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.
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.
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.
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!
Just a few days ago my house finch chicks were walking around their nest in the hanging basket stretching their wings.
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.
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...
Hot enough for you yet?
Over the years I've done any number of things to keep cool.
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.
It's the start of the weekend people.
Kick it off with First Aid Kit - The Lion's Roar...
Jill shot this video clip from the kitchen.
Four fledgling barn swallows were perched on the open window.
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.
It's the start of the weekend Tosans. How about some JJ Cale and After Midnight.