- The dog ate my homework. Probably shouldn't have written it on a T-bone.
- The weekend was too pleasant.
- I completely forgot it was Monday a.k.a. Blog Day.
Italians don't really eat dessert much, but they do eat biscotti. Here are almond biscotti, before they're cut and re-baked (that's what biscotti means: twice baked); they're flavored with fennel, black pepper and Meyer lemon. I served them with Madeira to dunk them in.
Next, I made Amaretti to serve with the chocolate cake I was making. They were golden, beautiful, smelled amazing, but with a trace of burnt smell. Yes, I burned them! The bottoms were all black, and I was sad. Plan B: no Amaretti.
It was. I made an espresso sauce to go with it and packed everything up to go to Pat's house. It was a delightful evening, full of friendship, amazing food and Italian music.
Which is all to say I have not been weaving, not one pick or throw. I've been knitting chenille gifts for family members for Christmas, going on bad dates, working like crazy on pickles and hanging out with the pets. I'm hoping to spend some time in the loominaria this weekend, but no promises. I do, however, promise to post more punctually next week! Until then, happy weaving!