A Love Letter to Coconut Almond Chip

My darling Coconut Almond Chip, 

I have been infatuated with you since our first meeting on April 15, 2013. It was Patriot's Day here in Massachusetts. I arrived at Kimball Farm unaware of the love affair that would begin. I asked the girl behind the screen if I should try cherry chocolate chip or you. With a little encouragement in your direction I ordered and it was love at first bite. 

The day we first fell in love

I wondered as I left California how I would ever love a food as much as my cherished In-N-Out Burger. Coconut Almond Chip, you came to the rescue, bound up my broken heart and gave me reason to love again. 

As the summer went on I made every effort to always have you around. I ordered the tallest scoops I could and carried the leftovers home to hide in the freezer so I could savor the smooth coconut ice cream and crunchy almonds for days. When friends came to town I jumped at the chance to introduce them to you and your exquisite cousins. Nary a week went by that I wasn't found waiting in line to see your face.

As fall approached I knew our love would have to end and although I knew it would be a temporary parting it stung. I planned to stock up before Kimball Farm closed, to take home the biggest bucket of your creamy goodness I could. Oh how my heart broke when I realized that you were already gone, beloved by others who had taken every last scoop of you.

And so I waited. I talked about you, I dreamed about you, I counted the days until you would one day return and we could be reunited.

Then one spring day, as we drove near the road that leads to you I checked the opening schedule and realized that you were back! Your long absence was finally over! Excitement pulsed through my veins and butterflies filled my tummy as we drove the winding road to Carlisle. As we came around the last turn and my eyes caught the first glimpse of the Kimball Farm sign I squealed with delight! 

To once again be reunited with you was like living a fairy tale. All of my longing and dreaming was answered with piles of sweet and savory wholesomeness. I took you home with me and we've been rekindling our summer love.  

I am doing my best to not keep you all for myself, I've convinced a few other people to find their true ice cream love at Kimball Farm and they have. Caramel cashew, Heath bar crunch, cookies and cream...

You've only been back for a little over two weeks but I've already made the drive to Kimball Farm three times. I think about you all day and I can't wait to get home, open the freezer and see you sitting there waiting for me. I know our love will last forever, there is no other ice cream for me.

With all the love in my heart,

Sarah

Bedford to Lexington

This Saturday was too nice to not spend outside.

We lazed about the house all morning and I did a little crocheting on the patio but we really needed to be out in the sun doing something active. Winter has been so long! It seems like all we were able to do was sit on the couch and try to ignore the blizzards outside our window.

Spring has definitely made itself known so we strapped the bike rack to my car and loaded up the bikes. We can't really bike in our neighborhood because the roads are so narrow and windy with cars zooming down them. We would surely get hit and die.

 Fortunately there are some great bike paths in the area. We drove out to Bedford to bike the Minuteman trail down to Lexington.

The sun was out, the sky was a deep blue with puffy clouds floating along- something we haven't seen in far too long! The trail was busy, I think everyone who owns a bike had the same itch to get out and stretch their legs. We wound through the trees for the 4 miles to Lexington Common. 

We arrived just in time to see a large group of Red Coats on the green. They were doing some drills in preparation for the Patriot's Day reenactment. 

The Lexington Green is the site of one of the precursory battles in the Revolutionary War. In the hours following the skirmish at Lexington on April 19, 1775, a battle commenced a few miles down the road at Concord with the famous Shot Heard Around the World. Paul Revere, John Hancock and many other notable names of the time were involved in the day's events.

There is a tragic story attached to one of the houses adjacent to the battle green. The home is a private residence now but once belonged to Jonathan Harrington, a friend of Paul Revere and a patriot. Every year on Patriot's day a reenactor playing Jonathan Harrington kisses his wife on the doorstep before rushing to meet the rest of the Minutemen assembling across the road. As the battle closes the wounded Harrington drags himself back to his doorstep where he dies at his wife's feet. It's haunting to watch and drives home the sacrifices made by the men and women seeking freedom in America.

The common was full of people milling around, picnicking on the grass and napping in the sun. It was so wonderful to be outside in nature with other human beings! That is something I must have taken for granted before this winter. The ride back to Bedford was just as warm and enjoyable as it was on the way to Lexington- and most of it was downhill too!

Girly Dots & Dashes

I got a request to make a blanket for my cousin's new baby girl. I have a ton of cousins and we are all in the stage of life where babies abound. I wish I lived closer to all those cousins of mine and could squeeze the cheeks of their cute little ones. I love it when there are more babies than hands to hold them at family parties. I usually get barfed on by every kid I hold but it's a small price to pay for hanging out with those little angels.

Enough of my gushing about babies and on to the blanket...

I wanted to make something delicate and girly and I thought this pattern would look a little bit like lace if I did it right. I used the Lion Brand Pound of Love yarn and in purple, pink and cream. It ended up being just the right weight and the blanket came out so cozy! The texture was a little bit waffle-y, the rows almost overlap and it makes for a nice soft, squishy feel.

The pattern is from the Red Heart website and it's available here for free! I love free patterns. I have purchased a couple patterns recently and was very disappointed by one of them. I wouldn't have been so let down if it had been free but you live and learn right?

This was one of the first blankets I made where I carried they yarn up the sides rather than cutting it at the end of each row. I love that technique and use it whenever I can to make finishing a blanket a little easier- weaving in the ends after finishing a blanket is my very least favorite part! I talked a little about carrying the yarn up the sides in this post.

For the edging I did a few rounds of single crochets in the light pink but this would look great with a shell stitch or granny border too.

The best part of making these blankets is when I get to send them off and wait for pictures to come back. Check out this cutie enjoying her blanket:

Do you see what I mean about wanting to live closer so I can pinch those little cheeks? Oh my, what a cutie!

The Stats

Yarn: Lion Brand Pound of love- I used maybe half of each skein
Colors: Cream, Light Pink and Lavender
Hook size: 5mm or H
Starting chaing: ~100
Finished size: ~40 x 35

Let me know if you try out this pattern or if you have any questions! 

Maple Tapping

Did you know it takes 40 gallons of raw maple sap to make 1 gallon of maple syrup that you put on your pancakes?

Did you also know that this boy looks really cute as a maple leaf?

New Hampshire and Vermont are know for their maple syrup and there are families there who have been making it for generations. Every year they patiently wait for just the right moment when temperatures change from freezing to not-so-freezing to tap the trees and start collecting that golden goodness. I was expecting to see maple syrup running out of a faucet on every tree, ready to drip right onto a waffle. Well, there were no waffles and the process of making syrup was a little more complex than I imagined.

It looked like it would be a great, warm weekend for the opening of sugar shacks in New Hampshire so along with a few friends and a picnic in tow we headed up north.

Not too far from our destination it started looking like this:

Barf

Double barf

Super duper barf

This probably contributed to Thomas' buying tickets to Miami the following weekend.

We were expecting more of a shack but this particular farm was much larger and more modern than most sugar shacks in New Hampshire and Vermont. Also, the steam coming from the chimney up there made the most delicious maple smelling clouds!

The golden glowing syrup lined all the shelves in the store along with candies, popcorn, butters and spreads. It was maple everything!

This maple leaf cutout was a huge hit. There were more elbows thrown to get a chance with this thing than there were to get a taste of the hot maple donuts.

Everyone was pretty excited to take a tour of the farm and see the maple syrup river winding through the forest.

Especially Andrew. I think. Or he's planning to burn the whole place to the ground. 

Much to my surprise there were no kitchen faucets attached to the trees in the forest. There were actually just small black taps with blue tubing connecting all of the trees and running to a central location. The lines weren't flowing strongly thanks to the snow storm earlier that morning but if you looked closely you could see what looked like water inching it's way along the lines.

A vacuum system pulls all of the dripping sap through the lines and into a big vat at the bottom of the orchard. It looks nothing like syrup at this point. In fact it looked just like water. The gal leading the tour said that it's only about 2% sugar at this stage in the process. She let us taste a little ice chunk out of the collection tub and it had just the tiniest hint of sweetness.

From this shack the sap is pumped up to the main barn where it's boiled down to make the yummy goodness you smother on a pancake or dip your breakfast sausage in.

Speaking of sausage, they had a few pigs on this farm.

And this amazing house

Oh, and here is a cute baby to make your day

And our super rad friends, Ryan and Heather

Anyway, the sap makes it's way to this big fancy boiler where it's processed and concentrated to the right consistency and color. The color of the syrup changes depending on the temperature when the sap is collected. The sugar crystals form differently and can make the syrup lighter or darker as the season goes on. This is another point at which I as surprised, I thought we'd see some burly guy stirring a big black cauldron over a roaring fire. But this was cool too.

Can I have my syrup now??

We ended up eating all of the samples of maple cotton candy and maple cream we could before picking up a jar of maple BBQ sauce and a leaf of good old fashioned syrup. It makes our tradition of blueberry pancakes on Sunday mornings ever so slightly more tasty!