This morning was the last of five organ Sundays in a row for me. Between warming up and service starting, I looked up and saw the smallest smallish bear out in the pews. Waiting. Passing time.
I love the moments before Sunday morning gets busy. I smile thinking of others I love, also getting ready. Musicians and pastors. Sextons and ushers. All of us taking the time to breathe in the quiet and sacred space.
The beauty of these before moments is awesome and wonderful. I am glad I took the time to notice today.
The directory outside my office door is outdated too, but in less of a historic preservation sort of way.
Walking through the same space where all of that thinking happened was powerful. Whether the work was original, derived, or a bit of both, there’s no denying that the inventions attributed to Edison changed the world.
If you have a chance to visit, definitely take the time.
My standard dinner rotation has been feeling stale. I enjoy being in the kitchen, I don’t enjoy being bored. An infusion of new flavors and new skills is long overdue.
Lima Bean’s birthday dinner out reminded me that we all enjoy Indian food. I was sure I had at least one cookbook to start with, so off I went!
I am using Indian: deliciously authentic dishes by Shehzad Husain and Rafi Fernandez, published by Hermes House. I cannot speak to the authenticity at all, just the fact that most of the recipes look good to me. When I flipped through, almost all of them were already starred, proof of my long-ago intentions to start cooking.
I also don’t need to cook it all at once. The Kettle Slayer gently informed me he wasn’t sure how much Indian food he could comfortably eat. No worries. My goal in June is to try five new recipes. About once a week I’ll dive into this world and see what I can learn.
Tonight we made Onion Bhajias. From the recipe, these seemed similar to the pakoras we live so much at the restaurant. The internet tells me they are essentially the same snack, named differently in different regions.
I was nervous about the besan (chickpea flour) as I am not a fan of the musty, bean-y taste I often end up with from the grocery store variety available to me. For my summer adventure I ordered Deep brand online. This was a completely different experience – light, not bean-y, and just delicious!
Now I need to learn how to make some chutneys to go with these! Condiments are next on my list. Who’s coming to dinner?
I’ve had my eye out for a sewing machine cabinet for some time now. Yesterday, I found this lovely one at a tag sale down the street. It came with a machine that didn’t work.
No worries. I figured I’d take this one out and put my machine right in. My machine is at the shop for its annual tune-up, so I thought I’d just poke around a little and see if I could solve this puzzle.
I peeked inside and underneath. A little rust, but nothing obviously wrong.
Then I took off a faceplate and found this:
That took a bit of cleaning!
Still the needle didn’t move. The hand wheel turned, but no other action. The belt looked great. I took all of that off and found a washer inside the handwheel was on upside down. The projections meant to engage the next piece were facing the wrong way!
I reassembled the wheel and it worked!
The feed dogs are rusty.
I soaked them overnight in cola and scrubbed them well today. They look much better, but I’ll still probably try to replace this piece.
A new lightbulb went in and that worked too!
The next mystery was why the presser foot lever would not bring the presser foot down. I tightened a screw, tapped on the shaft from below, polished off some rusty bits and still no luck. Eventually I used my screwdriver to gently force a piece above the lever up and back down again several times. Suddenly the lever engaged and the foot came down!
There are more bits to figure out. The next two tasks are to learn how to move the feed dog height lever and how to make the stitch width lever work. It has a knee control instead of a foot pedal and that will take some getting used to.
What a fun puzzle to play with!
My dear friend, the Anne-girl, gave me the best advice today. We were discussing my latest ambitious read and how I wasn’t sure I’d get through the nearly 900 pages of early twentieth-century US politics even though the people were so interesting.
Can you just focus on the Tafty bits?, she asked. And we dissolved into giggles at the dinner table.
I love it. I’ve been in a funk lately. Not answering letters, general blah, post-house-buying overwhelmedness. What if, instead of drowning in the details, I just focused on the Tafty bits?
Tafty is so close to tasty that I think we can declare them synonymous. I can imagine it in colonial script when the f symbol was written without the crossbar, making it look like a giant flowy ess.
Today’s Tafty bits:
Two walks in the bright spring sun
Dinner made by The Kettle Slayer
Both bears home safely
Rhyming words for no reason
Finishing a quilt back
Learning to use my new weights
Warm milk with honey
Having a few minutes to read
This is a good plan.