Friday, June 7, 2013
We are packing the kiln
There is nothing like a little rain delay or weather delay to make things all exciting around here.
To the right are some of those "crown" pots.
The new addition is the tall narrow jars that Mark has made to hold pasta, think spaghetti, Linguine,Capelli d'angelo.
I own a jar like this and do love it so.
In talking about new and different shapes to add to the crown area of the kiln we thought about this pasta jar.
I am sure you could fill it with anything you want other than pasta, we would not care.
I am already in love with them all.
A nice fat jar.
Other news is that it is doing nothing but raining around these parts the past week or so.
The skies must be crying for me since the kids went home.
The rain is great for the garden but there is a point that this much rain starts its own set of problems.
We did cover the potato bed yesterday since we have been greedily digging up some of the best tasting new potatoes we have ever put in out mouths.
The red ones are so good and since they are so fresh they cook so fast.
So, since we are so-ing here and making up new words, I am just cooking until done and then tossing them with some olive oil, salt, pepper and maybe a tad of balsamic vinegar.
Goodness, those potatoes, along with fresh cucumbers, broccoli and some local goat cheese are just tasty and yummy!
Mark and I realized that the meal we had the other night was just about as local as you can get.
We buy what we don't grow from a friend 10 minutes from the house.
Here is the back stack of the kiln that went in yesterday.
We took a break at 4 and never went back.
We have been running on the summer schedule this week. We are up early and there are days that we are at work at 7-8 am. Then we don't feel too guilty about quitting early, taking a break and getting other things done.
On another note:
Here is a link to a couple of potters who have had a major disaster hit there lives.
Maybe you could pass this on or help.
I know what it is like to have your life change overnight.
I always felt lucky that we had our home, and that we did not lose more in the fire, and, yet, I know that it has taken me close to 5 years to feel like I have a sense of normal again.