Well, it was dead awhile ago, but the big, brown piles have been set ablaze. No longer will I hum, “Sigmund the sea monster and Johnny and Scott are friends” as I go off on errands. To me they’ve always resembled little Sigmund. To others they might be Daleks or Pleasure GELFs. Either way, they’re [...]
Archive for November, 2011
I’ve always been a HUGE fan of generic. There’s nothing I hate more than paying extra for marketing. It’s soap. You tell me that it’s going to make all my smelly problems go away and flowers and fairy dust will swirl around making my clothes cleaner than ever. But, that’s not true. Soap is soap [...]
Back in America we would host Aliens Thanksgiving. Every year, Seattle has a lot of foreigners wandering around on the fourth Thursday of November wondering, “where the heck is everybody?” We’d turn on a little turkey beacon and invite them in. I was usually the only American at the table and was forced to explain [...]
A Farm Held Together With Baling Wire and String
Posted: November 25, 2011 in farmingTags: family, farming
We are starting a beef farm. We feed them grass. There are so many projects on our whiteboard right now, I sometimes lose sight of that. Amazingly, I’ve actually managed to cross off projects that have been completed. It feels so good. It feels so right. While Brent works with all the aspects of getting [...]
I set my glass of wine down as I was looking up a recipe in Fannie Farmer for apple pie and suddenly I felt a photo coming on. This counter is oozing with Autumn. Market apples for one fiddy, pumpkins from the neighbor and field mushrooms brought in from Brent’s pasture walk sit patiently [...]
Or as Otto danced and sang around the room: “Maximet Le Cacahuète Qui Pet” It’s important for you to know this sort of French expression. First I gave you the “real” French word for brown. And now, you can enjoy a little character invented by French school children with its own theme song. I think [...]
A big parental sigh has been let out as Otto has discovered an interest in basketball. We are in the land of Rugby. When the men meet Otto and are told his age, they immediately begin plans for him to join Rugby. Try as I might to steer clear of eye-gouging and concussions, I suspect [...]
On the door of our fridge, I rolled out some white board contact paper. On it I list “what’s in the fridge.” A few days ago I hit a chef’s dream. Not only did we have various animal fats to cook with, we had a surplus of duck parts and pastured pig. I’m very proud [...]
A friend of ours gave us a peck of peppers. I’m not sure if there were literally a peck, but in this day-and-age, a peck to me means a shitload. We are grass fed beef farmers. I am a native southern Californian. This means I know Mexican food. Some of my bestfriends are Mexicans. I [...]
