Full Moon Party

DH and I spent the day in the yard, mowing and weed-eating, and weeding flower beds. It looks (and feels) so much better! I feel more peaceful when the yard is together, and more inclined to go outside and get things done. We cut the Japanese-Beetle-riddled hollyhocks; they were about done anyway. The grass has been out of control ever since our farmhands/hikers left to go back to Florida to get their truck and other stuff almost two months ago –(We’ve never heard from them since, and we still have a bunch of their things here)–I’ve been hacking at the grass all week. I think today we finally won, although my butt’s kicked tonight!

Sunday August 1st (a week from tomorrow) we will be having our third annual Full Moon Party. It starts at 3:00pm and ends sometime after the moonrise. We’ll all hike up the mountain to watch the moon come up; there’ll be a watermelon-seed-spitting contest, organized by D* and MH; homemade ice cream courtesy of A* with (hopefully) a little help from JB. It’s potluck and we’ll be roasting a goat. Y’all come!

Supper tonight: Venison burgers on the grill; (Mine bunless with M*’s salsa, slices of Cherokee Purple tomato and Vidalia onion); Edamame fresh from the garden; Yukon Gold potatoes that the girls dug, washed, cooked, and mashed. Ahhhh–this is the life!

OK–I’m v e r y tired. Must go collapse with trashy detective novel in lovely clean white sheets with fan blowing on me….

Elderberry & Blackberry Wine

Yesterday DH picked tons of blackberries, gleaned from P* and M*’s, and tons of elderberries, and then stayed up til 1:00 this morning taking the elderberries off their stems and removing the stink bugs. Then he put eight pounds of each kind of berry in two five gallon stainless steel pots, poured boiling water over them and covered them very tightly with plastic wrap to prevent fruit flies from getting in. They were still warm at 7:30 this morning. Sometime today or this evening I’ll add wine yeast (Montrachet) to the pots, and then we’ll let them sit for a few (3 or 4) days, though I’ll remove the plastic wrap and instead tie a piece of cheesecloth around each one. The plastic wouldn’t stay on once it starts fermenting—it needs to breathe at that point.

We need to rack off our three gallon jar of dandelion wine. It is gorgeous, clear, and delicious this year. Very dark in color, probably because of the brown sugar we used. It’ll be lovely to open a bottle for the solstice this winter!

Susun Weed says some interesting things about elderberries, and I will share them as soon as I find my book, which I seem to have loaned out. It’s Herbal for the Childbearing Year—highly recommended if anybody out there doesn’t already have a copy.

Our wine-making guru is an English fellow named C.J.J. Berry (appropriately enough). He has a little book called First Steps in Winemaking. He has recipes using just about any kind of fruit you can think of, plus flowers and a few vegetables. Lots of us Hot Springs winemakers use his book, so if you want to be cool, you may need to get a copy!

July 23, 2004 | Tags: | Comments Closed

Mozilla

I’m using Mozilla Firefox and lo and behold I can post! The bad news is that for some reason the computer is so slow using Mozilla—it’s making me crazy! I’m going to work on it…

July 22, 2004 | Comments Closed

Funny Dream

I dreamt last night that I was having a problem with animals getting in the windows. Moe was one of them, but the worst was Blossom, my horse. She was tearing the screens off with her teeth and coming in and ransacking the house. So I blogged about it and Susan over at Easy Bake Coven wrote on her blog that she had a brother-in-law who had had the same problem, and he never could break his horse of it, so he’d had to sell the horse.
Is there any possibility that the animals are stressing me out a little?
Tonight the girls picked, steamed, and ate a good-size bowl of edamame. DH and I got a couple, but the girls weren’t really into giving them up. We also had pesto: on sauteed zucchini for me, on linguine for everyone else.
Yesterday morning I weighed myself at Bluff Mountain Outfitter, and supposedly their scale is very accurate as long as you add five pounds, which I did, and according to it I’ve lost not eleven pounds, but seventeen! I like that so much better! Of course then DH helpfully reminded me that it depended on which scale I started on. But I don’t care: I feel so thin again! And I also have passed an important number that has been a psychological barrier for a long time. That number shall remain unspecified, but it feels good to have passed it.

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July 21, 2004 | Tags: | Comments Closed

I’m a Tired Girl

I’m tired and grouchy. Worked at the Mountain Magnolia Inn today, filling in for my friend S*, who is out of town. I’m always glad to be a backup for her, and I really appreciate the money, but being there today reminded me of why I quit this spring. Today I was cleaning a vacation rental house, and the people who were going to be staying in it were in and out all afternoon, and they were so obnoxious! Very condescending; talked to me like I was an imbecile. The guy told me four times I would have to vacuum the rug in the living room. God, how have I ever cleaned that place without him there to tell me what to do?!?
I’m working next week at the Inn, too, but that’s a serving job—better money which helps my attitude immensely.
OK, on to better things! M* and I had an impromptu trip into Asheville together last night—a little shopping trip. Didn’t do much of anything exciting, but it was (as always) fun to hang out with my buddy M*. We went to Target and bought the kids clothes from the clearance racks: all four kids got Hawaiian shirts. They’re cute, and they were only $3.98 each!
Bad news in the garden: the tomatoes have late blight. I don’t know much about it, but I’m getting an education fast! Unfortunately it seems to pretty much be a death sentence for the plants. We’re eating tomatoes now, but we won’t be for long. BTW–it was pretty indiscriminate—it hit the disease-resistant hybrids as hard and fast as the heirlooms.
I need a bath and my supper…


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Moedini

So…
last night , unwilling to lose any more screens (screens that I had to mailorder, using real money) I locked Moe in a cage on the porch. It is a smallish (2 ft. by 2 ft.) escape-proof, very well made wire cage used for assorted small animals. He got out. The little sucker got out. And made an unsuccessful attempt to tear his way through another screen! I’ve been laughing all morning, but not in a healthy way, if you know what I mean. Should I put him in a safe? Duct tape him to the porch railing? Discreetly drop him off at A*’s house?
Speaking of A*: congratulations on being a homeowner!! She closed on a house right down the street from us (actually bordering this property) Friday. Yay A*!
Dh and I both felt a little blue yesterday. I can’t speak for him (neither, evidently, can he), but I think for me it’s the middle of summer taking stock. I do this every summer: look around at the farm and assess what I’ve gotten done this year, and what I’m not going to get done. It’s hard because it’s never enough. I am such a half-assed farmer! And I want to be a good farmer! It’s easy to say that it’s because we’re not only renting, but renting from someone we both detest, but maybe that’s a cop-out. Maybe it’s that it’s damn hard to grow the food for four people while having an active social life and making a living.
Of course, taking stock of the farm leads to taking stock of my life, and that’s always fun. As a matter of fact, I think I may go ahead and avoid that issue for right now…
Still can’t post through Blogspot. As soon as I can I’ll go in and edit out these annoying Yahoo ads.


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July 19, 2004 | Tags: | Comments Closed

Moe and Meemaw

Well, it looks like I can post by e-mail. I hope they get whatever the problem is fixed soon!
Got up this morning to find Moe smugly curled up on the sofa in the living room. After ripping my new, metal window screen to shreds. Moe, you’re about to become a kitty statistic. I’ve never dropped an animal off somewhere before, but you may be about to be the first. And with a full bowl of cat food on the porch! Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.
Thursday’s market was slow again. I took half my usual amount of goat cheese and still gave the last two away. This next week I hope to have a batch of feta ready.
My grandmother came to visit at the market with her new husband. That was a little surreal. It was the first time in about seven years that I’ve seen Meemaw, and it was only the second time ever that she’s seen DH, to whom I’ve been married going on seventeen years! It wasn’t, however, the first time I’ve met her new husband: that would’ve been 39 years and one month ago exactly when he caught me as I was being born. Yes, he was my mother’s obstetrician. That’s a little bizarre! And no, we didn’t remember each other.
So, Meemaw. Her short visit brought up a mess of confused emotions. Honestly, I don’t find her a very likeable person. And yet. She’s my grandmother. I am transported to childhood just by the sound of that exaggerated southern accent. I loved, loved, loved visiting her in Tallahassee when I was little; as the first grandchild I was sort of like royalty—little southern redneck girl becomes princess—but Meemaw was the queen. She truly believed that southerners were superior to anyone else—she viewed (views) “yankees” with a mix of revulsion and pity (when we moved to West Virginia a number of years ago, she was horrified: much of West Virginia fought on the side of the Union during The Late Unpleasantness) ; she is despicably and unapologetically racist; she is shallow and vain (and hates fat people: she has tried to bribe me to lose weight in the past); she’s very self centered and doesn’t like children. And yet she’s my grandmother. I guess maybe family gives us lessons like this. Like “she’s awful, but she’s yours, so deal with it”.
Speaking of fat, I weighed myself at M*’s Thursday night. Up until that point I was feeling so thin (not to mention cute and sassy) but the scale showed that I have only lost eleven pounds in three months of staying on this diet! (When I got home I took off all my clothes and my watch and weighed them on the kitchen scale, and I feel like I can take off another pound, so call it twelve pounds in three months). So now I feel fat again! Am I stupid? Anyway, at least I’m still cute and sassy.
Seriously, it’s sad how susceptible I am to what those little digital numbers say. And honestly I have to say that I’m not trying to lose weight for health reasons: I am very healthy, fat or no. It’s pure vanity, legacy of my grandmother, I guess. However, I guess it’s my body, and I can choose to be thinner purely to look the way I want to look if I want to. Just like getting a tattoo, or a haircut. It’s my choice, right? Ack: I’m a confused girl today.
Here’s a very interesting article on the subject of fat: Keep Yer Flab On


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