My friend Cathy from Wichita once again caught a great backyard picture.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
About six years ago, we visited Louisville, Kentucky. I know because we were in our van then and on one of our AdVentures (traveling and sleeping in the back of our Venture van).
I only wanted to do two things during our brief time passing through Louisville, neither was the bat. First, Churchill Downs and place a bet. Second, have a Hot Brown Sandwich.
We roll into town around 3:00 pm. Churchill Downs is still open. The parking lot attendant allows us in the nearly empty lot without paying. I guess because it’s a weekday, we have our choice of seats. There are a couple races left. The man taking bets has a Flat Cap with a cigar, no smiles but patient with a novice. I bet on the last place horse. There is a winner’s circle and roses. Other than no Mint Juleps, everything is as expected.
Next, Hot Brown. The sandwich got its name when a chef at the Louisville Brown Hotel was tired of fixing eggs for couples who were looking for an early breakfast after dancing late. He came up with the Hot Brown and named it after the hotel.
Unfortunately, we are told they only serve the Hot Brown at noon at the Hotel. We ask the security guard where to find a good one and he directs us to a small private restaurant. It is good, but Dan and I could have shared the big, rich open faced sandwich.
Last Sunday, in the American Profile insert in our Sunday paper, there was an article on Super Savory Sandwiches. One of them was the Hot Brown, with a picture of a chef from the Brown Hotel. I had one of those, “I’ve been there” moments.
So, here is the recipe—not the Brown, but probably close. And, a place for some of the many fresh tomatoes from the garden on top. Enjoy
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
This is Tom & Christy Price’s bale and they live about a half mile from us—a close lightening strike. Notice how it hit the bale at the top and exited at the bottom.
As it grew darker, it appeared as if the fire was burning inside the bale. So much for lightening hitting the tallest structure around. This bale was much lower than their home and not too far from it either.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Checking back over my last two weeks of posts, there is no mention of the number one project around here—hay, specifically prairie hay.
I guess the reason is there isn’t much to say about it. We watch and listen to weather forecasts, looking for two full days of dry, hot weather. Then we start mowing, raking and baling.
We don’t even try to compete with the big guys with their huge tractors and computerized balers. Ours is a small operation with older equipment. We have a 4020 John Deere tractor and a 510 John Deere big round baler (in case that means anything to anyone). They both work well.
My job is to help swathe or disk mow and rake using a little D17 tractor. This is a sixties model diesel tractor. There was a D17 Allis tractor at an auction last weekend that brought $5,250. We couldn’t believe it. Guess our tractor is more valuable than we thought, that is after a little TLC.
Anyway, we are approaching the home stretch on the hay program for this year. We should be wrapping it up by the end of this weekend.
I don’t want to sabotage anything by saying this, but the hay project has gone well this year.
Also, so far, no bumble bee nests either! (I was going to link to my bumble bee story, but I guess I’ve never told it—check tomorrow)