Saturday, August 15, 2020
Sunset
Here and gone in a matter of moments.
Grateful Jill gave me a heads-up when she took the girls out to piddle......
Signage
After twenty years or so the plywood backing on the boundary signs had deteriorated to the point of being useless. The signs were basically solid and the stainless hardware that affixed them to the rotting wood remnants was perfectly fine. So I fetched them back home, cut green-treated half-inch plywood backing for them and reinstalled them.
I did rotate the north-facing signs to the southern boundary as they were less faded.
Good for another twenty years.
Into the Ditch
The other day began with the blonde dog barking and the old gray Dowager Retriever joining-in for good measure. They were giving voice to the clattering of what I figured was farm machinery moving down the road. Slowly down the road.
Walking to the end of the driveway I observed a tag-team of county highway guys approach, pass me with a friendly wave and continue on their way clearing the ditch. They use flail mowers for ease of maneuvering and navigating over stuff lurking in the tall grass of the ditch. Instead of the usual single operator the second machine actually drives down into the bottom of the ditch to clear it wide-enough.
Likely, wide-enough to see the whitetail before it jumps out in front of your vehicle and smacks you.
It's a safety thing and the final cut before autumn arrives and the snow begins to fly.
Walking to the end of the driveway I observed a tag-team of county highway guys approach, pass me with a friendly wave and continue on their way clearing the ditch. They use flail mowers for ease of maneuvering and navigating over stuff lurking in the tall grass of the ditch. Instead of the usual single operator the second machine actually drives down into the bottom of the ditch to clear it wide-enough.
Likely, wide-enough to see the whitetail before it jumps out in front of your vehicle and smacks you.
It's a safety thing and the final cut before autumn arrives and the snow begins to fly.
Labels:
Deer,
Door County Life,
Government,
Tractors
Friday, August 14, 2020
Friday Music
Composed by Steve Winwood this song was released by Blind Faith in
1969 This is a beautifully-performed acoustic cover of Can’t Find
My Way Home…..
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Quote of the Day
QAnon is the mental gonorrhea of conspiracy theories. It’s disgusting and you want to get rid of it as fast as possible.
-Ousted
freshman Rep. Denver Riggleman (R-Va.)
How to Make Old-World Pickled Beets
When I was a little kid my dad and I raised beets in the garden out behind the garage. He counted on my help
with their care - nurturing with weeding, thinning and finally the harvest and pickling.
Roasted beets are good - pickled beets are better. Dad never met a
pickled beet he didn't like. Come to think of it - all of the old timers
in the family like pickled beets.
Me too.
Me too.
If
you’re looking for an extra-special treat cut some of the
tender-young beet tops early in the season. Soak
in cold water to remove any grit, rinse
and drain. Sautéed beet tops are not only delicious - they're
chock-full of vitamins, minerals and anti-oxidants. They are also
Gluten-Free.
Anyway, in the early days of the Door County
garden I suffered a stretch of three years that my beets failed.
They either germinated and died or never germinated. Since 2012
beets have been both reliable and abundant. Sowing
your crop at regular intervals results in continued production while
avoiding an overwhelming harvest.
If you like pickled veggies here's a step-by-step guide to
pickling your own beets. They're a terrific side any
time of year – especially when entertaining during the
holidays and awesome on a toasted peanut butter sandwich.
Enjoy!
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Pickled
Beets
A bunch of garden beets
2 large garden onions – peeled and sliced
1 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 sticks cinnamon
1 T whole allspice
1 ½ t canning salt
3 ½ cups apple cider vinegar
1 ½ cups water
A bunch of garden beets
2 large garden onions – peeled and sliced
1 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 sticks cinnamon
1 T whole allspice
1 ½ t canning salt
3 ½ cups apple cider vinegar
1 ½ cups water
Hose-off your
beets on the grass.
Trim-off the tops leaving a couple of inches of stem and the tap root. Reserve the tops from the smaller beets for sautéing greens. Soak the beets in a sink-full of cold water to remove the remaining grit. Transfer them to a pot of boiling water and cook 40 minutes until tender. Add your beets to the pot beginning with the largest first. At five minute intervals progressively add more beets from largest to smallest with the last of them added at the 30 minute mark. This way they will all be cooked-thru at the same time. Transfer the cooked beets to a sink-full of cold water to cool. Combine everything else except the onions in a non-reactive pot and bring the brine to a slow boil. Simmer 15 minutes.
Returning to the sink slice-off
the beet tops and tap roots allowing the skin to slip-off. Set
aside your whole beets. Keeping the residue of beet tops,
skins and roots in the sink makes clean-up a snap.
Slice the beets with a mandolin and pack into pint jars. Apportion your sliced raw onion as you fill. I like to start with a layer of raw garden onion on the bottom and finish with a layer on the top - beets in-between. Remove the cinnamon from the pot and
ladle the hot brine over the contents of the jars leaving 1/2 inch of head space. Add
lids and rings and process pints 30 minutes in a boiling water bath.
I ended-up with nine pints - I did double the brine recipe and there was
enough for a dozen pints.
On a whim I threw a tablespoon of Penzeys Sweet Dried Ginger Bits in the brine mix. Improvisation is the spice of life. Pun intended.
Pro Tip - Use non-reactive cookware. When canning - cleanliness is right up there with Godliness. A dishwasher will sterilize your jars on the ‘Sanitize’ cycle. Boil water in a Pyrex measuring cup for sterilizing your lids. Make sure your lids have 'popped' before storing canned goods in your bunker.
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