The yeast did not die in vain

January 16, 2011

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What was I thinking?  The wind came out of Alberta, picking up a bad attitude as it crossed the plains and barreled across Lake Michigan.  Snow fell.  Snow flew.  Snow blew sideways across the ribbon roads.  I was on Kidder Road headed over to the ale brewing workshop at Wagbo (properly the Martha Wagbo Farm […]

Gently Used Idea store opens

January 15, 2011

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I’m going to spend the morning deep in an editing project and the afternoon over at Wagbo learning about homebrewing.  I have no idea whether I can master the art of making mead, but I am positive I will get a good blog post out of it.  While you’re waiting to see how that works out, […]

The Philology of Taste and the Food Foto Fantastiks

January 12, 2011

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I'm all over this one. I love putting food in the posts. In the past year we have had Wendi's chicken pot pie and Lois's beans with bacon and my own pot roast and the Mother of All Morels and Crystal and Odi's Mongolian dinner and Carol Park's pineapple casserole. We have picked cherries at King's and dipped apples at Altonen's and roasted chestnuts from Bob Haack's Meadowlark Orchard—we even canned apricots! We made cider at the Providence Farm potluck. And of course, we went to the old fashioned hog slaughter. I know you remember that, but don't worry I'm not going back there for this assignment.

Jack the Propane Guy delivers

January 11, 2011

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Yesterday was an excellent day all the way around. I thought you might like to see things going right around here.

One bad apple don’t spoil the whole bunch, girl

January 10, 2011

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I was out and about on my rounds, following a ribbon road out of Central Lake, when I saw a comical bird conference going on in a bare tree. Pull over, put ‘er in park, hop out. Every time I managed to get them in focus, the birds exploded into the sky as if the […]

Fear itself

January 9, 2011

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That’s what we should fear.  Our own fear as much as other people’s.  I think no one ever made a good decision out of fear.  Lots of terrible ones, though.  Not just here.  Not just in a parking lot in Tucson, or in the streets of Lyon, or in Sudan.  But here, too.  Right here in Torch […]