I have fond memories of going to the Oktoberfest somewhere in Southern California with my family. My dad really loved the Bratwurst … and the beer to go with it. I loved it just as much. I haven’t seen Bratwurst for YEARS. Today, buy two get one free, right there at the ol’ Carrefour market. Mine for the buying.
I looked up a few recipes on how to cook it. It’s all about getting the internal temperature safe and then browning the outside. Many ways to do this, mainly involve some sort of par-boil followed by a brown. In France, we cook raw sausage all the time. We do this method. BUT, as I was talking with Brent about it, it dawned on me that we house this very special machine a dear friend of ours bought to do exactly that. A sous vide wand that gets your middle up to temp and ready for browning. The brats are up-temping now and I can’t wait to brown my “saucisse irrésistible.” …. everything ( except ten words ) sound better in French.
We have some new web-footed friends joining team Grasspunk. They are runner ducks. I don’t know much about them, but I can tell you this, they like to cuddle. I’m sure we’ll soon know why they are called “runner” ducks.
Last week was a four day weekend and Minty hosted a Movie night. “Movie Night” is code for junk food and television to avoid any school-end test studies. The kids have a toolbox and they aren’t afraid to use it. Works every time.
(above children are not studying )
Minty takes photos of these two characters every day. The gray one is a stuffed animal with the amazing talent of breath and a beating heart. The beige one is a killer.
Just a reminder, it’s tick season. If you have a nap in the grass with a shaggy dog, be sure to give yourself a quick once over. I hate ticks. Useless buggers.
Have a great weekend! Hug a duck! I’m going to go brown my irresistible sausage.
My heart hurts a little today because my daughter ( not Zelie ) accidentally dropped my camera on the hard, cold tiles of France. This wasn’t her first time. She dropped another camera of mine on the hard, cold tiles of France a few years ago. That situation presented a green blinking light of death for my Nikon. It was a plastic body that did not stand a chance with surrounding gravitational conditions.
After that incident, I made a rule to NEVER place a camera on anything. She was young, she pulled a book or paper that my camera was resting on off a high shelf … she pulled the paper and the camera tumbled to its death.
After many years practicing my procedure with my camera, I left it on the table without concern because it wasn’t resting on anything … and she moved the table. I wasn’t there, but I’m sure she didn’t mean it. And it was my bad for leaving it there. Thankfully, the camera body is made of metal, so most of the camera features are intact. So far, the only damage is my ISO/QUAL/WB buttons are gonzo along with various shutter speed thingos as well as the “play” button to review the photo you just took. As I am not a photographer and still not actively learning what those nobs do … I did use them to adjust settings. At this point, any setting I every set is now locked in until I get my button fixed. So, you get what you get. It’s like the old days when you took a photo and didn’t know how it would turn out until developing time.
Granted, my camera is probably considered “old” at this point, but it totally does the job and I love it. I had no intention of replacing it. Sometimes, restrictions invite creativity. I leave you with a test photo of my stapler taken today with my newly broken camera.
don’t want to mess about with words. Photos above describe his morning.
Below is a photo I took of Otto delicately enjoying one of our roast chickens.
The summer is so long, say the French. Yeah, same in America. But we love it. And today, the free fun sleep-in fun is over. Back to work. Me too. We do a lot of work, but, I tend to grab an hour or two to blob or an hour to sleep in. That is a thing of the past. As of 6:00am tomorrow, we are scheduled.
So much to catch up on. So much to report.
The kids are still on vacation. The weather has been rainy and sunny and rainy and sunny. Z packed her bag and wandered off for a picnic. I didn’t once think where she might go or how far away. She’s old enough now to be safe ( okay, I worry still … but not as much ).
If you measure how far she went and overlay that on our Seattle home, you would be worried. Kids don’t go places by themselves anymore. I’m not sure why. Let’s blame it on the media.
A new vineyard is going up ( the brown bit in the distance ). It will be nice to have the vines back. We will never do vines. Though, I like the presence of vines. They feel stoic. Probably because we live in France and France makes wine. Some would say, “nice wine.”
She had her picnic and wanted a cheese refill.
If a child prepares a picnic on their own, wanders off and enjoys herself and no one is watching, does she have a good time?
Cows in cow scratch post heaven.
Calf with something to say.
Mum licking her new calf.
Zelie expressing herself while Minty makes a cake for school.
He says. Well, okay. I’m always up for a culinary challenge. Let me randomly pick a recipe.
Okay, one can of Le Spam. This could take some time. … thankfully. Perhaps a duck confit substitution? or another random recipe selection.