Bigger is Better

Today I played a role in a small but unlikely exchange. It was unlikely mostly because of where it happened, in the parking lot of Whole Foods in Boulder. If this had happened just about anywhere in Texas it wouldn't even be worth a mention.

I'm walking back to my truck parked near the street in the only parking spaces big enough to contain it. There is a hot blond woman loading her groceries into her mid-sized SUV a few spaces over from me. As I'm getting in, she yells out, "I love big trucks! You can't get too big for me!"

I yelled back, "Me too!"

Truck Man

Yes, I sold the Jeep.

I know it may be a bit of a surprise to my friends who knew my excitement after I bought the Jeep, so to be as brief as possible: I'm over it. Fun, yes, the Jeep was fun. At least in the summer which is relatively short in these parts. But when it's in the teens and twenties outside a layer of canvas kinda leaves you wanting more. The Jeep was also easy to park. But it was very loud, especially at highway speeds, with that rag top, and rough due to that short wheel base. And those plastic windows were getting really hard to see through after just two and a half years. And it really didn't have any get up 'n go. I was tired of being limited to 45 mph on any major road going uphill. There are a lot of hills in the Rockies. But the worst thing about the Jeep was that it can't carry much of anything. I'm sure my next set of visitors will be grateful for not having to squeeze into the back seat of a Wrangler when I take them to Rocky Mountain National Park. Seating room is no longer an issue. And hauling? Forget it! I've had to rent a truck no less than half a dozen times in the last year, and I could certainly have used a truck more often were it not for strapping things all over the top of the Jeep.

My first vehicle, a gift from my parents at the tender age of 16, was in fact a car, but every vehicle I purchased after that was a pickup. Until the Jeep. I always wanted a Jeep, so I don't at all regret it. I'm sure I'd still be longing for one had I not tried it. After months of deliberation I decided I missed a truck enough that it was time to go back. And how! I'm a little further along in my career these days so I decided it was time to get a serious truck. No more Rangers or two-seater Silverados for me. No sir, this time I got a Ford F-350 diesel crew cab 4x4 long bed. It's every cowboy-wannabe's wet dream.

I took it to the horse ranch (the photo above) and within the first ten minutes was asked by two different people in unrelated incidents what my truck's name was. There was plenty of oohing and aahing, tire kicking, hood raising and all the other stuff you might expect from rancher and cowboy types when admiring such a vehicle. Even the horses came over to see what was all the commotion.

Today I took it down the clerk and recorder to get the registration. The woman behind the counter was in her mid 50's, a bit manish, thick glasses. She recognized me and waved me over. We talked for a bit. She actually remembered me from when I transferred the Jeep registration from Texas to Colorado. I told her I traded the Jeep for a new vehicle. I didn't mention what it was. She looked at me with a straight face, head tilted forward, peering over her glasses which were balanced on the tip of her nose. She said, "It's a pick-up truck isn't it."

"Yes," I said.

"It's big isn't it."

"Yes." I think I blushed. "How did you know???"

She burst out laughing, "I knew it! You're not a Jeep man. You're a truck man."

Snow At Last

I was getting worried. It's been such a warm, dry autumn I was beginning to wonder if the snow would ever come. Boulder's record for the latest "first snow" was set on November 22, 2003. That's too close to be breaking the record already. Last year we had several good snowfalls in October, and a really fantastic one on Thanksgiving and again on Christmas. It was perfect. But so far this season has been a bust for snow-lovers.

Until this morning, when I awoke to a steady snow that dusted us with 1.1 inches! I was so excited. I put on my favorite flannels, cooked a nice big breakfast of biscuits, scrambled eggs, bacon, milk, butter and spiced preserves. Over a leisurely breakfast we watched the snow come down, and I was about 2 hours late getting to work. What a perfect way to start a Friday.

Hot Biscuits!

Tonight I nearly perfected my homemade biscuits. The outside is buttery and crisp, the inside soft and fluffy. They are truly outstanding.

How, you ask, did I do this? I stopped using baking powder for something better. Baking powder is only added to baked goods to make them rise. It does this because baking powder contains acid salts that react with the food to create carbon dioxide. I was never comfortable with adding something to my food just to make it rise and which contained no other nutrition whatever. It's like adding artificial food coloring. Really, is it worth the trade off?

So tonight I tried an experiment. I have two quarts of plain raw milk yogurt which I made this week, and the whey it contains is slightly acid. Using the yogurt instead of the baking powder as my acid made a world of difference. It's like a whole new recipe! I'm full from dinner and my mouth is still watering for these things.

Colorado Pizza

I know my blog entries tend to be heavily weighed toward food, but what can I say? For most people throughout almost the entirety of history, life revolved around food. Modern stone age people still living deep in the rainforests of South America still spend a huge amount of time acquiring and preparing food. All the great food cultures of the world evolved from this. We Americans are the first people, probably in all of history, to spend such a tiny proportion of our income on food and spend so little time making a big to-do of it. It's no secret that this plays a huge part in why we're the fattest people ever and yet are suffering malnutrition. I don't want to get into it too much here, but you should check out Animal Vegetable Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. It's about her journey deep into food life and building a culture of food for her family and with her community. She's not a heavy writer and I often find myself chuckling or outright laughing when I read this book. Though it definitely has a serious undercurrent about the enormous tragedy that is the American food system. But enough of that.

Tonight I made Colorado Pizza! I'd never made a pizza purely from scratch until tonight, but boy you'd never know it. And it couldn't be easier! A quick dough from Colorado flour, covered with olive oil (the only non-Colorado ingredient), sauteed onions and peppers, the last of summer's fresh tomatoes, some truly free-range chicken, goat cheese from Haystack Mountain, and dried basil from our garden. Boom! In less than an hour you've got two large, exceptionally fantastic pizzas!

I also churned a fresh batch of butter tonight while the pizza was cooking. It is, by far, my best yet. In fact I don't think it could get any better. My technique is nearly perfected after a year and a half of practice. I got every last drop of buttermilk out of it, and it is the densest, creamiest, most buttery butter ever. I also ended up with a quart of buttermilk leftover which will make an awesome addition to my pancakes in the morning. I can't wait for breakfast!

Ready for Winter

This weekend was the last farmer's market of the season. Actually they're doing another day right before Thanksgiving and again right before Christmas, but the official market is over and only the vendors with crafts, meat and other things that don't require summer weather will be selling. So officially, it's over. I've been stocking up over the last few weeks. Longer if you count all the canning. I think I've got enough to get the two of us through the winter, plus feed the family at Christmas and accommodate any other occasional dinner guests along the way.

This weekend my favorite farm, Jay Hill Farm, sold me a 15 pound Cinderella pumpkin. What a beauty. It yielded at least 8 pies worth of rich pumpkin puree, most of which I froze for later. I put up a couple dozen jars of whole tomatoes, apple butter and pumpkin butter which, I must say, is probably the tastiest confection ever to dance on my taste buds. After stocking those things away along with a few other items, I stepped back for a quick inventory. In the sweets department we have crab apple jelly, peach butter, apple butter and pumpkin butter. In the freezer there are enough peaches, apple slices and pumpkin puree to make a dozen pies. In the realm of tomatoes we have whole tomatoes, pasta sauce, ketchup and salsa. In the pickled category we have dills and pickled hot peppers. I've also got at least a year's worth of honey and popcorn, and enough horseradish to get through to next summer. I've also got a stockpile of onions, potatoes, raw cheese still in the rind and winter squash, plus a freezer full of chickens, elk and bison. I'll have access to fresh eggs, milk and meat all winter long. I think I have enough sugar left to last two years, including next year's canning. (If I wanted Colorado sugar I had to buy it in a 50 pound bag!) And every bit of everything listed above, with the exception of a few spices, was grown in Colorado, most of it near Boulder.

I also made the first pumpkin pie of the season, pictured above, and found time to go to a "Dia de los Muertos Halloween After Party" at a fabulous house in Denver Saturday night. It was perfect. Laid back, casual, catered. Lots of really nice people and great conversation. They even had a Dia de los Muertos shrine set up where people could place photos of their deceased loved ones, make an offering and say a prayer. Other than Gerard I didn't see any hispanic genes in the place.

Now that the "harvest" is in, the garden is slumbering and our Indian Summer is going to be blown away by tomorrow's snow, I'm looking forward to kicking back and enjoying the holidays. Let the parties begin!