Thanksgiving was beyond lovely at the Ranch.
Kristin & I cooked and baked at a steady but not demanding pace for days before so on the big day all we had to do was the Turkey, the Egg Nog, and the green beans.
Before that we had oodles of turkeys to process for others. We had a crisis of how to clean the gizzards, not usually our job but we found a wonderful web site, not for the queasy. But let's not think of that..back to easy & peaceful.
Our Menu:
Beginnings: O'Meallie Egg Nog - made with our eggs, various cheeses, fruits, and crackers & nuts.
The Meal: our turkey from the Ranch, moist as could be; apple stuffing; stuffed mirlitons, sweet potatoes on pineapple slices; cranberry chutney & green beans buca lapi.
Dessert: Creole cream cheesecake - creole cream cheese made from scratch & chocolate truffle torte. All also made with great quantities of our farm eggs.
Around the Table: Kristin. Jared, Jim, Keith, & myself, and all the animals that were allowed inside.
Perfect.
Funniest moment: seeing all the men try to keep the fluffy clouds of joy from the eggnog off their facial hair.
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
5 Yards Free!
The forms went up for the foundation walls on the large pigeon loft - 20 x 30 feet, 2 feet high. The foundation was artfully decorated late at night by roving reindeer feet; it's a shame that no one will see their contribution except on clean-out days.
The turkeys also threw in a creative contribution on the last of the heated bird pads. At least those will be visible! Every dawg made an effort to leave a mark, but their efforts were not covert enough for permanent results.
Jared was scheduled to arrive with concrete at 2pm. Just prior, he called with the grand news. The delivery before ours had over ordered, and his boss had already said that any returns would be donated to the Ranch! Jared's job with B&B Excavating has already garnered us some very kind discounts on concrete, but free concrete for Doves of Vail? That's not even our nonprofit! I executed a very awkward gimpy glad dance and hooted & hollered in a rather jubilant and juvenile way. This is cee-ment I'll be thrilled to watch set.
Yes, Cee-ment. I have to practice saying concrete. Cee-ment gets you laughed at here.
The turkeys also threw in a creative contribution on the last of the heated bird pads. At least those will be visible! Every dawg made an effort to leave a mark, but their efforts were not covert enough for permanent results.
Jared was scheduled to arrive with concrete at 2pm. Just prior, he called with the grand news. The delivery before ours had over ordered, and his boss had already said that any returns would be donated to the Ranch! Jared's job with B&B Excavating has already garnered us some very kind discounts on concrete, but free concrete for Doves of Vail? That's not even our nonprofit! I executed a very awkward gimpy glad dance and hooted & hollered in a rather jubilant and juvenile way. This is cee-ment I'll be thrilled to watch set.
Yes, Cee-ment. I have to practice saying concrete. Cee-ment gets you laughed at here.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Men or Famine
Not what you're thinking gals! But that would be nice as well.
After a few months of a horrid shortage of labor at the Ranch, suddenly it's men! Working men!
Jim, our Ranch Advisor - more like a Mentor, flew home after recovering from surgery in Michigan. I don't know who was happier to see whom at the Eagle airport, but I'm glad he's home from his other home. We are busy planning finishing old projects and starting new already.
Before the airport run, I ran up to Vail to pick up Micah, a schoolmate of my baby brother Van at School of Mines. Micah rode up from the Front Range to work for the holiday weekend. For a post graduate scholar, he didn't once get distracted by something so modern as a computer, but knuckled down to the basics of farm and ranch. He more than earned his kibble after a long hot day by whipping up some delicious mussels. I made biscuits.
Neither of us could figure out why the animals were shirking their photographic duties. The turkeys played ostriches in the fresh tilled garden, but not for the camera. The doves sassed the hens in the water bath, but not for a photo. The Bantam chick played roadrunner all day - zoom zoom. Katie fetched her Kong through throngs of birds, totally ignoring them and sending them into flight, but not when there was a camera; the birds remained unaffected.
I'm recharging my batteries.
After a few months of a horrid shortage of labor at the Ranch, suddenly it's men! Working men!
Jim, our Ranch Advisor - more like a Mentor, flew home after recovering from surgery in Michigan. I don't know who was happier to see whom at the Eagle airport, but I'm glad he's home from his other home. We are busy planning finishing old projects and starting new already.
Before the airport run, I ran up to Vail to pick up Micah, a schoolmate of my baby brother Van at School of Mines. Micah rode up from the Front Range to work for the holiday weekend. For a post graduate scholar, he didn't once get distracted by something so modern as a computer, but knuckled down to the basics of farm and ranch. He more than earned his kibble after a long hot day by whipping up some delicious mussels. I made biscuits.
Neither of us could figure out why the animals were shirking their photographic duties. The turkeys played ostriches in the fresh tilled garden, but not for the camera. The doves sassed the hens in the water bath, but not for a photo. The Bantam chick played roadrunner all day - zoom zoom. Katie fetched her Kong through throngs of birds, totally ignoring them and sending them into flight, but not when there was a camera; the birds remained unaffected.
I'm recharging my batteries.
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