...also known as the Amazing Lace Challenge #2! This time we were challenged to show off our best X-treme lace knitting skills...X-tremely crazy, X-tremely terrifying, etc. Problem is, I am X-tremely boring. I don't skydive, hike up mountains, or even snorkle. So I decided to take the challenge into Fear Factor territory, and this is where things got X-tremely crazy.
6/12/06:
Amby: I've finally decided what we're going to do for the X-treme challenge, Miss Sassy!
Sassy: Watch paint dry?
Amby: No! You know that restaurant in Riverview, Kola's?
Sassy (suspiciously): Yeah?
Amby: You know what they serve there? Muskrat! They had it on the Travel Channel on America's Craziest Foods or something like that. So we're going to chow down on some X-treme muskrat while lace knitting!
Sassy: Muskrat my %$^#ing ^&%!!!!
Now, since Miss Sassy is easily stuffed into a knitting bag and silenced, I carried on with my X-treme plan. Yes, Kola's is a real restaurant, yes they serve muskrat, and you betcha I was going to eat it while knitting lace. I was going to win at least one challenge in the Amazing Lace, and if it meant making the entire knitalong barf onto their collective knitting, then so be it!!!
6/16/06:
(Amby and a brave volunteer are headed to Kola's with Miss Sassy shrieking hysterically in the backseat).
Sassy: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS! LOOK, THERE'S AN ARBY'S RIGHT DOWN THE STREET! HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THE CALORIE COUNT OF SAUTEED MUSKRAT?!?!?!
Amby: Shut up Sassy, I have visions of muskrat and mashed potatoes dancing in my head. And you're going to eat it too, or so help me wool I'll give you to the Russells to play with. I'm sure you'd look reaaaally nice wadded up on the bottom of a dog crate.
At this point, the Muskrateers pulled into Kola's only to find an empty parking lot and a sign on the door indicating that the restaurant was closed for renovations. Miss Sassy sees this just before attempting hara-kiri with her Denise Needles.
Sassy: THANK YOU GOD!!!!!
Amby: Sonofabitch! Now what?
Much swearing and pouting ensued, and Amby picked up some questionable-looking Downriver sushi for lunch instead.
Amby: Uh, Sassy? I wouldn't touch that yellowtail tuna...I think it's supposed to be white, not brown.
Sassy: Oh, so now YOU'RE the picky one since the muskrat fell through, huh?
I don't think it takes a genius to figure out what happened next. Yarn barf, naturally. Apparently Sassy didn't know that vast quantities of vodka will kill anything that has the power to turn white tuna brown (although she does now).
So what all has come from this X-tremely bizarre culinary knitting adventure? My in-laws continue to believe that I'm nuts:
JP (on the phone with his mom): So, Amby's going to eat muskrat for lunch today.
Mom: Why?!?
JP: Oh, it's some knitting thing.
My coworkers continue to believe that I'm nuts:
Coworker #1 (who was born in, raised in, and lives Downriver, and KNOWS the owner of Kola's): You're going to eat MUSKRAT?!?! EEEWWWWW!!!
Amby: Well, it's not like it's some random rat I picked up in Detroit. It's a USDA-certified rat!
And Miss Sassy will be nursing a serious hangover tomorrow. (Martini recipe here).

















