No, not the dance; I am referring to the 19 minute hunt Jay took less than an hour ago which resulted in him bringing home another 10+ pound hen turkey and busting up the rest of the flock for the morning’s hunt.
The evidence:
As you see, Hawthorne was quite taken with her.
Here is the goose girl’s goose:
And another:
It is not just her. It is familial.
Our darling daughter is sometimes very silly. If you can not handle silly, read no further.
Back when she was considerably younger and smaller (seven years ago, to be exact–since she remembers), one year for Christmas her paternal aunts bought her a Baby Norbert. She played with it so much it “died” months later.
She has mourned and mooned over its demise for years. Then a few days ago she came across the booklet for Norbert and wondered if it was still made.
Well, it is not. But someone was selling one. And another someone, who had saved the vast majority of her birthday money, convinced her father to let her buy it.
Now all she can do is pester me about when Norbert will arrive.
She decided she will design mechanical dragons.
The Food and Cooking of Sweden by Anna Mosesson has provided me with the recipes and ideas for curing salmon into gravlax, and now in process, curing venison. It is a wonderful book to look at, and I have realized we eat sort of “Scandinavianish” this time of year. Meat, potatoes, greens.
So this is how to cure a hind leg muscle from a deer:
Prepare your cure: equal parts salt and sugar, some freshly ground pepper, fresh thyme (the deer are stealing it from the garden now anyway).
Prepare the muscle by removing the fell, connective tissue, etc. There is always somebody around here who wants to help with this job.
On aluminum foil, put down a layer of cure and spice, the meat, and then use the rest of the cure to cover the meat. Enclose meat in the foil and place in a nonreactive container in the fridge or cold porch. Mine went into a glass casserole dish. Quite a bit of liquid will be pulled from the meat over the next two days.
Turn it over every 12 hours if you remember.
John and Joel helped me choose the colors and participated in dying these three skeins. The yarn is Lamb ‘O Lakes, 8 ounce skeins, about 750 yards per pound.
What, never heard of it? The hand picked fleeces were from a 500+ Finn-Dorset flock my husband shepherded. They were sent to be spun in Vermont back in the ’80’s for the business a friend and I ran for ten years called : Lamb O’Lakes. I hand-dyed all theyarn. We made one-of-a-kind things before it was popular to do so. We had a knitting machine that I learned to use. I used to solve knitting dilemmas in my dreams.
Just home from Europe and recovered from illness, she came to us!
We played a couple games. But she would not play chess with Isabelle.
We revisited her trip to Italy. Lots of curvy roads.
She played violin with Isabelle, then I played piano with same; meanwhile Angela deleted the one photo I had of the two of them. Hmph. She replaced it with photos indicating our playing speed on Veracini’s Gigue from Suzuki Book Five.
We had a couple meals: black beans with black bean rice and quiche with a rice crust served with potatoes and brussels sprouts. Some of you might recognize some of those foods…
She took photos of the doubleknit scarf in the works. For another post.
She fended off Hawthorne and the girl and drove off into the night.
The girl and I drove to the Corning Museum of Glass for a concert by the Orchestra of the Fingerlakes because her teacher, Augusto Diemecke, is concertmaster and was soloist last evening. The orchestra is in the process of finding a new conductor so each concert is conducted by one of the candidates. Geoffrey Moull was a wonderful conductor and the orchestra obviously liked him. I had never seen an adult, professional orchestra stamp their feet in admiration before. Only kids.
On the program were:
BEETHOVEN – Leonore Overture No. 3, Op. 72
MOZART – Concerto for Violin and Orchestra No. 5, K 219 Augusto Diemecke, Violin
BRAHMS – Symphony No. 2, Op. 73
I am ignorant when it comes to many classical pieces, these included. The Mozart and Brahms were especially wonderful. The concert as a whole was the best I have ever attended.
Moull seemed to be able to get every last iota of dynamic range, emotion, and beauty out of the orchestra as a whole. One of the things that struck me was the marvelous blending into a seamless whole. Live orchestras, to me, tend to be showcases for various instruments when it is their turn to stand out. I tend to analyze what is going on rather than enjoy the music. But yesterday there was a true sense of ensemble playing; a wonderful thing to experience when there are fifty people working together to create beautiful music.
Augusto’s playing was quite dramatic, spirited and beautiful. He and Moull interacted frequently. Moull had a very dramatic style of conducting, too, that the orchestra responded to.
There were two standing ovations. One after the Mozart Augusto played with the orchestra, and the other after the Brahms. Both the Mozart and the Brahms were so lovely I thought about rushing home and getting CD’s of the pieces from the library to listen to more closely.
We made some chocolate cookies today.
Here are a couple to be baked tomorrow. This owl looks much more impressive in person.
And here is the only turkey that we have ‘caught’ so far this fall.
