tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83775822376556598462024-02-19T08:13:39.309-08:00Yellow Dog Farmolddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-40113955768018230992014-10-24T16:25:00.000-07:002014-10-24T16:25:21.160-07:00Savoring the last of summer's offerings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I went to the garden today to pick what it had left to offer. I found some zucchini. It won't be long before the frost kills everything and it will be time to plow it all under.<br />
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I was never one that enjoyed store bought fruits and vegetables. I just can't bring myself to buy strawberries and tomatoes out of season. they just don't have any taste. For now I hope to squeeze every last bit of summer out of my garden and enjoy the taste of sunshine.<br />
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A nice crisp early morning walk through the vineyard. The dogs kicked up a rabbit in the brush, if I still hunted it could have turned it into a delicious dish for dinner tonight. Perhaps a hunters stew. The walk and my imagination of a delicious dinner set my mine into think what I could have for dinner. Without the rabbit Bella kick up, I could use chicken. Here is the recipe</div>
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<li>legs, wings and thighs of 2 pheasants or chickens</li>
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<li>4 tablespoons butter</li>
<li>4 tablespoons olive oil</li>
<li>1/2 pound smoky bacon, cut into batons or 1/2 inch pieces</li>
<li>1/2 pound chanterelle or other fresh mushrooms, roughly chopped</li>
<li>10-12 small onions or shallots, peeled but whole</li>
<li>1-2 cups crushed tomatoes</li>
<li>1/2 cup Armagnac or other brandy</li>
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<li>As the chicken pieces are done, put them into a pot or Dutch oven with a lid. When they’re all browned, pour in the Armagnac and bring to a boil. Add the crushed tomatoes, turn the heat down to a bare simmer and cover.</li>
<li>Wipe the frying pan out well. Bring it to high heat and add the chanterelles. Shake the pan constantly until the mushrooms begin to lose their water. They should squeak in the pan until then. Dislodge any that get stuck on the pan with a wooden spoon.</li>
<li>Once the mushrooms have lost most of their water, add the butter and stir-fry until they begin to brown. Sprinkle them with salt. Once they look lovely, add them to the chicken.</li>
<li>Add the onions or shallots to the pan, adding more butter if needed. Brown them well and add them to the pot with the chicken.</li>
<li>Add the bacon and turn the heat down to medium. Fry the bacon until crispy, then add to the pot.</li>
<li>Pour the vermouth into the pot, bring it to a strong simmer, then drop the heat to low, cover and cook for at least an hour. Check every half hour — you want the meat to almost fall off the bone.</li>
<li>Taste the sauce for salt, and add if needed.</li>
<li>When the meat is ready turn off the heat and ladle the juices into another pot. Mix the corn starch with the heavy cream well, then whisk it into the juices over medium-low heat. Bring it to a simmer and let it cook down until the sauce can coat the back of a spoon.</li>
<li>Pour it back into the Dutch oven with the meat and toss in lots of chopped chervil or parsley.</li>
<li>Serve with mashed potatoes, polenta or crusty bread, and a light red, such as a Beaujolais or Grenache, or a dry rose or big white, such as a Viognier.</li>
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When a new wine flows from the spout of the basket press, filtering through the wooden basket slats, and grape skins, inside the press. I want to just dip a glass under the flow....which I did, of course. This year’s wines are now in barrel, asleep, shivering in barrels, for the winter. Clarifying, and becoming more stable, changing ever so slowly. I can smell the bed lavender that grows in around the vineyard and each sip reminds me of the warm, dry days of summer. </div>
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Now comes the hard part... letting it age into a mature wine. One more sip, I really miss the warm days of summer or maybe I just like wine.</div>
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olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-16150298656409751812012-11-07T21:38:00.000-08:002012-11-07T21:38:35.697-08:00HMS BOUNTY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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This past July I was lucky enough to be able to walk upon and below her decks. olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-78832689459098782432012-09-24T20:24:00.000-07:002012-09-24T20:24:21.777-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Tall ships are back in Newport R.I. This week. Sixteen ships came in under full sail today. Their crews will spend the next five days in port giving tours of the ships. This is a replica of the HMS<strong> </strong>Bounty. It was built for the movie Mutiny on the Bounty.<br />
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It was a very hot day in Newport, I glad I got there early because I was able to board most of the ships before the crowds came to the city.<br />
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My favorite ship was the Peacemaker. Very well kept, all teak woodwork. Captains quarters below was very spacious. <br />
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Stained glass windows in the closets.<br />
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The school year has ended and I am offically in summer mode. I do not teach summer courses although I do spend some time in the lab doing research. However, summer is when I spend most of my time recharging my batteries. Either in the vineyard, conversing with wine lovers in the tasting room, or out on the bay sailing.</div>
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We decided to take a Sunday bike ride. We rode the lenght of the local bike path and enjoyed the sunshine.olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-6158290406673472862012-05-15T16:08:00.000-07:002012-05-15T16:08:48.303-07:00A Walk in the Rain<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A rainy afternoon, so I went for a short walk. The golden chain tree was in bloom and I was afraid that the rain would knock all the flowers of before I could enjoy them.<br />
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I stopped by the nursery to see how some of the baby grape vines I started, in the greenhouse, this winter are doing after transplanting them outdoors. looks like they are off to a good start. Two more years I should see some grapes from them.</div>
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We lit a fire, pulled the corks on some wine and enjoyed the company of friends.olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-47397945456169018412012-03-23T16:35:00.000-07:002012-03-23T16:35:22.117-07:00It's Friday that means Fish & Chips<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NJKyRQou-LxqJkNoh2XKPkpHvfwV8rWwcAUARQdeutB0-mzpZ26iN0VY_W8Q8FEw4qfgWkWQJo1hqFeHHUKQXzFso_WKT1zXpgOd0dT8DchcoiIF5RP-Yoe5xAD5ivTXVKApJGCRBF0/s1600/lake+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NJKyRQou-LxqJkNoh2XKPkpHvfwV8rWwcAUARQdeutB0-mzpZ26iN0VY_W8Q8FEw4qfgWkWQJo1hqFeHHUKQXzFso_WKT1zXpgOd0dT8DchcoiIF5RP-Yoe5xAD5ivTXVKApJGCRBF0/s400/lake+view.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I am a creature of habit. Fridays means fish and chips at the fire station. We usually eat inside the fire station with the rest of the locals ans catch up on all the town news and gossip. Today I broke tradition. It was so nice outside I decided to eat by the lake. and watch the sunset.olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-27935380968370873072012-03-22T03:39:00.000-07:002012-03-22T03:39:57.900-07:00Sunrise more pruning to do<img height="265" id="il_fi" src="http://www.cbcseymour.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Vineyard-Sunrise.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" />olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-90768326508887143382012-03-17T10:30:00.000-07:002012-03-17T10:30:16.029-07:00Heaven has a new Angel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSlDHVDTYj913cpZbJd6Va-n7fDXcDfDQQVZQqYRdwqs-qzwegzkylIpfrPId1RFeuvhOwnwmWWIPfX36Z3doH0oKmRzOsP6u1z5Fvn0StrM9WdFyiEV6tdU2nGhCmHk89r9oADjOFEw/s1600/izzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSlDHVDTYj913cpZbJd6Va-n7fDXcDfDQQVZQqYRdwqs-qzwegzkylIpfrPId1RFeuvhOwnwmWWIPfX36Z3doH0oKmRzOsP6u1z5Fvn0StrM9WdFyiEV6tdU2nGhCmHk89r9oADjOFEw/s1600/izzy.jpg" /></a> Izzy's Story </div>Looking at Izzy, you would have thought she was like any other 3-year old running around the playground and chasing her older brother and sister around the house. However, Izzy was diagnosed on October 20, 2009 with stage IV rhabdomyosarcoma at the age of 12 months. Izzy’s family and friends tackled this disease with fervor however on March 12, 2012 Izzy’s fight ended peacefully. Izzy did not let the non-stop chemotherapy, radiation, or multiple surgeries slow her down. We will remember Izzy everyday….she loved anything purple, was an expert with the iPad, and was never seen without polish on her nails! Izzy was and still is truly an inspiration to all those who knew and loved herolddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-32890845962778415362012-03-16T16:35:00.000-07:002012-03-16T16:35:42.695-07:00FRIDAY FISH & CHIPS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoPU_TOlZ_oDmaPiZEbeU2VD8KUk1ttOB6C9ltMqXCwLfiw0a6diipJF5-zVzraGZ3Y3bSml4vfJbonlcO43OuS0h3bQVaIy4VFOZPjAaAo1EXjBC1_tvePZznn_DqPXXmTdcksa88w4/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoPU_TOlZ_oDmaPiZEbeU2VD8KUk1ttOB6C9ltMqXCwLfiw0a6diipJF5-zVzraGZ3Y3bSml4vfJbonlcO43OuS0h3bQVaIy4VFOZPjAaAo1EXjBC1_tvePZznn_DqPXXmTdcksa88w4/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" width="300" /> </a>The sign says it all. Fish & Chips every Friday during Lent. Members of the local volunteer fire department have these fish & chip dinners to raises money to fund themselves. Local town folks can call in orders for fish & chips,clam chowder ( or as we Rhode Islanders pronounce it CHOWDA"), They also serve "Lobsta" bisque, and stuff Quahogs too. We prefer to eat in the station. 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This is a risky time in the vineyard as a severe frost can burn the buds. At worse this can result in the entire season's crop being lost. Whilst global warming is generally assisting viticulture, too much sunshine to early in spring means that the vines will be vulnerable to frost for longer. <br />
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Various attempts are often made to protect against frost including lighting oil heaters in the rows, spraying the vines with a chemical solution to form a seal around the buds, orLarge vineyards even using helicopters to get air circulation. We can't use the chemicals or the helicopter as were organic so I guess I might be up tonight lighting oil lamps! <br />
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The food was delicious, the music was amazing and the afternoon was a success for the school. St Patrick's day is next week and it is always the time I feel that it is safe to start working around the farm. There is still a chance of snow but it won't last because the weather is warming everyday. So after today's luncheon I decided to walk the vineyard to begin my assessment of the work that needs to be done. <br />
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well enjoy your after noon me and molly are going to play with the "stick"olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-59061954950993303612012-03-05T14:56:00.012-08:002012-03-05T15:52:00.534-08:00ABBY is Sempre Paratus!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WMNTiaxWUL5Vaa_gchATsnv_-A26tyk4fF6ztFmrm4lc_0LfkIyoLZdHuXnPkrigU-6eSg3KUrmah4RcK6qkJfQuqd7_OpkyXSBG4uA7-pZYWD82LYgL8SAGbPaEcaldCctmDxi36mM/s1600/417676_10150549739982679_25633842678_8618441_180737656_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WMNTiaxWUL5Vaa_gchATsnv_-A26tyk4fF6ztFmrm4lc_0LfkIyoLZdHuXnPkrigU-6eSg3KUrmah4RcK6qkJfQuqd7_OpkyXSBG4uA7-pZYWD82LYgL8SAGbPaEcaldCctmDxi36mM/s400/417676_10150549739982679_25633842678_8618441_180737656_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Coast Guard Station Merrimack River’s dog, Abby, “stands the watch” with a station crew member, Jan. 26, 2012. Coast Guard mascots have served just as their human counterparts have, with courage, honor and are "Always Ready" to go to those in need of assistance. U.S. Coast Guard photo by Petty Officer 3rd Class Connie Terrell.<br />
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The young men and women of the US coast guard are always ready to help in a moments notice no matter what the situation. These selfless individuals put the needs of others before their own safety. Their motto Sempre Paratus "always ready" should be reassuring to us all that they will be there when we need them. They are human just like everyone else. They have families, love pets, get lonely when away from their families,and feel the pain of the loss of one of their colleagues, yet they put all that aside to serve and protect. Just "So Others May Live!" God speed Coasties. <br />
when you are in my port we always have room at our inn for you.<br />
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Thank you for being there when we need you! Abby is always ready.olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377582237655659846.post-21194938838272112352012-03-04T19:58:00.000-08:002012-03-04T19:58:37.449-08:00So Other May Live<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOFQd1tSHiGVpzSUrL1_crv37Pg4gbEm4y9GS8qyFJoC2ak2BPcBiBn40HQl8BHzYevHC5AhW1QafyNvsgWaQW0lBGlXfrDlN6lQFQtLF8KTUFxdYmvsiu6TYOdq_SSj4Z1qDUFC8oDA/s400/CG-6535-tribute.png" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They were from different places -- Oregon and California, North Carolina and Alabama -- with varied career paths to the U.S. Coast Guard. Some were relatively new, while one had been a "Coastie" for 20 years. Their passions ranged from flying to being in the water. What they shared was a commitment to rescuing others, and saving lives."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Torrential rain in the forecast for tomorrow, hopefully it will wash away all of the snow and we can get on with fun and festivities of spring and summer<br />
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Until next time.<br />
Cheers,<br />
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Gone are the days of route memorization of the times tables and doing math problems without using calculators. Long division, order of operations... you may as well be speaking Greek.<br />
The World Championship Slide Rule Competition is held in March, Last year it was Held in Irving, TX and was won by Bennie Tschoerner, who was also 2007, 2008, 2009 and 2010 champion. <br />
The competition consisted of a set of problems that needed to be solved within a given time limit. The winner who gets the highest number correct wins. <br />
First place was won by Bennie Tschoerner using a K+E 4181-3 and in 2nd Place was Brad Bradfield. There were only 2 entrants in the competition.<br />
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Movie buffs will tell you that the scene is all wrong, but one of my favorite scenes is in the movie Apollo 13 when Jim Lovell is calculating the gimbal angles with a pencil and notebook and asked mission control to check his calculations. All the engineers back at NASA instantly whipped out their slide rulers and started checking his math. Think about it, we sent men to the moon in vehicles that were designed by engineers using slide rulers to calculate all the precise tollerance in their equipment.<br />
Today I'm glad when the the kid at the cash register can give me the correct change back. <br />
Nice Job Bennie and Brad for keeping your skills sharp.<br />
Bennie can grow a great beard too!<br />
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This is the last batch of student's papers that I have to complete grading. I still prefer hard copies over having student submit electronically. I know I should be more environmentally friendly but I still perfer a good book over an e-book. Just all me old fashion.olddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533386990949093263noreply@blogger.com2