The new fitness craze!

A recreational rake from Ribb Rakes

Today I had an epiphany. Just as yoga’s getting old, I found the replacement fitness regimen, sure to capture the exercise-minded public’s imagination. Are you ready for this? Drumroll, please. It’s bullraking! What’s bullraking? Well, I’m glad you asked. Clams bury themselves in the sand, usually between about two and five inches deep. To get [...]

Crisis management

Drumstick at the three-fifths mark

My turkeys and my husband have something in common: they’re all middle-aged. The birds are exactly three months old, putting them squarely at the three-fifths mark of their lifespan. Because Kevin’s execution isn’t scheduled, we can’t predict his demise with the same precision, but supposing he’s three-fifths of the way through an 83-year lifespan would [...]

What we saw

Our pole saw, and the work it does

I thought we had every kind of saw known to man. We have manual saws and power saws, wood saws and metal saws. We have a chop saw and a circular saw and four – count ‘em, four – chain saws. We have a Sawzall, a tool with a name that we’ve discovered is not [...]

More on canning

The sum total of my crabapple jelly experiment

More accurately, it should be “Moron canning,” in light of the fact that, before I start my next canning rant, I’m going to tell you the story of my crabapple jelly. It began weeks ago, when Kevin and I were invited to dinner at the home of our friends Julie and Greg. We had just [...]

Chicken ownership: a photo essay

They scratch the mulch

Monsters of the deep fryer

Les Hemmila, oysterman, on his farm

There’s a special place in hell for whoever invented deep frying. Not that I can’t see its utility. Here’s a cooking technique that renders just about anything not only edible but delicious, which is a real boon in time of scarcity. If you’re stranded on a dessert island with nothing to eat but tubers and [...]

Motor skills

The boat controller.  Goat not included.

I hate the sound of an engine not catching. With some engines, it’s a kind of cough. Others, a sputter. Our Land Rover does a sort of whine. The late, lamented George Carlin used to do a bit where he imitated an engine that didn’t want to start: “Leave me alohohohohohohone.” I used to think [...]

Splitsville

Wood, unsplit

Anyone for a wager? I’m willing to bet that Anthony Hopkins’ house in Legends of the Fall is an anachronism. There’s no way that house existed at the time the movie takes place. I’m sure you saw the film – everyone did. It’s the one where Brad Pitt is one of three sons of an [...]

A plumber’s trade

venison

Our introduction to our plumber’s sportsman side came when he installed a tankless water heater for us, about a year and a half ago. We’d only had the house for a few months when the seventies-era water heater, which we’d been warned about during the home inspection, crapped out. Enter Bob, the plumber recommended by [...]

The chicken post mortem

chickendiagram

I’m pretty sure that none of my New York City friends can to do a chicken autopsy. It’s a pretty arcane skill but, if you need to do one, it’s very helpful to have a friend who knows how. Enter Jen, from Milkweed & Teasel, who, with her husband, Mike, walked me through it. Any [...]

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