A Small Farm One Hour North Of San Francisco.
We live both in Healdsburg, a small town in Sonoma County on a ranch with 100 acres of grapevines. And in the city of San Francisco, in the heart of the Mission District.
With a shared love of cooking, these two divergent places brought us together with the mission to grow and farm good food to [...]
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In Anticipation.
8:56pm I’m sitting here in our SF condo waiting for Timothy to get out of work. We’re driving back to Healdsburg tonight. I’ve been here three nights and it’s time to go back to the farm. City life is sleeping in time. Walking the Mission District, spying interesting fashion and eating loads of ethic foods [...]
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Dead Skins.
Ha. I am at that point where it’s been so long since writing that I have nothing that seems important enough to put here. I’ve been feeling depressed. It always hits me once and again and I just can’t smile or respond to jokes or hugs or kisses. I am detached and cool like a [...]
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Bird Houses/Bee Houses.
This morning Timothy looked me in the eyes and said “it’s already almost May” He didn’t say anything else, and we both thought the same thing. What happens to our time and days and nights? Does it go faster with age? Are our memories erased each night to save room in our ever over stimulated [...]
Downright Dirty Day.
Saga II of the “stink” has been resolved. Besides having to cut out a huge part of my favorite daphne bush I will be able to leisure on the lawn again. Yesterday while minding my own business the gaseous smell and putrid black soup surprised me as I walked through the backyard. I was shocked. [...]
Am I A Chicken Farmer?
I really did get 44 fuzzy peepers on Easter Sunday. I knew I would! And everyone told me fat chance that there is no mail on Sunday and or any holiday which the post office always takes off. The sad part was I was hoping that they would arrive while I had 40 guests for [...]
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Bullshit Smells Like it.
An unscrupulous attack was witnessed today. Unfortunately it was my own eyes and body to witness. The owner of the building where Weird Fish is located effectively locked Timothy out. Not as in, you can’t come into your own business and DO business… more sinister and without warning. They locked him out of the basement, [...]
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Why I Love Country Living.
I’m spending a lot more time nowadays driving to and from San Francisco. I have the best of both the country life and the city jaunt. In the city I eat… I’m searching for that food experience that strange concoction that makes me glad to be alive and trying new things. When I get back [...]
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Sprung.
I’m allergic to spring. I’ve got tiny red hives up and down my arms and legs everywhere my sun seeking body is exposed to the good weather of springtime. Three huge piles of garden compost have just been delivered, a concoction of mushroom waste, sawdust, wood fines, and chicken poop. But it basically smells more [...]
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If It’s Not One Thing, It’s A Lot More.
My ears are burning. Besides the freezing gusts of wind from the North that are re-spreading my finally (sigh) raked leaf piles, I am fully cognizant that the groundhog saw his shadow. I believe in this stuff you know? If the weatherman can’t seem to get it right, believe in the cute ground critter and [...]
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No Escargot?
Why can’t you just eat slugs? They are just so plentiful right now. It seemed that every leaf of mustard I picked this morning had one or three slithering on it, and if not its remains; which consist of a silvery mucus butt juice that he forgot to wipe after using the little boys room.
Did [...]
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