Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
My pal Braumeister, the blonde Lab and I are up at the farm bow hunting and hanging-out. It’s been raining steadily so the gardens are a sucking morass and the potatoes unharvested. Between torrential bouts of monsoons we did get the firewood stacked. Since I still cannot hunt and Brau still hasn’t gotten a deer we dined on grilled pork steaks from the local butcher.
Prepared St. Louis-style.
Nope. Not making it up. I'm serious. And speaking as something of an internet guru on how to make crispy, crunchy, sweet pickles I'm going to give this a try as another dangerous kitchen experiment. The gardening world needs more alternative uses for all of those green tomato fruits hanging out there on the vine all vulnerable to Jack Frost this time of year.
Start with a large quantity of unripe tomatoes. Only the greenest of the green ones. Tennis ball sized fruits or smaller seem to be the best.
A fabulous fall weekend begins with one of the greatest songs by one of the greatest rock and roll bands ever.
Hope you find it satisfying...
There hasn't been much criticism of the garden during the 2013 growing season. Sure, there have been a few disappointments (which I will cover in the annual report) but on balance everything has been stunningly successful.
Check-out the potato harvest. This does my Irish roots proud!
Start your weekend with the gem from the past...
I'm really liking autumn. I'm beginning to think it might just be my favorite season.
It stands to reason the Labs love fall. There are ringnecks, woodcock and grouse to flush. Our walks include a shell vest and 12 gauge. The girls and I have been checking-out the leaves turning and doing some wing shooting. These are Bigtooth aspen - Populus grandidentata..
It's the start of the weekend folks. Indulge your inner mosh pit with this Sonny Curtis classic covered by Green Day...
It is a common misconception that deer rubs on trees are caused by male whitetails attempting to rub the velvet from their antlers. While it would not be unusual for a velvet-antlered deer to rub against a tree the rubbing that I've noticed lately comes from deer that have long-ago shed the velvet from their antlers.
The rubbing on this tamarack sapling has likely sealed its fate as it's just about girdled.