Smoke Gets In Your Eyes…
So last night we were kicking it on the deck with some out-of-town friends watching flames from the Yuba fire (we spent a LOT of time kicking it on the deck watching flames this weekend with temporal-specific drinks – coffee in the morning, beer in the afternoon, gin & tonics in the evening, wine with dinner. It was sooo tres Chekovian.).
As the bombers packed it up for the day – it was total Tora! Tora! Tora! action yesterday afternoon – it unfolded:
Out neighbor walked up the hill to deliver a couple of her chickens. She hung out for drinks and flames.
Another neighbor that’d evacuated the night before strolled up. More drinks for all.
Neighbor 1 is cooking a roast, so she goes down to bring it up.
I roast up a chicken on the barbeque – modified beer-butt recipe.
We make an apple crisp.
Neighbor also brings up beans from her garden. We cook beans.
Out-of-town guests make a Mother Truckers run for the essentials – beer and ice cream.
We set a nice table, ate, watched the fire line, and rooted for the firefighters and clement winds.
LOCAL FOOD CHECKLIST:
Next door chickens (Soleil Farms)
Green beans from next door.
Local beef – at least likely local.
Local beers – Sierra Nevada Torpedos (our friends are from Chico), and Mammoth microbrews.
Local wine.
Apples that we picked in Sebastopol (with a North San Juan farmer) and local grains for the crisp.
Ice Cream from god-knows-where purchased at a locally owned, independent market.
Note glowing hillside upper-left
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