Only 7 months ago, when I first moved to Berkeley from Seattle, I wrote a plaintive email to Rachael; the subject line read "Lonely knitter seeks company." Last night Rachael had to struggle to be heard over the crowd at the Dulaan Knit-In that I hosted, laughing at me while she looked at the standing-room only group who had gathered to enjoy each other's company and to make garments for homeless children and adults in Mongolia.
(In no particular order) Susan, Yvette, Joy, Jewel, Lolly, Nathania, Rachael, Bethany, Wren, Marge, Sylvia, Joanna, Emily, and Celia were all able to come. Some of us had met before, and others were newcomers, but you'd hardly know it from the noise level. We had waaay too much food! And yarn: Susan brought a box of donations to add to my large tote box full. And ideas about what to knit: hats and mittens were greatly in evidence. Wren brought a completed Coronet Hat (a free pattern from Knitty), and several people cast on the same pattern. A spirited argument about mitten thumb placement broke out--we are passionate knitters with lots of opinions for sure!
Marge, a middle-school student, had prepared a list of Mongolian words, which she shared with us. I wish I had thought to ask her for a copy.
Rachael and sister Bethany.
Nathania was alert to the camera, but Celia, Lolly (reaching for the wine), and Marge were taken unaware.
Wren (back of head), Susan, Joy, and Yvette
Yvette, Emily, Marge, Sylvia, and Nathania; Celia near the window. Emily was happily munching on the Terra Chips when Sylvia exclaimed, "Oh! I thought that was a bowl of potpourri!" Whereupon Emily said, "You watched me eating this for the last five minutes and thought I was eating potpourri? And you let me do it?" Just a funny moment.
Shadow was very much in evidence.
It amazes me how the world works. Just when I'm nearly fed up with violence and short-sighted self-interest and the myriad forms of tyranny that the newspaper keeps us abreast of, I am faced with this simple fact: 15 well-fed, well-educated, well-off (and we all are, no matter what our status with the IRS, in comparison to the majority of the world's people) women gathered in a city near the Pacific Ocean to show our concern for people unknown to us whose lives are not as easy as ours by a long shot. What else can I say? Thank you, everyone who came.
I promised to include my recipe for Spicy Peanut Noodles, so here it is:
Spicy Peanut Noodles
10 ounces thin spaghetti
2 Tablespoons toasted sesame oil
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1/2 cup soy sauce
1/4 cup sugar
2 Tablespoons minced garlic
2 Tablespoons hot chili oil
Cook the pasta until al dente per package instructions (don't overcook). Toss with the sesame oil.
In the meantime (this is just like knitting instructions, isn't it?), stir the remaining ingredients together in a saucepan over medium heat until they form a smooth sauce. If the sauce is thicker than mayonaise, add some hot water to it.
Stir into the pasta.