Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts

Thursday, November 23, 2023

Turkey Day

 


The reason, the rationale: Pie!



Farmer's Market (brand) organic pumpkin with British double cream blended with heavy cream instead of condensed milk. Almost a quiche, but delicious.


Sunday, November 29, 2020

It's A Wrap

It all came together pretty loosely. Considering everyone is hunkering-in-space, the geoproximity worked well enough to prompt me tuh look up (online) some of the folks in the sound-healing community. Next time maybe I'll get to chat with a few.


Peace, Brother


I had a nice two-day run up to Cottonwood where Marie surprised me with a Thanksgiving Feast of turkey, smashed taters with gravy and stuffing, greenbean casserole, celery sticks with kalamata-laden cream cheese lounging in their recesses, some cranberry sauce and a wonderful cranberry dessert!

After off-loading the art supplies we visited for a bit and then I headed south and west....toward warmer climes, we hopes.

splendid repast! Thank you, Rie!

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Ritzler's Pecans & The Nutcracker

Trundling northward just before Thanksgiving I passed through Arrey and Derry, New Mexico; both hamlets with chili and pecan orchards. Visioning a pecan pie, I pulled into a small orchard that appeared to be a family affair. 




Sharon & Ray Ritzler were beginning to harvest their crop of pecans. Below is Ray's 1974 shaker...completely rebuilt except for the paint.




The tree goes between the tines and is delicately shaken. 






The nuts fall to the ground where they are swept out of the way of the shaker's wheels by "whiskers." 




A harvester that is basically a large vacuum cleaner, picks up the nuts and deposits them into a trailer. 

After completing my purchase, I was sent to the Nutcracker to get my nuts cleaned. While there are a lot of jokes around nut cleaning, the operation is, in fact, a hand job.

The nuts are broken and shelled by machine, but the final cleaning is done by hand. Although the women refused to let their faces be photographed, it was evident from the camaraderie that this was a sophisticated operation.