Sunday, April 27, 2008

FOR RENT

In order to pay the winter oil bills, and fund a walk through the Pyrenees with my beloved family, I am renting the Creamery for the best of the season July.1-31. The whole damn place is for rent. Grow your own vegetables and have a pig roast.
Canoe included.









Friday, April 25, 2008

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Brooklyn nostalgia.


This new kitchen deck was made from remainders of the roof deck that a fire marshall made me remove on Summit St. I'm pretty sure this was the beginning of the end of my love affair with Summit St. The purchasers of the building actually withheld 10K for months because I accidently left some wood in the community garden behind the place. This beautiful recycled whiskey factory wood works perfectly inside, it is apparently a fire hazard outside. Equally nice to know we are protected from the flammability of our bedroom pillows with FDA approved teflon spray... or whatever it is.
This is most of what was left from my stash (the roof was 4x this size) so maybe they did build a fancy new sauna in the house with wood that was forgotten. Anyway, I am happy with the deck but still confused about the kitchen layout. Sink and stove have to stay where they are....any genius suggestions?

Friday, April 11, 2008

the birds

Last weekend I decided to take full advantage of country living by making eggs for breakfast fresh from the bird.
Ironically on the way to Swenson's farm, Bob and I had a terrifying encounter with a freak Hitchcockian murder of crows. O.K. they were not crows, but a murder of crows sounds much more dramatic than a flock of starlings. And it was dramatic. Were they starlings? Maybe they were grackles. I was too terrified to pay attention since a premature Hitchcock experience caused an irrational bird phobia (is that an oxymoron?) Anyway, some exciting New Zealand bird watching last year supposedly cured me of my old fears. Not so. Running down the road to the farm, I imagined what it might be like if these thousands of noisy black birds surrounded my own house/creamery.

As we walked home I noticed the birds were no longer occupying the same edge of the forest. Frightened that they may be flying quietly behind us with their eyes on the dog, I picked up the pace. As we descended into the driveway the chipper became clear. The closest birds must have been only about 100ft away, almost exactly the length of the creamery. Once inside, I realized the birds occupied every branch in sight from the kitchen windows. Facing my fears, I stood on the new back deck attempting to capture the experience on video. When the birds finally decided they had tormented us enough, the sky was black and chattering with starlings/grackles in flight.

Breakfast, made from perfectly orange egg yolks, was not easy to digest.




these images really pale compared to the reality of the experience (all the feedback sounding noise is actually fluttering bird sound).