, looking at you, Babet in the UK.