Carthington, C. A real effing effer.

I call this one: I'm a helicopter pilot ma'am.



Last night, I had a dream in the style of a Masterpiece Theater, Victorian drama type thing. It sort of took place on a train. For part of it, I was reading the story in a book in the library, and for the other part of it, I was watching it like a movie. I remember no one had a first name. They were all addressed by their last name, then first initial. The only character I actually remember was Carthington, C., an elderly, wealthy, widow (of course, no Victorian story is complete without one). The text in the book part of the dream read: "Carthington, C., a woman who took great delight in observing birds of the region through her binoculars for hours at a time. Known also for taking even greater delight in being served one of those birds, after viewing it from afar, in all its' roasted glory for her evening meal."

Then in the movie version, she was in the dining car of a train, looking the wrong way through the binoculars at the roasted bird on her plate so that it appeared far away and small, laughing uproariously the whole while. "I saw you earlier you effing effer. You were so pretty!". This was another of her characteristics. She referred to everyone behind their backs as "that effing effer".

Anyhoo.

I culled the pumpkins and embarked on a pie. Half-way through, I discovered I had no cinnamon, so I used a 45 year old allspice, sitting dustily on the shelf. It was passed down from my mother who probably had it since the start of her marriage. Note to self: refresh spices. It turned out tasty anyway, but T doesn't like pumpkin pie so now I have a whole damn pie that I MUST not eat in it's entirety. It is still warm from the oven and very enticing... Observe the life of the pumpkin.






Also, please enjoy witnessing my first hand knit baby item. I made this eensy cardigan and I'm pretty pleased with myself. So much more satisfying and quick to make baby clothes as opposed to giant adult clothes that take a million years and always turn out cruddy. Although, I am knitting myself a rather fetching scarf right now. I will show you soon.



Now, one more tiny slice of pie while it is still warm and new to the world. The little effing effer...