Sunday, June 28, 2009

The last wonderful weekend of a wonderful June

The weather was great the whole month long.  We went hiking and I only hurt myself a little. The chickens got officially big.  We did fun stuff like seeing Wilco.  Janette found out how fast Ryan’s new WRX is.  We went to movies, some of them pretty dumb, a couple of them pretty good. And Janette got the new iPhone 3Gs, which has provided hours of entertainment this weekend.  (I’m getting one next month—I gotta have it!)

And we finished it off with Ryan, Angel, Joshua and Roxanne, and Chris coming over for dinner. The menu and the recipes are posted to our cookblog (check it out, the recipes there are wonderfully simple to make).  Chris brought down his new ‘75 El Camino SS 454 (it’s a monster!). 

And the USA soccer team came that close to winning the Confederations Cup, but got thoroughly outclassed by Brazil in the second half. Did you watch it, Taylor? Oh, well, we enjoy watching FIFA matches, and now have the World Cup to look forward to next year.

Here comes July!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Things Janette learned this weekend, according to Paul

  1. Wilco is the best rock & roll band in the world. We went to see them Friday, and had a spot ten feet from center stage. They are the most fun, most talented and rockin'est band around. They were already favorites of ours, but the show confirmed their greatness.
  2. The Subaru WRX is a FAST car. Janette drove Ryan's new WRX when we went to pick up Vietnamese food for dinner. She put the pedal to the floor and let it run up toward the redline, and got a look on her face I'd never seen before: half exhilarated, half scared, and totally surprised. I thought she was going to say a bad word or two (which she never does). What she finally said after she let off the pedal at probably 60 mph was "Holy COW!"
  3. You can still laugh at an extremely stupid movie. We saw Year One. We definitely do NOT recommend it, but we have to admit we laughed plenty. A lot of good comedic acting in the middle of a terrible, ill-conceived movie.

Best Game of Sorry Ever


Roxanne and Joshua spent the day with us last Friday and we decided to play a game of Sorry. Things were going along the way they normally do – Roxanne and I teamed up against Paul; Paul pouted because he’s soooo competitive; Joshua got stuck in Start for a gazillion turns.

Then it got really good. We all had three of our pieces in home and were fighting to get the last one in. Finally, we had a winner! Congratulations, Roxanne!!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Cookblog release party! and Chickens on the loose!

Ok, it’s slightly less exciting on both counts, but a flashy headline draws you in, doesn’t it?

First, the news: We’re opening the door on the Cookblog. (http://landm-cookblog.blogspot.com/) There’s around 50 recipes in there now, including some provided by Nat & Shannon and Angel. We’ll be posting some other requested recipes soon, for example, the best quiche recipe in the world, with three variations (one of which was requested by Shannon), and the grilled clams that made a seafood lover out of Elizabeth.

Our focus is on recipes that we’ve prepared for you at meals at our house, visits to Idaho, etc. In fact, the genesis of the idea was from a visit to Idaho a few years back, when I think Lauren and my mom and Shannon were talking about compiling family recipes into a family cookbook. Janette and I have always intended to keep good records of what we make when we prepare special meals for quests (and that never got too far, either).

At any rate, I think the on-line blog format is the perfect way to accomplish both ends. And our goal is for it to be useable and useful. While our library of cookbooks will still be a treasured resource for new ideas and for recipes we’ve never made, it will probably (hopefully) eliminate the disorganized stack of pages torn from magazines or printed from epicurious.com. It might also be easier to click back and forth between recipes in the cookblog (or have them open in different windows simultaneously) than to have a few cookbooks strewn across the counter.

Second, the chicken update: The chickens are officially teenagers. They eat whatever they want (not leaving anything behind for anyone else) and they might run off when you aren’t watching. What do they like to eat? Marigolds. Gazania. Pepper plants (just the leaves, not the peppers). They eat them all. Somehow the pepper plants survived and are growing back their leaves (don’t tell the chickens). The marigolds and gazania are struggling a little more.

Where do they run off to? Well, Saturday morning I got up early (before 7) and went outside to check on the chickens. Eerie quiet. They’re nowhere to be found. I walked down the long, empty path along the side of the house to the gate. We’ve never seen them exploring down there, because there’s absolutely nothing of interest for them, but there are indications (i.e., chicken poop) that they may have gone that way. But there are no chickens out front, no chickens down the street. Heading back inside through the front door, I hear some quiet cheeps in the corner of the courtyard. They were hiding in the corner behind a bush. Recognizing that it’s me, they come out and resume scratching. This first video is them in the courtyard.

Clever chickens. They hopped over the obstacles we’d put at the bottom of the gate to the backyard and escaped. Fortunately, they wandered back into the enclosed courtyard rather than down the street (or hanging out in the front yard). I watched them in the courtyard for awhile, figuring that no matter what route we take herding them back to the backyard was not going to take more than one cowboy, er, chickenboy. Janette got up after not too long, and we decided the shortest route to the backyard was through the house. Halfway through, I figured I should record it for posterity. Of course, it’s hard to be a filmmaker and chicken herder at the same time… The clip is in the Chicken Report at the top left of the page.

At any rate, there’s now “poultry fencing” on the gate between the front yard and back yard, so there shall be no further chicken adventuring.

But, as they get more adventuresome, they’re also getting friendlier. They seem to like Janette better than me, they’ll come running to see her (not so much me). But they’ll eat from any hand that’s got food. And that’s our week six chicken update: eating out of our hands.

One more note: I’m excited about the red-hot poker (Kniphofia uvaria) that’s sent up it’s blooms last week and is at peak right now. Ours are “Lola”, which are supposed to be the biggest variety. We have three plants out back and two in front. The three out back, in the rich soil of one of the planting beds, are doing great. The leaves are almost three feet high. Two of those three plants sent up their blooms (two each). The ones in the front landscape seem healthy enough, but their leaves are only 18 inches high, and no blooms this year. Of course, I was expecting these plants to take a couple years to establish themselves before blooming, so this is a treat. I wish we had more, but I bought these from a greenhouse that’s gone out of business, and I’ve never seen them in any other nurseries…

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Alright, I get it, I'm not Brett Favre...!

So I went back to work today on crutches and enjoyed an entire day of the men in my office (right up to the General Manager, by the way) telling me I was no longer a young man.  True enough, and the thought had, indeed, crossed my mind independently...  

But alright already! I'm grudgingly willing to acknowledge that just because Brett Favre is older than me doesn't mean I'm young ( ... and it's true, he's been my hero for exactly that reason).  

On the other hand, my foot is healing fast enough that my armpits hurt more from the crutches than my foot hurts from its injury.  

You know what?... nevermind! Put me in, Coach, I'm ready to play!

Monday, June 8, 2009

An almost perfect day of hiking…

The weather we’ve had has been unprecedented for June in Las Vegas.  Sunshine, a few high scattered clouds.  As perfect as it gets.  Unbelievable!  Reasonable!  Not hot!  It’s rare for there to be days this good in April.

So Sunday morning we went hiking at Red Rock in the 71° not-heat. We did the Icebox Canyon trail.

It was a great hike. The cholla cactus were blooming, the redbuds have their leaves, there were butterflies flying, songbirds singing, and some kind of thrush or swift, uh, thrushing and swifting.  There were a few native penstemons with a few blooms—scarlet bugler (Penstemon centranthifolius), I’m guessing—but most of them had ripe, dry seeds, which we collected for our garden.

So then the “almost perfect” limitation, the asterisk on the day, comes in. The photo in the center is me on a rock Janette wanted me to climb.  I climbed it, and then jumped back down on the backside, a drop of four feet of so.  I didn’t look like that much… At any rate, I found out that either (a) it was too far, or (b) I’m now too old.  I came down a little funny, a little painfully. It seemed ok, and I hiked the two miles back out with only minor trouble.  It only hurt if I stepped on it a certain way.

Long story short, after the hike was over and I had a couple sedentary hours it began to throb, and I could no longer put any weight on it at all. The x-rays didn’t show anything broken. Just a bad sprain.  I’m guessing I didn’t break any of those little pebbles that made up our footbones, I just scrambled them up pretty good.  So now my armpits hurt from the crutches, and I'm sitting in the recliner with my foot on a stack of pillows.

I wish I could remember if this was the same foot I broke while skateboarding as a kid and then, two or three weeks later at camp, cut the cast off well before my “sentence” was up and the day after ran on it through the woods at a full sprint, being chased by a bear (or, ok… running in fear after having seen a bear that never really gave chase) … ? Nah…

It was a beautiful day for a hike.