(For more info on the diet of this nearly foot-long bird see the above.)
Another Inquiry (not one Mr. Mueller need attend to though): Black-billed Cuckoos keep the destructive writhing Tent Caterpillars in check; how about our writhing PFN*? (a 420 character 9-liner) (For more info on Mr. Mueller and his task see below.)
Live like the small, active community of Amazon Tsimane on the Maniqui
& acquire a pristine, unclogged, positive-outlook
More positive than the PFN’s steps to abolish EPA, roll back Dodd-Frank.
But how about that failed resolution of inquiry* ?
It forced Republicans to reject calls for greater conflict oversight.
NOTES FROM PATTY: PFN = President for Now. And on that resolution: House Republicans derailed a Democratic resolution that would have forced disclosure of the PFN’s potential ties with Russia and any possible business conflicts of interest. Republicans wanted to avoid a full House vote that would have been embarrassing and divisive for the right.
One of the most fun experiences I’ve had this winter was a Monday evening spent making sourdough bread at Ground Floor Farm.
Here’s how much fun it was: I don’t like to muck around with sticky dough and I had a great time.
I marvel at this ‘farm’ building on SE Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. in the city of Stuart, FL. It wasn’t always such an urban dreamscape. I try to picture the street-savvy religious mission it used to be. Red-hot and righteous, the Salvation Army occupied this space off Colorado Avenue not that long ago.
Across the country, the Salvation Army plunges headlong into the emerging commercial culture of city life. Across town, so does the Ground Floor Farm.
I can tell a lot about a place by its chickens.
I heard about the farm but it wasn’t really on my radar until a chef at a local sandwich shop sang its praises. I realize now what all the fuss was about. Nothing else has measured up since.
I judge a farm or market to be a keeper if it adds something new and healthy to my diet. Food is medicine, after all. And I just love the sense of discovery, don’t you?
Take a walk with me around the farm. Not a single thing or inch of space goes to waste.
In the kitchen, Jackie and her staff bake bread, make cheese, and ferment almost anything from veggies to beverages to vinegars and more.
There are honeybees, flowers, and a cafe. Tours, educational programs, and a year-round farmer’s market.
Oh, and Joy.
There’s Lots and Lots of Joy.
Jackie (my bread guru), Micah, and Mike are dedicated to growing and producing food using sustainable methods. Ground Floor Farm is part urban farm, part kitchen/workshop, part market, part art/events venue, part community space…. and totally magical.
If you ate today, thank a farmer.
So, about that bread.
lovely hollow sound
Jackie’s perfect loaf
I’m not sure the evening convinced me to switch permanently from my bread machine.
Mine to keep! A single teaspoon of active starter contains as many as 50 million yeasts and 5 billion lactobacilli bacteria. There are more bugs in a half cup of starter than there are humans who have ever existed in the universe. Think about that next time you bite into a loaf!
The process of creating this loaf takes time, love, and plenty of muscle. But it has undoubtedly added to my quality of life. This hand-crafted loaf – the crisp crust, the internal crumb, the yeasty aroma, the complex flavor — is a work of art. And its life-affirming force promotes friendship and conversation. That alone is worth the price of the workshop. (Do I sound like an ad? Enthusiasm in the face of such joy is unavoidable.)
rising in my fridge
I’m aching for some sourdough bread right this minute.
That’s the beauty of this disarmingly lovely loaf ~ I can eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Plus, with the discards from the starter, I can make cheeky chews like these.
Ground Floor Farm’s next endeavor? To build a pizza oven.
I have no choice but to return.