pizza is pretty good

2011-02-18T17:44:00.001-08:00

Still sick... Thought I was all better, but woke up feeling really bad today. I'm going to get some fresh air and walk to Henry's to get some flour though. Time to make Ian's much- belated Valentine's M&M cookies.

2010-12-22T12:17:00.000-08:00

"Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old" -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Vitamix is in the mix

2010-01-16T13:38:00.000-08:00

I am a man who likes to use a blender, it makes me feel like, well, a man. So when I was reading my daily run of blogs I stumbled upon my girl, Chocolate Covered Katie, and low and behold she is giving away a VITAMIX BLENDER!! Drooool. I hate that I'm even telling you this, but if you want a chance to win this miracle of modern science please click on the link below.

http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/2010/01/16/vitameata-vita-mix-giveaway/

But don't stop there! If this is your first time scratching the cake bowl's surface, which is Chocolate covered Katie's site, dig a little deeper. You will be amazed at the scrum-didli-ocious recipes she has. My personal favorite is

http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/2008/06/20/i-do-not-like-green-eggs-and-ham-i-do-not-like-them-sam-i-am/

With a fist full of spices you can turn this dish into whatever direction your mind can conjure up. I prefer a spicy garlic and cummin feel, but that is because I AM A MAN.

Ian

dingle, tralee and the cliffs of moher

2009-08-29T14:34:00.003-07:00

Ian and I took our first break from farm- life in the form of a trip to County Kerry. Our first stop was a town called Dingle.

From there we had planned on visiting the Blasket Islands but the sea was too rough so we had to postpone. Instead, we took walking tours of the area and took in the nightlife scene, getting to partake in some of the local craic (pronounced crack- it means the sounds of the bar or a good time). We heard traditional jigs and reels at O'Murphy's and then woke up early the next day for a sobering Gallic mass. The intonation of the language was different than we expected from seeing it in writing. Hard and gutteral, which we were told was because it is from Germanic origins.

After mass we caught the bus to Tralee where we stayed in a gorgeous hostel in a converted Georgian home. Each of the rooms were named for famous Irish authors and we were set up in the James Joyce dormitory. The area is famous for the Rose of Tralee, a beauty pageant held annually in August. The lights were up for the ceremony which was to take place the week after our departure.

In Tralee we rented a car, which made us feel very grown up.

Some of the areas we had wanted to see in our mini- break were beyond the domain of Bus Eireann. Ian gave me a quick lesson in driving on the other side of the road before I got behind the wheel. Almost immediately, despite his constant cries of "Hug the right! Hug the right!" I tapped a rubber tube hanging from a truck and came within two inches of hitting the truck itself. Since we had decided not to get the extended insurance I was no longer allowed to drive.

Ian then took us to see the Cliffs of Moher, amazing sea cliffs amidst the backdrop of the Burren.

The cliffs are half on private territory, half a public park. The private land is well- frequented by tourists but doesn't have the safety railings of the park.

Each year the wind blows a tourist or two over the side. The wind was so extreme that when the waves crash against the cliffs the wind pulls the foam up the side, 2,100 feet, and over onto the land. With white foam dispersing everywhere it looks like you are caught in a snowfall.

Myrtleville Seaside Orchard

2009-08-05T13:31:00.000-07:00

We took a short bus from the farmers market to the city of Cork and then lugged all our bags 2 miles to the train station where our second farm's owner, Mark, picked us up. His house was a 25 acre house that was cut up into allotments, which are spaces of farm land that can be rented out to people for a small fee.

This is a trend that is becoming increasingly popular during the recession. The farm use to be run by the mom, but after her passing six years ago the place hadn't been touched. The place was in complete disrepair. When we arrived Mark informed us that we would not be sleeping in the house, but rather in the barn that was renovated into a luxury apartment.

Even Mark was jealous of the living arrangement, he seemed like he would have been happy to switch us for the house. No deal. Work arrangement was lax in comparison to our previous farm. We took to undoing six years of farm neglect. This included fighting through thorn woven brambles and braving thick patches of stinging nettle. During our breaks Katy and I would pick through the sea side orchard and rummage through the gardens for our salads.

A short walk from the farm would bring us to Ireland's most southern coast. Rocks stuck out like razor blades amongst an angry surf, as the mist from the sea kept alive outbreaks of green, orange, and purple algae. On one weekend Katy and I went to a Folk Festival, which consisted of two tents, one where a 10 yr. old girl sold her most prized possessions with a frown and another where a man stood alone with his guitar and an entranced boy.

We decided to walk along the coast from the festival back. This proved to be more time consuming and challenging than we thought. The serrated edged of the coast made for a grueling trek. Along the way we found abandoned buildings, families fishing, huge scraps of metal, and incredible scenery.

We abandoned the coast line for higher ground and ran right into an abandoned church that was overgrown with vegetation and had a graveyard that was littered with statued tombstones.

There was another "woofer" who stayed with us, Natalie from Kaui, a true American hippy. She was made famous with her luxurious armpit hair and seemed to flaunt it in everyones faces. Different folk different stroke. She was an artist whose best friend was Bethany Hamilton, the girl surfer who had her arm bit off by a tiger shark in Hawaii and her Mom was the creator/owner of redline wetsuits. She was infatuated with mermaids and had even toted her harp with her, which she played every morning. She ended her stay by giving Katy some dresses, Katy politely refused due to the immense size of the pit stains.

The orchard also kept two horses and a fat pony named Jack.

Unfortunately the six years of farm neglect fell upon the livestock as well as the landscape. Jack was barely mobile due to the state of her hooves being so overgrown that blood vessels now ran thick where her original hoof size should be.

Mark proved to be an incredible host and nothing more could have been asked. From here Katy and I would have to decide how to spend a week before our next farm.

Here Katy models Wellington's, "Wellies" for short. They're basically Ireland's version of the sandal. They are way off.

One night Katy and I made Guiness porter cake.

Rupert's Farm

2009-07-25T12:17:00.000-07:00

After our stay in Tramore we made our way to County Cork to a small town called Midleton. This is where we were picked up for our first farm and where the Jameson Distillery is.

We quickly learned that despite the modest size of our first organic farm the owners were well known in Ireland. Well, to be more exact Rupert's wife was well known. She is the daughter of Darina Allen, the Martha Stewart of the United Kingdom. She runs the Ballymaloe Cookery Course which is an internationally recognized cooking institution situated on a 100- acre organic farm. It is also connected to the Ballymaloe House, a famous hotel and restaurant owned by her mother- in- law. Darina has several cookbooks sold internationally, a relish that is stocked in every grocery store and restaurant in Ireland and England and has revived the practice of farmer's markets in Ireland. The students are not allowed to take home the food that they make to their dorms so Lydia, our host and farmer, would go and pick up boxes of gourmet food for us to eat. I have never eaten such delicious food before; Indian mussel soup, gooseberry consomme, chocolate mousse and meats and cheeses from the Ballymaloe Cookery animals.

Rupert, the husband on our farm was hostile to us from the first day we arrived. He seemed to enjoy the fact that he had figured out how to get free labor but was annoyed that we were still

there at the end of the work day. One of our projects was laying hardcore and gravel around his house and driveway with small buckets. He and Lydia used their connections at Ballymaloe

Cookery to sell the Cookery school's surplus vegetables as their own. In fact, Rupert's own farm had not grown anything but a few heads of lettuce. They also sold Ballymaloe Jams, Relishes, and Salad Dressings as their own, without the label. Customers at the Farmer's Market would constantly ask us if the products were from Ballymaloe.

The above picture is from the Ballymaloe glasshouse. Tommy the duck eats the slugs rather than using slug pellets or pesticides. They've had some trouble lately with Tommy dipping into the lettuce stock, though.

One major highlight of the farm was that kittens had been born just a short time before we got there. One kitten we grew particularly attached to and brought him into our caravan to sleep at night. The kitten got very attached to Ian and would fall asleep in his lap.

During the weekends we took day trips to other areas. One day we spent at the Distillery, getting the historical tour and a sampling. Another day we went and explored some abandoned places a few miles from the farm and found a graveyard and an old stone estate.

During our two- week stay we grew quite attached to Rupert and Lydia's daughter, Amelia. She is turning two this November and has quite a personality. She calls all volunteers on the farm "people." So, she would call us over to her going "The people, the people!!" She loved to wander to our caravan and the only way we could get her back to her home was to offer a fistful of nutella. You can see the evidence of the bribery on her lips in the picture above.

We left our first farm on a Thursday after working the Farmer's Market in Mahon Point, Cork a second time.

Tramore

2009-07-18T07:24:00.000-07:00

Our last stop before our first farm would land us in the ocean front city of Tramore. We spent our days hiking against the sea cliffs and looking for chances to jump in the water. There were so many spots along the cliffs where you could stop for lunch and be completely by yourself amid unbelievable scenery.

On one hike we found the Guillameine Swimming Cove.

Ouch!! Sorry Katy, but rules are rules. At one point along the cliff we found a diving board that led right into the Atlantic, with a stair case that crawled out of the ocean.

During the week, with overcast skies, we were the only ones around. We wasted no time jumping in and no time jumping out because I didn't know water could get that cold!

On our last night in Tramore we wandered over to the amusement park that was set up on the beach. Here Katy tried to conquer her fear of heights with little success. We packed our things and got ready for our first farm in Ballycotton, and took the first bus the next morning.

Cashel

2009-07-10T14:23:00.001-07:00

Ian and I found out from our first farm that they needed a few extra days before our arrival. With this last minute change we decided to first check out a place north of our farm in Cork, Cashel. From the moment we arrived in Cashel the entire atmosphere of our trip seemed to relax. The hostel was absolutely stunning, a converted factory that was impeccably clean with the most current amenities. We spent two nights in Cashel and in our eight- bed room we had one other roommate, a Seattle native. The very first thing we did was take a nap in our room and relax for a bit. Then, we were ready to start seeing the sites. Across from the hostel was Hore Abbey, an abandoned monastic site from medieval times. The Abbey was open to the public in a large pasture filled with steers. The dog from the hostel, Captain, takes it on as his personal mission to make sure that each tourist arrives at the Abbey safely. So he walked us all the way to the entrance, waited patiently for us to open the door for him, waited on the sidewalk until we were in the Abbey and then walked home.

We wandered through the different rooms and were stunned by little things that have remained through the years such as scorch marks on the inner stones of a decrepit fireplace. After a few photo opportunities we went back and made dinner and called it a night early.

The next day we went up to The Rock, the site of where St. Patrick baptized an old area ruler. The myth of the place is that St. Patrick accidentally stabbed the king's foot several times as he emphasized his points with his sword. The king never spoke up because he thought that perhaps that was the standard procedure for baptisms. The local residents after witnessing this refused to be baptized themselves. At the Rock we were toured through an old graveyard, the choir's quarters, the bishop's quarters, the chapel and more. The most important, though, was St. Patrick's cross which Ian successfully wrapped his arms around, ensuring a future without toothaches.

After The Rock Ian and I took a picnic lunch on a hike on the other side of Cashel. It lead us past even more cow pastures to a slow- moving stream. There was a moss island in the middle and we decided that was the place to have our food. We rolled up our pants and waded across. Everything we were wearing got soaked, including my shoes which I accidentally dropped in.

Right into IRELAND and Straight into Galway

2009-07-10T12:18:00.000-07:00

All the waiting, planning, and budgeting has finally paid off. We are here in Ireland! We arrived in the the country at half 7 (thats irish for 730) and found our way to the bus stop somehow as we were operating on no sleep. We took a quick bus ride to the Ireland's westerly gaelic capital, Galway. We stayed in the Claddagh Hostel where the dorm rooms were more than cramped. I imagine there would be bigger rooms in prison. We spent our day adjusting to the time change and then going out at night to see Galway. Lucky for me the sun doesn't set till 10 pm. So far this place couldn't be any more perfect. We took a quick walk to the fishing village of Claddagh, the birthplace of the Irish engagement ring, the claddagh ring. At the bank we found a small skull and cross bones where it is said that the former mayor of Galway hung his son in the ultimate stance of City before Family, after his son killed the prince of Spain after he made eyes with his wife. We found Galway's best fish n' chips, watched street performers, and then came upon Saint Patricks church in the heart of downtown Galway.

All the heads within the church had been knocked off, due to Cromwells military tirades to

extinguish Catholicism in Ireland.

An example of the claddagh symbol on the left.

Our stay in Galway would only be for one day as we would get on a bus and head south towards our first farm.

-Ian

New York Revisited

2009-06-18T15:32:00.000-07:00

I gave Katy's parents a much needed rest and met up with my extended family in New York.
First, I met up with Cameron and Evan in Penn Station and planned to pull an all-nighter as they had a 7AM flight to catch. I got to see Cameron's office space in Brooklyn an it was incredible. The view transfixed on the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan, and the office was just as amazing. The all-nighter had its humble beginnings with appetizers in Brooklyn from there we spilled into Manhattan, and finally left each other confused on the subway. Them going to the airport, me going to Bethpage.
Falling asleep on the train, getting lost in the rain, I stumbled into Aunt Betty's and slept off the night. I spent the week switching between Uncle Chuck's and Aunt Betty's until Katy came in on the ferry at Port Jefferson on the back stretch of the trip. We would spend the night with my cousins Ryan, Janelle, and Charlie. The next day Uncle Chuck and Rose would drive us all the way back to Katy's house in Connecticut.
A short stint in New York landed Chuck and I in Brooklyn and Queens, we drove through the Polish and Irish ghettos to see the places where my Pops, his brothers, and my grandparents grew up. The detour was littered with stories of NY childhood shananigans and stupidity. I now have all types of dirt on everyone in the family. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.
This is grandma and grandpa's first house together. Uncle Chuck ran out in the middle of the street and got hit by an 18-wheeler. Idiot.
This is where my grandpa lived with his 6 other brothers
My grandma's house when she moved from Ireland and lived with her 5 other sisters, the youngest still lives there

The church where Grandma married Grandpa

The house where Grandma raised my Pops and Chuck before they moved to California.

Behind Chuck lies the very spot in their backyard where my dad and a few friends burried him up to his neck. When will he learn?

the bronx and the zoo (not to be confused with the bronx zoo...)

2009-06-07T15:06:00.000-07:00

Ian and I both went to see a psychic this weekend. I went on Friday and he went early Saturday morning (She
didn't want to work on both of our energies at once...)
It was really interesting. My mother was first introduced to Sandra Noble when she accidentally wound up at a psychic fair. She had gone with her Lyme organization after hearing it was more of a health fair. She liked meeting Sandra and wanted us to do the same. When I went on Friday she told me that I should be working with children and that I would live a simple but happy life. At first I was skeptical of her prophecies but when she asked me if I had any questions I was really blown away. I opened my mouth to ask and she said my exact question verbatim without any previous discussion in that topic area.
When Ian went the next day a sampling of what he heard was that he was on the track to a desk job but would find the most success and happiness in a later job working with water preservation. She also told him that he would eventually build his own environmentally friendly home. Overall, I would say she was able to tell us some things about our futures that reflected out personalities without ever talking to us and getting to know more about us. It was fun and I would definitely pay her another visit if I had a question on my mind.
After Ian's visit we drove with my parents to Arthur Avenue, a section of the Bronx. This area is like a lesser- known Little Italy. We had delicious food at a family- style restaurant and saw some very authentic looking shops. I couldn't go into the pork shop- the head- level hanging meat and general smell were a bit overwhelming.

Myself with the store cat of a coffee accessory shop

Ian with the store cat- who wasn't trying to escape as much as it looks in this picture!One of the many pastry and bread shops

A delicacy we weren't brave enough to try!

On Sunday we went to the Beardsley Zoo. While the San Diego Zoo tops this one on animals and size this Zoo wins on character. The space between exhibits is purposely overgrown and wild looking. Between the foliage and the old stone buildings you feel like you are at some eccentric old man's estate viewing the animals he caught on his adventures. My favorite were the prairie dogs while Ian seemed to get pretty attached to some tiny orange monkeys. We were at the Zoo to honor a Lyme doctor's 80th Birthday- Dr. Jones. He is a pediatric Lyme physician and it doubled as a fundraiser for his legal fees. Ian got the quick guide to all the Lyme- treating doctors in the area, as they were there as guests, as well as the chance to hear multiple families experiences. He was a good sport and even helped me move the speakers around for the event.

My little prairie dogs hanging with their homies

Ian and I at the rainforest section of the zoo

Ian's favorite orange monkeys

- Katy

Mystic Seaport

2009-06-05T19:18:00.000-07:00

A 2 hour drive from Ridgefield landed Katy, Katy's mom (Jennifer), and I in Mystic, CT. Home of the famous Mystic Pizza and a historical seaport. We entered the seaport and were immediately taken back by a huge wooden whaling ship called the J.P. Morgan. This was the oldest wooden whaling boat in the world.

The boat has been dry-docked for a historical restoration project ranging in the millions of dollars. in the mid-nineteenth century this ship was taking on 2-3 year voyages to gather as much blubber for whale oil as possible. 200 years later the smell of that whale oil still overpowers the deck of the ship. We learned that ship hands were forced to crawl around on hand and knee, due to the amount of whale oil that coated the floors, to get around the ship.

Our tour continued further as we traveled past the bustling ship lumber yards, bearded men, and sea birds. We saw exhibits that highlighted the original lifeguards that guarded the shores and would use cannon power to save the ships and their sailors after they had run aground on the surrounding rocks. We saw the history of sea life and how it has modernized throughout time. From tall ships to light houses, from rope making to blacksmiths, from clamming to boat restoration, Mystic had it all.

- Ian

We're Off!!

2009-06-05T18:56:00.000-07:00

The time has flown by, our bags are packed, tickets in hand, and we are ready to start our journey. There was no looking back. The first leg of the trip brings us to Katy's hometown, Ridgefield, CT. Both of Katy's parents, Tim and Jennifer, have given us a warm welcome and have opened their home to us. I had the rare chance to meet Finn when we first arrived as she bolted around the house upon our arrival in a dance deemed "The Torpedo." On our first day Katy and I and Finn toured the main strip in the city and ended at the dog park.

- Ian

Ireland, here we come!!

2009-04-23T21:08:00.001-07:00

So, Ian and I did it... We changed our flights and we are leaving for Ireland early. This will complicate a few things such as visas, travel insurance, etc... but one look at our farming options there and I know we are making the right decision. One month left in San Diego and then we are out of here. Wow.