I grew up a half-hour from the site of the Woodstock Festival (Bethel, NY), and because of this, there is a pretty big concentration of aging hippies in the Catskill Mountains of NY and the Pocono Mountains of PA. I got to hear about Woodstock and its history pretty often because of this, however, I don't think most people do.
In honor of the music festival's 40th Aniversary in mid-August, The New York Times just so happens to be asking people to head that way to take pictures and videos of what it's like now, and what they remember from it, or if they even got there or if they were stuck in traffic on the New York Thruway. You can head this way for more info!
I won't be able to compare the way Yasger Farms looks today compared to how it was during the festival, or to give you any first hand look into the festival, but I can tell you that the streams and rivers of one of the most beautiful, secret corners of our country still feel this way:
I'm new here. I get lost sometimes and I'm not a regular at any cafe's or quaint shops yet that I don't know of through friends, but I still feel like Madison is a good match for me in terms of towns. Within my first few days here, I was invited to three different knitting circles. I'd say that's a pretty good signal of a good fit for me.
In other news, I've just started knitting the Pea Pod Cardigan from Knit 2 Together.
Little needles. Lots of work. Lots of love.
Photo by Eric Axene (photographer for Knit 2 Together) Couldn't you picture Sylvia Plath wearing it?
This past week has been really strange for me. I got really sick on Monday and I kept getting worse, and eventually on Wednesday Jason had to rush me to intensive care twice in the same day because my asthma was getting out of control and my inhaler wasn't helping me. I haven't had such a hard time with my asthma since I was a little girl. Scary stuff, but I'm a-okay now! Thank goodness for whatever I was pumped full of, because let me tell you, it is terrifying to not be able to breathe! My doctor was a friend of Jason's boss from Indie Coffee, too, isn't that ironic?
Since I haven't been able to write all week, I thought I would share my Vegan Split Pea Soup recipe with everyone.
2 cups dried split peas
2 cups water (and add an additional cup every so often when you need to. You'll know.)
1/2 large white onion, diced
1 large carrot, cut into coins
1 1/4 tspns curry
salt and pepper (however much you choose)
Put the carrots into the pot you're going to use to get a little soft, and add in the onions until they become translucent.
Add two cups of water, then the split peas. Keep on a medium heat and add water as the mixture become dry. If you've ever made split pea soup, you know it's supposed to be thick like a stew, so just try to find a thickness that works for you and your taste.
Add the curry powder and some salt and pepper. This gives the warm taste that you would normally get from ham that is traditionally used in Split Pea Soup. My mom used to make Split Pea Soup for my family when my sister and I were young and we still ate meat, and I think the curry tastes best!
P.S. I've had a few people ask me if I've become vegan recently because of a lot of the recipes I've been posting, and I'm not, although I'm a Vegetarian. I just feel like Vegan recipes are a bit more challenging and allow for more creativity sometimes. I just wanted to set that straight.
Meet Willamena, or Willi as we call her since we adopted her for free from a weird tchotchke shop on Williamson St (aka Willy St) this morning. I went home and looked up the meaning and it means Strong-willed Warrior. A very, very, very appropriate name for our completely spunky, constantly miewing new kitten.
This has been an incredibly rough year for me. When I got engaged he cried and supported me through it. When I was in the hospital for a week during the winter, my dad drove six hours everyday to be with me during my visiting hours. When I moved to Madison he bought me every nick-nack and gadget possible for my bike so I would "light up like a f-ing Christmas tree." Today was my dad's birthday. In return, I let him tell me corny jokes and quote The Godfather to his hearts content. I also knit him a guitar strap and bought him a yo-yo, because he's a 13 year old in a 53 year old man's body.