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The Picnic

Even in the mountains, there’s no escaping the heat. Nights have barely broken 78 degrees and the daytime temps here at Turtle Creek are a consistent, sweltering, egg frying on the pavement – 98 degrees. It’s almost enough to make a person lose their religion. But this morning, we woke to an amazing thing, 68 degrees… in August! the air was down right cool and breezy. It felt like a day to to relax and… do…  absolutely… nothing. I just wanted to get out, drive and bask in the near spring weather. I decided to get myself and mom out of our convalescing rut, go on a picnic and enjoy the brief repast from the insufferable heat. Actually, I just roasted a fresh hen yesterday, and cooked up a passel of homeless vegetables that showed up on our doorstep. (Neighbors and friends have begun the Cob and Run Marathon – leaving their excess garden produce on your porch when you aren’t home)… So the picnic wasn’t a huge undertaking to get things ready. So I …

Curb Market Crawl – Cornfield Beans

When we were kids, my brothers and I would trade off spending the weekends at my grandparent’s house. We would wake up early on Saturdays to fresh baked biscuits, fried ham, coffee and whiffs of my granddad’s pipe tobacco permeating through the house. Once they got us rousted out of bed, breakfast would be those crispy-bottoms biscuits slathered in Parkay Margarine with a healthy dose of my grandmother’s thoroughly horrible burnt sugar jam “doesn’t it taste just like fresh blackberries?” and a big glass of sugar laden coffee with Pet Milk (we weren’t allowed coffee at home). It, honestly, was the best part of the weekend sleep-over. Once the meal was done, it was out to the garden for a fun-filled full day of tilling, weeding, picking… in the garden. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty evident why we were over so often during the summer…. Slave labor. The big breakfast? It was just to make sure we didn’t pass out during the day… I’m convinced of it. As long as I can remember, …