Well. That whole ‘post daily’ thing didn’t last very long this month, now did it. Oh well.

We went to another anti-Prop 8 rally yesterday, taking part in the national protest. The crowd gathering in Sacramento this time was about half the size of the one last Saturday, but that was only to be expected, since there were crowds gathering all over the state, across the country, and even internationally as well. I didn’t get any pictures this time, mainly because there weren’t any higher vantages where I’d be able to get shots of the crowd, but the papers say there were around 1500 people there with us. This time they had a few people from various area churches come to speak, which I thought was a nice touch, since there’s been this perception that all Christians are against gay marriage, and that is so definitely not the case.

There hasn’t been much in the way of cooking lately; mainly we’re working our way through a bunch of leftovers in the freezer (that sweet potato gnocchi has made it through quite a few lunches). As for that corned beef I mentioned in the last post? Shudder. I know corned beef is supposed to be salty, but this one was just over the top. We both couldn’t finish our first servings, even with all the added veggies to cut the intensity, and we ended up throwing all the rest of it away, because there just wasn’t any way to salvage it, nor were we even interested. I suspect the problem, however, was not in the actual package of corned beef itself, but in the fact that ever since my dad’s six-way bypass, I’ve been finding all sorts of ways to cut the salt in our diets, just because Americans tend to eat far too much of it in general. So our tastebuds just aren’t able to handle anything quite that heavily salted anymore. Heh – there are worse food tragedies to suffer, I suppose.

This afternoon we headed off to Vacaville – me for the monthly knitting group at the bakery, and Richard to camp out at Borders and work on his novel. Now that I’ve finished my niece’s new Christmas stocking (which took all of about 10 hours, total, to knit; significantly less than I was expecting), I am back to working solely on a stranded colorwork sweater for myself. I have to admit, as much as I am usually *not* a fan of stranded colorwork, working on first this sweater and then on the stocking, has gotten me really in the mood to find more of the same type. It’s actually kind of fun, in a mind-numbing sort of way.

On the way home from Vacaville, we swung by my parents’ house and picked up two big grocery sacks full of pomegranates. My mom’s friend has a pomegranate tree and apparently they do not eat the fruit and were looking for someone on which to foist them; luckily my mom knew I would jump at the chance to get my hands on free pomegranates, because no matter how fiddly and frustrating it is to make, there is no stopping my compulsion to try making pomegranate jelly again, year after year after year.