The sauerkraut is looking good and smelling interesting. It has to be “cooked” a few more days until April 10, though. When it’s done I plan to heat up some highly unhealthy cured sausages and completely overdo things at supper.
I was interested to find out what the sodium content of foods produced with salt-brine fermentation would be. A brief internet search suggested that if you’re on a low sodium diet they might be problematic choices. Especially the pickles )which are funky and delicious).
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More juicy bits from El Arroyo restaurant
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With a windy weekend coming up, Robin and I decided to take advantage of a quieter and very sunny Thursday to break in the new kayaks. We chose to do it on Lake Ridgway, a lovely reservoir surrounded by mountains and only 25 minutes away. The water level was down about twenty feet, which is normal for this time of year, but this meant that the spot where we launched the boats was a nasty gravelly gumbo at the water’s edge.
Nearly losing our footgear in the mud, we scrambled onto the decks and took off. It turns out that our old paddling skills worked well with these very different boats. The new ones are not nearly as fast but quite stable and maneuverable. We cruised the western shoreline where there were still patches of snow. After spending an hour going out we turned around and almost at that moment the breeze picked up to provide more of a challenge on the return trip.
All in all we didn’t feel too shabby about our showing. We need to smooth out the process of taking these heavier (twice as heavy) boats on and off the trailer, but I think we’re up to it. If not, well, we’ll just have to bring this guy along to accompany us on future paddles.
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I don’t often put jokes in here, and especially not those about seniors. Mostly they are unimaginative. Except maybe this one …
One Friday night a dapper 95 year old man walked into a bar and spotted an attractive woman seated alone, sipping on a whisky.
After sitting on the bar stool beside her, he turned and said, “Hello, beautiful. Do I come here often?”
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I admire David Brooks for his thoughtfulness, openness to change, and a healthy low level of ego in his scribbling. A conservative with a modern brain, fancy that.
But I never thought of him as humorous. However, here he is affirming my own pet theory that inanimate objects are far from lifeless and are often out to get us.
He blames Satan for this disconcerting situation, and it is a funny piece. (I’m actually surprised that Satan let him write it. It completely blows his cover)
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SUDDENLY SLEET! Absolutely uncalled for! Sixteen degrees below normal! Oh pestilence! Oh plague! Oh revolting development!
The hairs on my legs stand straight out because I have refused to give up on wearing shorts and I am walking across a frigid parking lot to the gym in a 20 mph windchill breeze.
I will not bow to something as delusional as reality. It’s not right. It’s not fair. I’m telling!
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Little Home In The Valley 