Good morning! I am having some issues with the blog as it currently exists on the World Wide Webisphere. Kat has helped with some, most importantly suggesting that I need a more responsive hosting service. And so… Bigfoodetc.com is moving to a new host. As you know, I have many talents but tinkering around in
In honor of our honored guest, The Frenchman, and to celebrate the end of 12 weeks of travels, tailgates, Farm guests, travels, tailgates…, we had a nice little brunch yesterday. I did not have time to print a menu but if I’d had, this is what it might have looked like Please do note the
Gerard VanderLeun, of Paradise, California, is the proprietor of American Digest. AD is a blog I just recently discovered. It’s everything a blog I like should be. This is his most recent comment on the post titled, Site Notes: There’s a Substantial Fire to the East (Evacuation Orders Issued for Town) I tear up just thinking
I was thinking of you just the other day! In my little experiment to discover if I wanted to become more dedicated to posting, I randomly looked through the “Big Dawgs Jawing” category and came upon this from five years ago. It’s that post of yours that made Rocky famous, remember? So today when I
but still pretty cool. Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. It’s the first time a song writer has been so honored.
House passes bill to name Pascagoula beach ‘Buffett Beach‘ JACKSON, Mississippi — Mississippi legislators are working to name a Gulf Coast beach for the native son who wrote and sang “Margaritaville.” Representatives voted 119-1 on Monday to pass House Bill 886, which would designate a sandy stretch in Pascagoula as Buffett Beach. Singer-songwriter Jimmy Buffett was
There are what I would call ‘categories’ of things I can easily find here at the Farm. For example, if you needed an oversized ratchet, or the handiest copy of the Constitution of the United States, or the button box, I could get you that pronto. If you needed a grappling hook, we could fashion
I asked that of Kat, Tony & Mr. Big Food this afternoon. Two ‘normal’ people at a Torchy’s Taco truck. [ROTFLMAO] BTW. The fried avocado taco was damn good.
Our friend Chris The Deer Hunter has had a motion-sensitive infrared camera strapped to a tree up near the summit for about 3/4 of a year now. (He’s been out of town for a while.) I don’t mess with it– it’s his camera. But he’s back in town and folks are starting to think
I will tell you what’s important. Fishing. Books. Fresh vegetables and bread. Inside jokes. Cats and, of course and most especially, dogs. And food. Things– organizationally speaking– come and go. The individual is the unit of analysis in history. Which is why I’d like to encourage you to get this book, Practical Bass Fishing. It
I know you City Mice think you live exciting lives, living in the city and all, but you have no idea what you are missing! I was up in the TajMahal of Shantytown when I saw Mr. Big Food riding up on his lawnmower toward the former workshop and I ran out and he started
Daughter C and I played it close to the vest. We didn’t tell anyone where we were meeting. There she is. Four cars in front of me. Our plan for getting home was a bit more off. She has taken a number of photos by now & I thought it was time for me to
I just realized I have very few photos of the food set up.
Dang.
It was lovely.
There’s Kat!
She showed up with the food. Not like that stressed Miss M out or anything.
You know, they are older now. They deal with stress much better than they used to.
There’s the tiller in the bed I was tilling. (Look at that sky!) There’s the snake in the tiller this morning. It’s dead. I’m inserting a page break. It’s not really as messy as it is sad. And there is a great photo of a strawberry. So proceed at your own risk.
This happened so recently so as to be considered news. We went shooting Saturday morning. It was a beautiful morning for shooting guns. So damp and overcast after the storm that the report from the guns reverberated across the cotton field. Nico had never shot a gun before but she was anxious to try. Here’s
Continuing the mini-series “What I didn’t blog about but considered blogging about.” There were storms blowing through Friday night. We had a guest staying in the Jager Haus (formerly known as the Bunkhouse). Mike was here, staying in the back bedroom. I was tracking radar on multiple sites and… wait for it… paying attention to
We posed this. As we were driving up we asked Pat if we could get a photo of her out in front of Sansing’s and she said of course. Of course, that’s before she went in there. It’s an interesting place and I bet if you’d bet against this ever happening, you’d have thought
Sunday evening update: I’ve caught up with the more interesting photographs in the archives and so we may now return to the present in which I have a lot to do. (You thought this country livin’ was easy, didn’t you? Sippin’ liminade and spittin’ teebaccky.) ~~ I’ve hoarded a few photographs from the last weeks.
“Marica? Are you busy?” “ruff?” “No. Not at all, Missy. I’m just diddling. What’s on your mind?” “Well, Marica, it’s the end of the day. My Dear Friend and I have spent the better part of it searching for that woman but she’s nowhere to be found. We were curious where– to where she got
[If you are viewing this in a mobile version, switch now to the traditional web-view to see the colors.] Aren’t the colors wonderful? This was taken last evening at 19:00:31– seven o’clock, just after sundown. We really have to hand it to Edison, don’t we? What a freaking’ Genius he was. Light after dark. Ha. What