Mr F has a cold. This is because we have been very busy and he is very stubborn. He reminds me a little kid rubbing their eyes and yawning while trying to convince someone they aren’t sleepy. I don’t blame him, it’s nice to have some downtime but it’s cost him his smelling ability and a clear head. I’m quite rundown as well (in a different sort of way, of course) so I decided to make some Cold Busting Soup. Normally I make something like this into a blow-your-head-off sauce for enchiladas or burritos ranchero style but since Mr F got to be my sous chef for this, soup was easier.
Cold Busting Soup:

Le ingredients:
- a few cloves of garlic
- one red onion
- some fresh grated ginger (to taste)
- two (or more) fresh jalapeƱos (Mr F put Bird’s Eye chillies in his)
- a dollop of english mustard
- canned tomatoes
- a handful of watercress
- veg stock
- can of chickpeas or beans
In a pot add a little olive oil, add beans/chickpeas and canned tomatoes. Heat slowly. Finely chop fresh ingredients and add to the pot. You can either add each item as you chop it or add it all together at the end. Whatever you do, make sure you add things that can go bitter last.

Serve piping hot with crusty bread and a salad if you are so inclined (Mr F was). Have tissues handy as nose running will commence.
And just to prove that I’m stubborn too, there’s Imogen.
I am currently calculating how many rows I need to knit a day to have it finished by Christmas Eve. The deadline was Saturday morning but there’s just no way that’s going to happen. Unless I bend the space-time continuum somehow.
But for the record, here’s the math for Imogen’s completion deadline: I need to finish the short row section today (5 sets of a total of 4 rows) and then I need to knit no less than 13.5 rows a day to finish in time for Christmas Eve. Did I mention each row is nearly 300sts long?
I’m seriously tempted to just give up on the deadline and cast on for another Chevron Scarf instead.
Must. Persevere.
I hate deadlines.









