Creamed Corn

One of the problems with air travel these days is the so-called security check. I travel with two computers, shoes, handbag, and carry-on suitcase, each of which requires a separate container for x-ray. I had taken the corn bunting out to fiddle with during the interminable flight from Narita and didn't get a chance to stuff it back into my suitcase. During the excitement of removing shoes, replacing laptops into the computer bag, donning shoes, getting wanded, and so on, I forgot to pick up the knitting bag.

It's still in Detroit, although Roy pointed out that they probably blew it up by now. Popcorn?

I am not overly saddened, because I hated knitting with that heavy sport-weight yarn. The loss of my KnitPicks was more hurtful.

By the way, here is a mostly useless factoid for those of you who might ever acquire a box of genuine wasabi kasu: it sets off the bomb sniffer. Someone kindly gave me a huge box of this stuff before I left. Kasu is the lees left over from making sake. It's a paste that smells like wine and tastes like heaven, especially when mixed with wasabi. Like balsamic vinegar, most wasabi is imitation, as the genuine stuff is very expensive. Two Japanese friends sent away to their home province for a supply of kasu mixed with The Real Thing. It was worth the hassle at the airport, but if someone gifts you with a box of it, be prepared for a bit of Airport Security Panic.

A wonderful harvest of yarn, patterns, and books awaited me at home as compensation. RIP, corn bunting. The next few posts will be fun!