"Making fishcakes is magic. Making fishcakes is an act of creation and a simple transformation each and every time. Each fishcake holds hours of my life. I know it looks just like a sandwich, but really, it's eight hours fishing off of the pier in the blazing sun, three hours casting into the ocean by moonlight, two hours spent cleaning, cooking, and picking out bones. It is all those hours when I chose to spend time feeding another person. It's giving them my time- time that I could have spent on anything, or anyone, else. Fishcakes are love, fried and warm, with a slice of grilled pineapple on the side for color."*
There is a lot written out there about the benefits of knitting. It's yoga, it's sex, it's chocolate. It's generous, it's warm, it's community. But I have to say one of the things that has changed the most about me as I've become a knitter, and particularly a sock knitter, is the amount of appreciation I can muster for the gifts others make so painstakingly with their hands. So thanks, Steve-O, for the fishcake sandwiches.
And since I mentioned socks...
I'm off to West-by-God VA this weekend with the Frickrents to celebrate my birthday with a massage in the piney woods, where I will finish the second sock and search the couch cushions for coins in order to scrape together enough for more of this Sock Hop yarn.
* Mad-libbed from Yarn Harlot: the Secret Life of a Knitter by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.