When I was in Detroit I tried on Alex's running shoes - it felt weird to have something in between your toes, but I like how they look, kinda like monkey feet. He is going to run a half marathon in them - go Alex!
OK, who else was up between 2:00AM - 3:30AM Saturday night? Did you see it? Spectacular! I was tripping out watching the shooting stars, about one per minute. Just amazing.
It spawned a complete mental brain-flow experience of consciousness where I was contemplating being on planet Earth, suspended in the Milky Way Galaxy, that we are mostly comprised of water, and that we are orbiting the Sun and it's also hanging in suspension in the universe, and we orbit around it, and I WAS FREAKING OUT about space....I hope the same consciousness happens to you during the next meteor shower. Where am I? What are we? Sorry for the hippie flow, but I know you know what I'm talking about.
Losing Whitey a few weeks ago was tough - she was my favorite chicken, my pet and also my only white egg layer. Until this week...I went out to collect eggs and found this tiny white egg, the first from one of the new young Leghorn hens. I didn't expect to see any eggs from the young girls for a few more months, and it was so nice to see a white egg in the hen house again.
The other evening two canine senior citizens turned up at the farm, a golden retriever and a little black pug. Both were very friendy and well cared for, the Golden had a tag that said his name was Buddy Gomez (what an awesome dog name). We called their owner who came and got them from about a mile away.
I made a batch of cultured butter this week - here is the cream churning in the kettle. Butter making is the messiest job: greasy, buttermilk splashing everywhere - I thoroughly buttered every surface in the cheese lab making it.
But the end result is worth it - 10 rounds of freshly made butter tied up with string.
"We tend to think that animals of a breed are all alike, yet in observing and drawing them, I have found each to be unique in appearance and temperament; and each, lacking any pretense, seems to have a natural dignity. It is unsettling to look into their eyes and wonder what they know. There is a great distance between us, yet we feel so much in common as creatures."
BethVan Hoesen, from Creatures: The Art of Seeing Animals
You have to poke holes into wheels of blue cheese, which will introduce air, which mold needs to grow. I poked 20 holes in each side of the wheel with a sterilized skewer.
Blue wheels age on their side. I am trying to find my taste for blue cheese, which I don't have much of now, even as a cheese maker. This wheel was made with some raw milk that I traded for a few pounds of feta cheese. I will post some updates as it ages and gets veiny.