All fired up: fused glass jewelry making at Luke Adams Glass

A few years ago, a friend got me into jewelry making – beading, primarily using wire and often using glass/crystal, gemstones and metal beads. There are times when I think that bracelet she helped me make that first day was just the gateway to a far larger addiction, one that I thought culminated in my filling my own bead box (or BoB – Box of Beads). My BoB is the equivalent of a chunky rolly-carryon suitcase, and it’s filled to the gills with stuff.

Even so, when a Groupon came into my inbox last year for a one-hour fused glass jewelry making class at a glass workshop not too far from my house, it seemed like a gimme. My sister agreed to come along and I bought the deal. Months later, after many months of saying “We need to use this thing before it expires!” and several emails from Groupon reminding me that this thing was sitting in my account unused, I went online to schedule. Since the workshop – Luke Adams Glass in Norwood, MA – uses the online Groupon schedule system, it was insanely easy to sign up for the class on their calendar. BIG PLUS.

Luke Adams Glass - Shop

The cozy store by the “hot shop”

And then came the class itself. We were about 8 people, all newbies looking to make a new piece of shiny-shiny for ourselves. The instructor was quite friendly and showed us around – to the area where they blow the glass (hot!) and then into a side room that functions as a storeroom and class area. At a large high-top table, plastic bins of many colors of glass sat waiting for us, along with cutting and separating tools. A board on the wall served to demonstrate how combinations and shapes change when the glass enters the kiln and gets fused. It becomes easy to see – although still incredibly hard to grasp – how square cuts turn to circles and yellows turn to reds and oranges.

Fused glass samples

Before & after samples of fused glass ideas (click to expand)

The class covered the making of a single piece: a pair of earrings, a pendant for a necklace, a ring, a focal point for a cuff bracelet or a bangle bracelet with 5 or 6 beads (depending upon required length). More pieces could be made for a nominal added cost (typically $20), and there was enough time in the hour to get instruction and make two pieces. For my part, I decided to throw in the extra $20 and make both a necklace and a six-bead bracelet. The necklaces automatically come with a silver-plated chain, and you can pay more for a sterling silver chain. You make the glass portion of the jewelry, and once it’s out of the kiln, the folks at Luke Adams take care of the gluing, mounting and other associated work required to turn the glass into something wearable.

My pendant before

Pendant – before fusing

My pendant - after

After fusing…lovely!

My bracelet - before

Bracelet components, pre-fusing

My bracelet - after

So pretty!!

I have to say, one hour isn’t nearly enough. I could’ve stayed for 3 hours. 5 hours. It was a ton of fun trying to see what combinations I could come up with, and my fauxCD was nicely challenged by the need to make precise cuts and snap things just so in order to make sure that I didn’t turn the glass into something resembling poorly scooped Jell-O. (Which I also did, by the way.) It was so much fun that when I was on Groupon the other day, buying access to MOAR STARBUCKS (yeay!), I saw a deal for a one-hour glassblowing class that yields you an ornament or paperweight. A quickly placed tweet to my sister and off I went, buying yet another hour of time at the studio.

I can’t wait. We’re heading over there in early June, and I’m sure it’s going to be fantastic. Naturally, I can’t afford to do this all the time, but I have to say that it’s terrifically fun expanding my knowledge of media and trying new ways of making jewelry. Sure, I didn’t fire the items myself (students put their pieces on a shared kiln tray and the Luke Adams folks handle it from there), but I don’t need to watch the glass fuse to know that I made original pieces that I already LOVE wearing. Even more fabulous than the compliments I get from co-workers, I have the self-satisfaction of knowing that I made what I’m wearing and I got to learn something while making it. That’s just cool on so many levels…

More examples of what they offer in their store:

Glass pumpkin patch

The shiniest pumpkin patch ever?

Glass bowl

WANT.

For anyone else interested in checking out Luke Adams Glass – they have their own store at the workshop, and you can sign up for classes through Groupon or right there in the store. They seem to offer deals through Amazon Local Deals and Living Social, or you can pay full price right through their website or by signing up at the studio.

Disclaimer: Neither Groupon nor Luke Adams Glass provided anything in exchange for this post; I wrote this on my own, under my own steam, and solely because I WANTED TO WRITE THIS TO SHOW MY SUPPORT OF A WICKED COOL LOCAL BUSINESS. The Groupon deal used to take this class was paid for 100% by me and my sister, without any additional offsetting by a third party. All opinions expressed above are my own.

Panzanella

A few years ago, my sister and I were walking out of a spa visit in Harvard Square when we happened upon a farmer’s market. We both oohed and aahed over the tomatoes and other wonderful items on display, and she suggested that I put together some of the items to make a panzanella.

Panzanella???, I responded. She then went on to explain that it’s a bread salad that can be used to showcase some of the wonderful seasonal items you can get during the summertime. Of course, with kiddos that love bread, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers and cheese, this is a great dish all year ’round. You can use this as a light entrée or as a side dish, and it’s easy enough to make in bulk to have as a side for parties. It’s also easily scalable; if you don’t want a lot, just get a smaller bread and half everything else (one pint of cherry tomatoes instead of a quart, 1/2 lb of mozzarella instead of a full pound, etc.).

Note also that you can substitute chopped tomatoes for the cherry tomatoes and cubed mozzarella cheese for the mozzarella pearls; I use them because they’re time-savers. For the cherry tomatoes, I strongly recommend either doing this when they’re in season or getting some of the NatureSweet ones; flavorless cherry tomatoes do nothing but add color to the dish, so you want ones with flavor.

Given that the flavors here all pretty much stand on their own, also make sure that you’re using an olive oil that you really LIKE. We tend to use Colavita Extra Virgin Olive Oil, if that’s any help.

Panzanella

OM NOM all year long, but especially in the summertime!

Prep Time: 20 mins

Cooking Time: 0! None! Zilch! (yeay)

Serves: 6 as a main dish, more as a side dish

Ingredients

1 loaf fresh ciabatta bread (or other similarly large, crusty bread)

2 pints (1 quart) cherry tomatoes (or 4-5 large tomatoes, cubed in 1/2″ cubes)

1 english cucumber

1 lb mozzarella pearls (or 1 lb mozzarella, cubed in 1/2″ cubes)

8-10 leaves fresh basil

1/4 cup olive oil

salt and pepper, to taste

Make it Happen

1. Chop the bread into roughly 1/2″ cubes. Place them in a large serving bowl.

2. Wash the cherry tomatoes and dry them carefully. (I use a paper towel). Add the dry tomatoes to the bread and stir to combine. (Drying them prevents them from turning the bread into a soggy mess.)

3. Wash and chop the cucumber into 1/4 – 1/2″ cubes. Add them to the bowl and stir to combine.

4. Separate the mozzarella pearls and add them to the serving bowl, stirring to combine.

5. Wash, dry and roughly chop the basil leaves until they are in no more than 1/4″ pieces. Add them to the serving bowl and stir to combine.

6. Drizzle some of the olive oil over top of the mixture and stir to combine; add the remainder of the oil and stir to combine further.

{At this point, you can season further and serve or cover with plastic wrap and place it in the refrigerator, to bring out at a later point in the day. This is a perfect item to prepare in advance of a party. If you want to do most of the prep in advance of a big meal without taking up space in the fridge, simply move the mozzarella to the LAST step.}

Oh, Boston you’re my home (now)

It’s hard to put into words just what today meant to me. I’m not a native. I’m a transplant from Washington, DC, and I didn’t even marry a Bostonian – I married a native of New Hampshire. But, in many ways, I’ve become a Bostonian over the last 16 years that I’ve lived here, and it’s home to me as much as DC is home. (For a native Washingtonian, that’s saying something BIG.)

The first April after I moved to the Boston area, I worked in Copley Square and didn’t quite get why I got Patriots Day off (Patriots Day – what’s that?!) until I realized that my office was at the finish line and there was no earthly way employees could get to work en masse on the Commonwealth-wide holiday. So, I did what any other local would do: went drinking with friends at a nearby pub and then took a break to stand in front of the Hynes Convention Center cheering on the runners who made their way down the homestretch of Boylston Street headed for the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

I quickly caught on to how it works: even if you don’t know someone running, you root for everybody. You latch onto something about the runners and you give them the gas to make it those extra few blocks until they can finally drop from exhaustion. You clap and cheer – screaming at the top of your lungs. You see someone flying by you wearing shorts made to look like their country’s flag and you shout out a personalized cheer (“Ciao, Italia!” got a huge grin from one runner). You read their shirts that tell you their names and you call them out – verbal juice for these amazing individuals.

You see, while the media covers the winners of the races – the people who claim the medals – they completely miss the other winners. Everybody who runs the race is a winner, as are all of the charities they run for. Once you get outside the small “elite” pack of runners, the overwhelming majority of bib-holders are running for a charity. These are usually medically-related, like Dana Farber Cancer Institute, and the fundraising minimums are stiff – typically in the low-to-mid four figures. These runners have been marathoning long before they got into their running training, holding fundraising dinners, raffles, auctions and whatever else it takes to make it happen.

And then came the year when I decided to do my first marathon. I knew I couldn’t run it because my knees would never make it, so instead I walked it. I did it under the auspices of the Boston Marathon Jimmy Fund Walk because I would get to walk the same hallowed course that the April runners get to tread. I would go where they went and do what they did (albeit in a far longer stretch of time). The first year, I was in tears coming down Boylston into Copley because I didn’t know if I could finish…but I had to. The second year, I was exhilarated because I came into the finish line STRONG, beating my personal demons back. This third year…I will be somber. And sad. But I will finish, because that’s what you do.

When I was first contacted by a frantic friend, texting me concerned that I was in or near the city, I had no idea what was going on. I was in meeting starting right around when the explosions occurred, 50ish-mi south in Providence, RI, and I didn’t have a clue of what was happening in my adopted hometown. Once I heard, I went numb. Then I panicked – wondering where my friends were. I had frequent twitter correspondence friends at the finish line, like Elizabeth Comeau from Boston.com and Adam 12 from RadioBDC. I had friends of many years near the finish line, who were celebrating the Red Sox win with their traditional Marathon viewing. And I was scared for all of them.

As I checked Twitter, people started to give check-ins and tweet back messages that they were okay, since the cell system was so overwhelmed that Twitter was working where SMS was failing. It would be hours before dh would hear that the members of his triathlon club from our local Y were all okay – painful hours of wondering and waiting.

I can’t describe adequately how I feel right now. I’m numb. I’m sad. I’m horrified. I’m angry. I’m devastated. I’m so filled with hatred for whoever did this. I’m so proud of the City of Boston and everyone who claims a piece of it tonight. You don’t have to be FROM Boston to get why it’s a big deal, or why Patriots Day should be important to all Americans, or why the Boston Marathon is so…INCREDIBLE. So I’ll just leave it at this:

I will walk my 26.2 in September, treading in the same footsteps as those who ran today, and I will remember how lucky I am that I can do that. I will remember how lucky I am that all my friends escaped this without so much as a scratch. I will grieve for those who are lost and I will send my wishes into the stars that those who are injured are able to heal quickly. And I will continue to marvel at the awesomeness that is Boston and feel so lucky to be a part of it.