Apple season
Apple picking should commence this weekend. The wife makes a f-tastic "Dutch Apple" cheesecake. Our friends coming over the following weekend will be well fed.
Picking fruit at an orchards or farm always takes way less time than it seems like it should. I think hey, a nice trip outside and stuff, but really, you have all the apples/strawberries/blueberries you could ever need in like 15 minutes. So then it's off to the farm stand. I often go to this local place to pick them. They sponsor what is supposed to be a great Sunday breakfast, but I don't know anyone who's gone to it.
My dad is resurrecting his annual Octoberfest beer party this year. It'll be held at my cousin's house, since my parents downsized their house. Usually people hit wherever they find a bunch of microbrews, and we bring them over, try them all, and then judge the best, worst, weirdest-tasting, best label, etc....winner gets like, a beer-a-day calendar, or a mug. Dad cooks up a spread, and we all watch football. (Except for my dad's brother, who's relegated to the basement to watch NASCAR. I don't understand how my dad's brother can be from Alabama when everyone else in the family is from Connecticut.) I always like to be dropped off/picked up. Otherwise, I gotta loiter around the house to sober up, which means my mom comes home from her day of exile before I've left...which of course leads to at least the second degree, if not the third.
I may whip up a home brew to enter this year. I should go buy ingredients this week to have it ready within 5-6 weeks.
I got Seattle right in my suicide pool last week. This week, a certain team from a certain Midwestern town that starts with a C, ends with an O, and in the middle has "HICAG". (Da Bears.) Actually, I never liked the George Wendt episodes of the Superfans as much, compared to the original one with Joe Mantegna. Although there's nothing like Polish sausage substitute to ward off that fourth heart attack, I suppose. (And don't get me started about them trying to use the same bit with the Bulls.)
Wednesday of this week I was promised a new printer either that day or yesterday. I'm going to wait this one out and see how long it takes for the boss to come through. I got an old, used HP LaserJet 4 to use here, and I think it's just about out of toner.
6 comments:
I would think you would be pretty safe if you can just keep picking teams that play Kansas City. Yikes.
Oktoberfest at your Dad'd? Can I come. I'll just eat the pizza, you can drink my share of the beer.
I'm the only Aussie who doesn't drink ....
Making your own beer seems like a lot of work...but I bet it tastes better than the bottled piss that is sold in mass quantities!
Apple picking sounds romantic!
Apple-picking? WOW!
**lengthy description to the police
as in LENGTH of certain things? lol!
Keshi.
In Austria they have nothing but micro breweries (tiny little Budwiserchen *g*). When I first moved here, I heard people order again and again a "Saint Joseph's". Took me a while to finally get hold of a label: it's alcohol free beer. Wonder what a Saint Mary's tastes like.
Please keep us up to date about your beer brewing efforts!
If I were to go to your dad's Oktoberfest, I would bring Samuel Adams or something from the Dixie Brewing Company (I hope, they are brewing again, after Katrina).
Pizza, David? Puh-lease.....my dad is way too much of a gourmet to just order pizza.
This year we'll be having venison steaks.
And Sunday was spent brewing an amber ale. $40 makes 50 or more bottles. So the cost isn't too bad.
Dawn, the Bears got me to 2-0. 8 out of 15 left in one pool, 6 of 15 in the other.
I had no idea, Kesh, that apple-picking was a female-dominated spectator sport!
:)
Sam Adams would be okay, but would be mocked as though you put no effort to uncover more of the world's fine brews! I'd be amused if a St. Joseph's were made with children's aspirin, you know, back in the day when kids were allowed to have aspirin before the whole Reye's Syndrome fear.
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