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Not "A Little Bit" of Heaven
This is sort of a NOTS and whatnot post. We'll just have to see where it ends up.
Back when NOTS was the big deal at Flag in 1980?? Julie Beard Gerbode Spickler ran me on it in Palo Alto. I got this at a very reduced rate (free) because we're family. It was terrific stuff. She and Phil had paid hundreds of thou (I assume) for the same stuff, only they had to travel and live in Florida in the heat and humidity soaked summer. So all in all, it was a very good deal. I don't remember much about it, other than it cured my insanity de jour. One thing I remember is running family track. My name is Edward Berwick. My father had the same name. His grandfather, Edward Berwick, Jr. came to Carmel Valley, California, USA in 1860. I've got a grandson with the same name. -- what gives?
anyway... back to my story
consequently I am a farm boy.
I remember as a kid drinking home made red wine under an old wooden water tower with other farmers--not sneaky, just lunch. and chew the fat. It was a moment out of Steinbeck.
Steinbeck, a guy who used to walk out to our house in the (Carmel) Valley, and be so sweaty, my grandma would cringe.
Right now, I'm standing at the kitchen counter relating this to you on a laptop with wifi, drinking sangria, as my fish fries.
This is such a huge present time moment with ownership of my "bloodline" and complete ownership of who I am in that chain.
I've got Moby Grape blaring from my Mac on a JBL sound system, so you know it's me, and not a great grandfather or parent.
Sangria is what Martha Weller taught me how to make back in 1971. sngria means "blood" - basically cheap red (or you can use white) wine with fresh squeezed fruit juice. So delicious on a hot summer day. Today is a nicely warm spring day.
I had been frying my fish with a cast iron pan. I just got off ebay (where one of my kids is an alpha geek) a Revere Ware fish frying pan. It is elongated for fish, stainless steel clad copper with a brass handle. It rocks. I love Revere Ware. I love OLD Revere Ware. The copper transmits the heat efficiently. The stainless doesn't stick and it cleans easily. Martha turned me on to Revere Ware too. Our daughter "stole" a lot of our Revere Ware for her kitchen. Good choice.
The connections just keep flowing.
I just seared some Ahi Tuna that I had covered in black sesame seeds. Raw (rare) inside, delicious hot or cold.
and I did some sole, in butter with pepper. very simple and yet melts in your mouth taste.
I was raised on sardines and fresh fish and fresh vegetables and fruit.
Of course, our youngest child shared all of this with me. He's the one wearing the wet fur coat because we just came from the beach. He really looks pitiful when he's hungry, and he's hungry whenever food is around. Now that the food is gone, he's laying on the door mat soaking up sun rays.
Out in the yard, soaking in the sun are plants, flowers, trees soaking up the water I gave them at 5AM, when I got the morning paper.
You can take the boy off the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy. The family culture is mine, as it was my parents, and their parents, ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWwayDfJtkE
This is sort of a NOTS and whatnot post. We'll just have to see where it ends up.
Back when NOTS was the big deal at Flag in 1980?? Julie Beard Gerbode Spickler ran me on it in Palo Alto. I got this at a very reduced rate (free) because we're family. It was terrific stuff. She and Phil had paid hundreds of thou (I assume) for the same stuff, only they had to travel and live in Florida in the heat and humidity soaked summer. So all in all, it was a very good deal. I don't remember much about it, other than it cured my insanity de jour. One thing I remember is running family track. My name is Edward Berwick. My father had the same name. His grandfather, Edward Berwick, Jr. came to Carmel Valley, California, USA in 1860. I've got a grandson with the same name. -- what gives?
anyway... back to my story
consequently I am a farm boy.
I remember as a kid drinking home made red wine under an old wooden water tower with other farmers--not sneaky, just lunch. and chew the fat. It was a moment out of Steinbeck.
Steinbeck, a guy who used to walk out to our house in the (Carmel) Valley, and be so sweaty, my grandma would cringe.
Right now, I'm standing at the kitchen counter relating this to you on a laptop with wifi, drinking sangria, as my fish fries.
This is such a huge present time moment with ownership of my "bloodline" and complete ownership of who I am in that chain.
I've got Moby Grape blaring from my Mac on a JBL sound system, so you know it's me, and not a great grandfather or parent.
Sangria is what Martha Weller taught me how to make back in 1971. sngria means "blood" - basically cheap red (or you can use white) wine with fresh squeezed fruit juice. So delicious on a hot summer day. Today is a nicely warm spring day.
I had been frying my fish with a cast iron pan. I just got off ebay (where one of my kids is an alpha geek) a Revere Ware fish frying pan. It is elongated for fish, stainless steel clad copper with a brass handle. It rocks. I love Revere Ware. I love OLD Revere Ware. The copper transmits the heat efficiently. The stainless doesn't stick and it cleans easily. Martha turned me on to Revere Ware too. Our daughter "stole" a lot of our Revere Ware for her kitchen. Good choice.
The connections just keep flowing.
I just seared some Ahi Tuna that I had covered in black sesame seeds. Raw (rare) inside, delicious hot or cold.
and I did some sole, in butter with pepper. very simple and yet melts in your mouth taste.
I was raised on sardines and fresh fish and fresh vegetables and fruit.
Of course, our youngest child shared all of this with me. He's the one wearing the wet fur coat because we just came from the beach. He really looks pitiful when he's hungry, and he's hungry whenever food is around. Now that the food is gone, he's laying on the door mat soaking up sun rays.
Out in the yard, soaking in the sun are plants, flowers, trees soaking up the water I gave them at 5AM, when I got the morning paper.
You can take the boy off the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy. The family culture is mine, as it was my parents, and their parents, ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWwayDfJtkE
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