The last cheese - Monterrey Jack w/herbs d'Provence
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
just for Easter....meet Bunny Lee
I met a lonely rabbit on a neighboring farm who wasn't getting much attention, so they asked if I wanted her. I took her back to Little Falls, got her a few goodies at the pet store and made her a house out of a beer box. She is extremely affectionate and cuddly, and so cute you can't stand it. I named her after the old Jamaican musician Bunny Lee.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Flatbread
There is a great restaurant in Portland called Flatbread (http://www.flatbreadcompany.com/). They have a huge wood burning oven that looks like a yurt, and it bakes up the best pizza I have ever had. The place is a big lofty space on the waterfront with handmade furniture and great locally brewed beer.
Goat cheese, mozzarella, and parmesan with green beans, beets and balsamic drizzle. Oh my God.
Goat cheese, mozzarella, and parmesan with green beans, beets and balsamic drizzle. Oh my God.
I love classic rock
Monday, April 6, 2009
traditional cheddar
Sunday, April 5, 2009
fairy dusted
16 haystacks
good neighbors
Jim + Maureen live up the road from the farm and take good care of me when I visit Maine. I look in on their dog Bella a few days a week when they are at work. Maureen is an excellent cook, and Jim is a music fan with an enormous record collection. My evenings at their house are always filled with good conversation, lots of laughs and great food. I walked back down the road well after midnight this morning, and worried that I wouldn't be able to see well in the dark, they loaned me a headlamp to light my way.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
"I soaked in the heavy nourishing air and this befriending atmosphere like rich life-cake, the kind that encourages love and brings on a mild pain of emotions. A state that lets you rest in your own specific gravity, and where you are not a subject matter but sit in your own nature tasting original tastes as good as the first man, and are outside of the busy human tamper, left free even of your own habit. Which only lie on you illusory in the sunshine, in the usual relation of your feet or fingers or the knot of your shoestrings and are without power. No more than the comb or shadow of your hair has power on your brain."
- from 'The Adventures of Augie March' by Saul Bellow
the homestead
In the early 1970s, Mary lived in this log cabin which sits, unoccupied now, between the house and the barn here on the farm. It is a beautiful little house, which they built themselves. She home birthed her children here, home schooled her children here, kept chickens and cows and worked the land with draft horses. Oh, and they didn't have electricity either. We have so much to learn from John + Mary!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Mudhoney
It's Spring and everything is melting, making huge pools of water in the fields and deep roads of mud. While it is messy, there is the most delicious smell in the air. Damp, ultra sweet, like hay and flowers and grass and soil, the smell of this farm is intoxicating. Here is Finn navigating the ruts.
kids, the human kind
Thursday, April 2, 2009
can't get enough caraway Swiss
Norman Male
Here's Norman, one of the billy goats. He is one of the friendliest goats, and will stand up on the walls of the barn just to get nose to nose with you. He is cuddly and wants you to scratch him right under those gigantic horns. The male goats make hilarious noises, it sounds like whale song or bird calls.