Meat Delivered Succesfully

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Meat day today.  Brent usually does the run to Narbonne and Toulouse.  A bit tough to juggle the cow move and meat box packing and cows, so I popped out this time.  As I drove out of rainbows towards The Med, the weather improved steadily.  I kept adjusting the cabin temperature from keep-me-warm to cool-me-down.

I was to meet a lady by a gate I’ve not met.  She suggested an alternate place as the meat was to be transported elsewhere.  I met her by a white tent and a solar tribute to The Day of The Triffods.IMG_5282

Beef was off quickly after we met, so I headed back to meet another customer in Toulouse.  As I was leaving, music blaring, I didn’t hear “Aussie Ken,” our GPS system, to take the exit.  I read the signs and had to quickly figure out … do I want to follow the yellow tarmac to The Med or back to rainy country Gers.  What would Keanu do? IMG_5296

So hungry, I pulled off at Corbières for a Gourmet Angus burger.  It had Angus, it had bacon, it had sauce, it had NO flavor.  The sauce carried the meal along.  I was so hungry, a cracker would have done.IMG_5292

Paying for the not so free way, this helicopter hovered like this carrying or supporting or I don’t know what to these power lines.IMG_5297

Home at last.  As the veal burger and chop for our taste test were cooking, Champagne man shows up.  A present from Brent to me.  Speechless.  Champagne is very dear to my heart.  With all these babies and giving my body up for other’s lives.  The only thing I missed was Champagne.  I loves me some Champagne.  And Champagne man makes the best bubbly I’ve ever had.  Amazing.  Even better if it’s pink.  And it was.  I can’t wait to try it on Champagne Saturday.   You can’t drink Champagne in farm wear.  You must wear something nice ( read clean ) and put a little effort in.

… underneath Mr. Pink, we have some spare veal burgers.  Held back on purpose.  Very happy with these burgers.  Pink Champagne may go well with veal burgers.  I’ll let you know.IMG_5295

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The Giant Armagnac Tanks In The Room

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I love this shot of the boys chatting about the day or politics or neighbors or whatever Gascons talk about.  Oh they have been sold, the tanks. We love Armagnac, but do not produce it here on the farm.  Those beauties are massive.  Though, they make them much more massive-r.

I must admit, I enjoy the moving of large things by large moving things that move large things.

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They squeaked out of the large barn.  It was quiet and effortless with Mr. Green.

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They arrived safely to their new home.  Where great local Armagnac will be produced.

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Sneekers

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Say it in French now, ” Sneekehrs.”

I’ve always thought that a Snickers bar with a multi-vitamin strap-on == a PowerBar.  Less expensive but more justification.  The Power bar – sold in gyms, health stores and outdoorsy places – allows you to pay more for the Snickers-multi-vit-strap equivalent.  PowerBar equals fit, health and strength.  Snickers version … challenged by marketing.  As sweets go, Snickers has always been okay for me.

Until Brent, for whatever reason, went and bought a 48X48g box of Snickers.  Cool! – you say.  But think of the children.  How am I to manage 48 Snicker bars ( plus one lost to delivery … thanks, Gary for saving them from the ants! ).  47 divided by 5, as I need to keep loose in my jeans, has a remainder.  This, I will defer to my family to work out.

 

In other news, we opened a bottle of wine!  A blast from the past.  Some Provençal Gigondas.  Those were some days.  Very nice, but I must admit, I do loves me some local gas-pump red in a box.  It’s easy listening wine.  Bottled Gigondas is an event that requires serious food.  Our serious food has been sold.  Thank you!!

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and for you, some easy listening to pair with your gas-pump boxed Saint Mont and some lesser grass-fed cuts.  I feel feather-bangs coming on.

 

I was looking for the song – sorry “piece” – that goes like — do-do doooooooo [beat] do-do do-be dooooo … come on you know the one.  what was it?!

 

( Brent is forced to listen to all my youtuble.  I publicly apologize for this piece.  I can hardly stand it ( thankfully I’m sitting ) myself. )

 

 

 

 

 

 

So Long To The Grapes

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The wine peeps have come and gone, the grape leaves are falling as the winds blow through the night.  It was great to watch the harvest.  The chief of the vendange brought us out to where some of the better grapes were for us to pick.  All of the grapes will be used along with other grapes from other farms for a large, local wine maker.  And sadly, this will be it for this set of vines.  As part of our buying the farm, the vines will be cut.  The vines are not in the greatest shape and are ready to move on to open pasture.

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It’s stunning to have an established vineyard at the farm especially while waiting for the kids to arrive in the school bus.  We asked the chief if it was worth keeping some around.  He quickly responded with, “non. Non.”  If we want some grapes, he recommended starting from scratch.  So, we just might do that.  These grapes aren’t the greatest for eating.  The taste is AMAZING, but the texture is not there.  It’s like a little round ball of juice, no need to chew.

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