Archive for January, 2015

The Pecan Harvest

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 20, 2015 by drycreekherbs

I never know what is going to put me into overdrive. The past two weeks it has been all about the pecans. I took the golf cart down to the dry creek. Diego would run berserk around the pasture…flushing out birds. He is absolutely gifted in sniffing out pecans. He is sort of like a truffle hog. He finds the pecans buried deep in the grass then eats them. Nina and I went on a field trip to Copperas

IMG_2097.jpgCove, to the P&R Pecan Crackers. I took two boxes (50 pounds as predicted accurately by Max). They had a cool operation in their Mom and Pop garage IMG_2098.jpg industry. They cracked them then put them through a shaker for about a 75% shelling. The rest I did. Yes, I do love to pick up pecans. I am, however, not crazy about shelling. It is a smart move to drive to San Saba or Temple to just buy about 10 pounds. As I anticipated, my pecans are natives and because of inconsistent moisture they are not so meaty…but they are tastier than the hybrids according to Pete of the P&R Co. Although I have all the accouterments to tease out the pieces from the stubborn shells, I am forgoing that satisfaction and tossing it all down at the dry creek for the squirrels. Total yield: 12 pounds

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Restaurant Deportment

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 10, 2015 by drycreekherbs

So last week Len and I went early to the Roaring Fork Restaurant in South Austin…our favorite…we have a frequent dining card with about $400.00 of credit built up. Anyway, we got there early because that is what you do when you are married to Len…no standing in line for us. We were one of three couples there at 11:00 am. The young concierge asked our table preferences. With a smile on my face, I waved my hand and said, “Anywhere is just fine with us.” So she led us to a scenic window table. I said, “Oh not today, it is too cold to be by a window.” She led us to a table. I said, I hope this isn’t under a vent or speaker. I am hard of hearing and chill easily.” She relocated us to the booth I wanted all along. We gave our drink orders and while waiting realized it really was COLD in that booth. So we looked around and saw sun streaming on the booth at the end of the room. We moved our flatware and drinks and basked in the sunshine. AND THEN a young couple showed up with a wiry 2 year-old. Out of the entire, virtually empty dining room, the waiter placed them right next to us. I guess he had the last laugh. At least he didn’t spit in my huckleberry margarita. Or, if he did I didn’t know it. That and Len tips very generously.

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