It's been a busy week here. I finished up my chapter revisions, and I've been working with my final data set. It's a beast, and will take me a bit to work through it, and finding out what it means. However, I decided I have been making myself crazy. All work and no play and all that. For the last few weeks I've been avoiding crafts etc, trying to focus on my dissertation, and I have come to the conclusion that I need a little "crafting as therapy" time. Not so much it interferes with my work, but enough that I quit getting completely stir crazy at 4pm because all I have done since 7 is been chained to my laptop.
To this end I am running (not a craft I know), it gets me out of the house to enjoy the nice weather. The problem is hills. Miami doesn't have them. I live on top of one. Once a week I have committed to running up or down to Golden Gardens. It is like an evil stair climber at the end of a run. Check this out, the terrain a la Google maps. Right there at 85th is where you decend or ascend straight up or down the hill (not on the road).
To go along with all this running, I have been knitting a little, bit. Not a lot, I've started seaming Russell's sweater, and I have a sock on the go. It's been mainly bus and movie knitting.
And I've been baking. A lot. I love baking. I like the chemistry nature of mixing the ingredients, but simultaneously the handcraft nature of assembling the product.
I baked some bread.
I have been working on my texture and technique, especially getting the loaf shape right. I think I might finally have it down for this recipe. Last weekend the farmers market has raspberries, lots and lots of raspberries and (for the farmers market) wicked on sale. I bought a half flat.
Some went into muffins, some went into salads, and some went into this...
That's the Brown Butter and Raspberry Tart from the June Bon Appetite. It was wicked easy to make.
And totally delicious. Good use of Raspberries.
As a weekend study break Russell and I headed out to the Viking Day's festival at the Nordic Heritage museum (We live in Ballard....its .....Nordic). The festival was small but cute. We perused, took in some local music and walked home. I'll be checking out the Museum over the winter, there is a large fiber arts community that holds a lot of classes and events there.
Now back to work.