Gas Pains
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.
Birds of a Feather
I checked the house finch nest in the hanging basket just a short while ago and the chicks are packed-in there cheek by jowl. They have really bulked-up (as far as small birds go).
And they're all sporting fuzzy mohawks and enough wing feathers that fledging is probably just around the corner.
How To Make Carolina BBQ Sauce
Last summer at Schuetzenfest I fired-up both big Weber kettles and slow-smoked a pile of baby back ribs. They were cooked over indirect heat fueled by Grove Charcoal (available at Metcalfe's Sentry) and fist-sized chunks of mesquite. The preparation began late morning and after four plus hours of low and slow cooking they were literally things of beauty.
And they were ready to serve.
Friday Morning Music
It's the start of the weekend people - or maybe a continuation of the holiday.
How about some toe-tapping alternative rock from the 1980s covered by Deer Tick!
Birds of a Feather
Just a few days ago my house finch chicks were walking around their nest in the hanging basket stretching their wings.
The Garden Chronicles - Breast Feeding the Tomato Plants
A half-dozen posts ago one of my readers suggested that I get back to breast feeding my tomato plants. The reader also inferred that I was manifesting symptoms of dementia.
I was working on my tomatoes just the other day and recalling that comment actually made me smile. The mere fact that my short-term memory was working was evidence enough that I remain in command of all of my marbles.
Friday Morning Music
It's Friday the 13th.
Chase-away any bad vibes with this Tom Waits cover performed by Foy Vance - accompanied by Duke Special and band...
How To Make Pickled Beets
On July fourth I pulled-up my pea plants. They were on the down-side of producing and the heat finished them-off. I'll plant a second crop closer to fall when things cool down. I also picked the first of the beets. And we've been picking them ever since.
When my dad was alive he and I raised beets in the garden and he could be counted-upon to help with their care and nurturing and finally the pickling. Dad adored pickled beets. Come to think of it all of the old timers in the family like pickled beets. Me too.
Friday Morning Music
It's the start of the weekend people.
Kick it off with First Aid Kit - The Lion's Roar...
Cuteness Personified
Jill shot this video clip from the kitchen.
Four fledgling barn swallows were perched on the open window.
Me And The Mothership
On Sunday morning I was riding my bike through Manitowoc around 7 AM. I saw a couple of boys with large canvas sacks over their shoulders going door-to-door delivering the Sunday paper. My guess is it was the Herald Times Reporter. What struck me was that young boys were flinging the paper. Reminded me of something from the past.
Anyway, I received a call from The Mothership last evening. Ordinarily, it's because a reader of the blog wants to report me for something I wrote. In which case the infallible occupants of The Mothership either brush it aside or ask me to edit my post or add a giant disclaimer. They're big thinkers you know.
Friday Morning Music
It's the start of the weekend Tosans. How about some JJ Cale and After Midnight.
Ooooooo baby....
Keeping Up With Mr. Yami
I don't know how young parents do it.
As I tap out this post I'm seriously thinking about taking a nap this afternoon. I am flat-out, tuckered-out. And it is finally quiet enough around here to actually sleep.
