The Food Truck was a big hit. Everyone except graduate students and post-docs chipped in $10. There was complete agreement that the food available at the Food Truck was far superior to the awful $22 boxed lunches provided by the hotel the day before. All things considered, Mr. Big Food and I were out 10
Good morning! Hope this finds you well.
Thanks to long-time reader & commenter SueK for a story and a seriously good recipe. First the story… My Mom’s mom died when my Mom was 16, after a long illness. Because of the illness, they had a housekeeper. As a result, Mom never learned to cook. My Dad was in the National Guard, and
There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there. In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful
Hobbiton, New Zealand! From Kat & Tony’s Newsletter: To get to Hobbiton, you drive into farm country. Actually, most of New Zealand is farm country, but in this case you drive into places where it’s tough to get a cell signal. We arrived late the night before — late enough that we weren’t sure whether
As Missy is wont to do, I’ve began last Sunday’s Travels in the middle of things. So let’s back up. First– thanks to Daughter C! Not only were the photos taken by her when she & the J-Man visited the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, but also she kindly supplied me with a lot of
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.