Sunday, November 16, 2014

A Herb Caen Moment

We just got our first significant rain of the season. Three-quarters of an inch. We’re very happy. I’m peering over the edge of our rain catchment system into the tank to see what bounty I’ve collected. Can’t wait until it’s flowing over the top.

What am I missing? People having to call 911 to get out of a corn maze? This news story was going around at Halloween time. This is what I say: Walk through the corn dodo-head! Corn is planted in rows! Follow the row! Some people on the internet are saying such hogwash like “Have you ever tried to walk through corn?” Like this is some kind of excuse. Yes, I have walked through corn. Sorry, folks. Spent many a summer de-tasseling corn back in Ioway. We born and bred Iowan who say stuff like “born in the corn” know better. It’s just a plant! Not a solid brick wall. OK, maybe the panicked ones are thinking of Stephen King’s Children of the Corn and there’s no way they’re going to venture off into the weird unknown. Or they’re thinking “must stay in the lines!” like some kind of zombie. But we Iowans (or Nebraskans or Illini) are laughing our heads off in amazement.

I was inspired to make fermented rye bread by this wonderful Danish writer who I recently discovered. Read her at I almost had a Lucy moment when the sourdough starter overflowed the banks of the crockery jar I had put it in. Darn! It was such a cute crockery jar and seemed made for sourdough. It was just too small. Will adjust the recipe accordingly next time. Meanwhile the ripening sourdough lives in a big crockery bowl for five days and then when she’s nice and sour we’re getting her out to make lots of fermented rye bread with fennel seed, sesame seed, poppy seed, sunflower seed, cracked wheat and rye. I’m going to try the Danish way with cheese and carrot marmalade. More pictures and commentary on that next week.

Watch out Charlie you're getting too close!

Our dog is a ground squirrel dog. We have thousands of ground squirrels here. It’s too bad they are not really edible. Hewitt would eat them. I bet. Great writer by the way. Check him out. If we wanted to act like hunter gatherers we would have an endless supply of bite size meat. As it is they are somewhat of a nuisance. They attract rattlesnakes. We killed 6 rattlesnakes this past summer. Rattlesnakes are beautiful, not endangered and so poisonous. You never know if you’re meeting an inexperienced baby rattlesnake who will not know enough to leave you alone. We would leave them alone but maybe they would not leave us alone and we don’t want to take a chance to find out. The squirrel dog was bitten this past summer and almost didn’t make it. So the ground squirrels have to go as much as we can make them go. The dog is helping. In the past two weeks he cornered and killed 3 squirrels. 3 down 5,000 to go. And just so ya know his kill is quick and ferocious so the ground squirrel does not suffer. I was relieved to see that. Although I'm not partial to ground squirrels I'm also not partial to any critter suffering. We're all nations caught on this planet. Everything has its place and is worthy of respect.

Happy, happy, happy! I'm Bona-fide!

I found a pile of rusty nails out in the middle of the horse pasture this week. No fences or buildings for miles. Why are they there? I’m astounded we have not had more limping horses with nails in their hooves. We have had one incident. That's all. Lucky! For all the rusty nails I find you'd think there would be more. Thank you for tetanus shots. We get them for the horses and ourselves. Maybe I’ll figure out how to make found art sculpture with all the rusty metal things I find.

In preparing the garden beds for winter I found some yummy chicken treats. Cutworms or grubs whatever generic term you wish to use is fine. Of course, the chickens had to eyeball them first. Really? Food that moves? Then they tucked in. It was a feeding frenzy and I was so happy watching them feast. The hens and rooster are looking quite robust and ready for the cold weather. This protein is all good.

Natural chicken protein food and a flattened preying mantis for garnish.

I ran across this picture from the “olden days” when we were what I called “woods hippies”. Back in the day we went back to the land. We had a good old time sleeping by the glowing woodstove on cold winter nights in the old farm house and some days I wish I could take what I’ve learned and go back. I had a good time and now I would have an even better time. The things I worried about then like having a boyfriend and what people think of me I don’t worry about anymore. Now I'm too old and sick and couldn't live like that. It's rather an extreme life.

Dan, Will, Hound Dog, Baseball aka John, Lynn, Chris and Gary

And because I can’t leave you without some food for thought here’s an excerpt from a poem by Charles Bukowski called The Genius of the Crowd. I think the title might be tongue in cheek. I got it from a website called This Eumaeus is a pretty insightful and thought provoking guy. I recommend that you check him out.

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return

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