Showing posts with label pasture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasture. Show all posts
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
calf moves into pasture
The neighbor brought a calf to live in our pasture for a while. It does not have a cute pet name or anything. I'm trying to keep my emotional distance so it does not bawl for food every time I go near. The neighbor does everything. I get the pleasure of seeing it and the benefit of keeping the meadow grazed.
Above its head the sour cherries get red and ripe.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Rotten apple new pate de foie gras
Try to keep your lunch down. But on their excursions to the pasture extension, the sheep go straight for the rotten apples.
They don't eat the rot. They eat beside the rot and thus get the ripest part of the apple. The best is right before it goes bad. Don't try to apply that to any metaphysical situations.
If you haven't ordered any pate de foie gras recently, it's goose liver butter in the same way that we use butter in apple butter. The French, who make snails into flights of culinary ecstasy, also make goose liver into a very pricey dip.
I can't remember if I ever had it.
They don't eat the rot. They eat beside the rot and thus get the ripest part of the apple. The best is right before it goes bad. Don't try to apply that to any metaphysical situations.
If you haven't ordered any pate de foie gras recently, it's goose liver butter in the same way that we use butter in apple butter. The French, who make snails into flights of culinary ecstasy, also make goose liver into a very pricey dip.
I can't remember if I ever had it.
Labels:
culinary,
French,
pasture,
rotten apple pate de foie gras,
snails
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