the big storm(s)

The weather channel online referred to the current series of storms as “the big storm”. It has been pretty wild in some places. So far here, a lot of wind, periods of heavy rain, a bit of thunder and lightning, but the clouds have been spectacular and provided for a dramatic sunset Friday evening when the first front had passed.

We took a walk in the calm AFTER the [first] storm…

Walking on the road

Departing Storm

The cloud line in the departing front was lit in soft pastels by the setting sun.

OH Fields

OH Fields

The fields and grass looked 10 times greener after the rain in the early evening light. This part of Ohio is wheat-corn-soybean rotation. The fields that are green now are wheat – planted last fall.

And the grand finale – a fiery sunset…

Sunset

Sunset

Sunset

Goodbye Canada Dry

I was born and raised in northwest Ohio – not too far from where I am currently “parked” in the Winnebago. In this area, the “local” ginger ale is Vernors.

A little history, courtesy of Wikipedia:

In 1862, James Vernor was called off to the American Civil War. According to legend, he left a mixture of ginger, vanilla and spices sitting in an oak cask in a pharmacy he had been working in. After returning from battle four years later, he opened the keg and found the drink inside had been changed by the aging process in the wood. It was like nothing else he had ever tasted, and he purportedly declared it “Deliciously different,” which remains the drink’s motto to this day. Its current slogan is “Barrel Aged, Bold Taste!™”.

Vernors is a golden ginger ale with a pungent flavor, more like a ginger beer. This style was common before Prohibition when the less flavorful pale ginger ale became popular as an alcoholic mixer. While Michiganders who grew up with it tend to like it, many other Americans are suspicious of it, as it doesn’t taste like a “typical” ginger ale.

As I’ve moved around the U.S., there are some areas that carry Vernors and some that don’t. After the advent of the internet and the availability of nearly everything online – for a price, of course, I even had the stuff shipped to me at what worked out to $1 per 12 ounce can. Thankfully, my favorite grocery in Montana now carries Vernors, although only in 6 packs…still better than the shipping scenario!

In Florida, sometimes the grocery had it and sometimes they didn’t. Towards the end, I bought – GASP! – Canada Dry Ginger Ale. Canada Dry is nothing like Vernors but it was as close as I could come. Nearly the first thing I did when I arrived in Ohio was acquire a bit of Vernors…

Vernors

This is only one trip – I made 3 trips…I have as much Vernors as I can find room for in the motorhome.

Vernors

This storage area under the dinette seat is now full to the brim with Vernors…oh, and a bit of wine…

Now, when I brought back the first load of Vernors, I still had about 18 cans of Canada Dry left. Bleah! – still – I MADE myself drink the Canada Dry before I could have my first Vernors.

Canada Dry

The last Canada Dry…

Vernors

First Vernors!!! – in celebratory style…

Although the Vernors is stowed and I had planned to roll west yesterday afternoon, the weather did not cooperate. A storm the Weather Channel called “The Big Storm” was just west of Ohio and although I don’t think it will be as bad here as it was in TX, OK and the middle U.S., it is enough to keep me parked. The current plan is to sit here and work through the weekend and roll on Monday morning.

The downside to this plan is that Jeannine and Rick are stripping wallpaper this weekend. I offered to do the cooking (vs helping with the wallpaper). This offer was met with some skepticism as they know I love to cook. I’m not sure how it will all work out…

This old barn

…this old barn – it sits across the fields from where I sit parked in my motorhome.

Barn

I have no explanation for why it intrigues me except that it provides an interesting foreground to the sky. I have taken MANY photos of it…

Barn

Barn

Barn

On the road side of this property is an old farm house. The first several days I was here and walked past with Karl, I was VERY careful to keep Karl out of “the yard and grounds”. Then, one day, I noticed that the upstairs windows of the farm house were missing. I also noticed how neglected everything looked. I asked Jeannine….it is empty. SO sad as it is a beautiful barn and property.

This old barn – it fascinates me and begs me to keep taking photos of it.

Barn

Barn

Barn

a Country mile

So, just after I posted about how cold it was here in Ohio, we had the most beautiful “spring-like” weekend with temps in the 60’s and sunshine and I was back in shorts!

Overnight, the grass looks a little greener, there are buds on some of the bushes and LOOK!

Daffodil Buds

Daffodil Buds

Daffodils poking their heads up! And the air feels soft with that hint of warm that feels like spring morning.

Too nice to be inside and considering the amount of food and wine consumed – between friends of many years duration (I am not supposed to say “old” friends…) – anyway, we decided long walks were in order. We have been walking around the “block”.

Country

…I’d like to say a country mile – except it is a country “square mile”. Not that exactly either as part of the “block” winds around and would be more like 5 miles so we cut short the 3rd mile leg and walk back along the railroad tracks.

Country

There is something that feels adventurous about walking on the railroad tracks – like we are being a bit “bad” – breaking some rule…

On the road, we walk in the middle as there is very little traffic – not that many houses and the fields are too wet for the farmers to be working so it is mostly just the two of us.

Barn and Tractor

From the Winnebago

My “parking spot” at my friends’ home is in front of the shop-garage that is separate from the main house and garage. On previous trips I’ve been on the grass between the house and shop but the ground is too soft this time. The Winnebago just fits without getting in the way of the garage. Sitting directly North-South and between the buildings – I have the advantage of sunrise and sunset from this spot.

My friends’ home has both a beautiful front porch, an open back deck and screened-in gazebo. The gazebo and back deck look out over the back yard which includes a pond. A woodsy band of trees buffer the yard from the neighboring fields and railroad tracks.

Ohio Front Porch

Ohio Gazebo

Ohio Gazebo

Ohio Gazebo

But my “musing”, “From the Front Porch” writing and posts – since leaving Florida, they have been coming “From the Winnebago”….

morning

The recliner chair with a little side table and warm task light make a cozy spot to be still, to think, to listen, to write. And a bonus is that in the morning I have the sunrise out the east facing window opposite my chair.

morning

morning

Biscuits 101

Ha! – I’m north of the Mason-Dixon Line by a good ways and I made a wonderful batch of biscuits. (see biscuit failure post)

Ok, I did not make them – I particpated…as in watching, photographing and generally playing the student to my college professor friend as she made them. AND…she gave me the recipe… Being extremely confident and pretty much of the mind that there is not much I can’t do, I feel sure that I’ll be able to duplicate this success. It might be a while before I try so I’m posting this recording of the lesson, just to keep my head in the game!

Biscuit baking lesson

Ready for the oven – they are rising already! …yeah, that’s a bottle AND GLASS of wine sitting there by the biscuits. We don’t do much at the house without wine. We pretty much live by the frig magnet that says “I always cook with wine…sometimes I put it in the food”. I say “pretty much” because in the week I’ve been here, NONE of the wine has gone in the food…

Biscuit baking lesson

Tall, lightly browned – gorgeous!!!

Biscuit baking lesson

The humble instructor.

THE RECIPE

2 cups sifted flour

3 t baking powder (measure heavy)
½ t salt
5 T shortening
2/3 cup buttermilk

Sift flour, baking powder and salt together. Cut in shortening, then add milk and work into soft dough. Knead lightly on floured board, roll to ½ inch thick. Cut and place on baking sheet. Bake at 450 for 12 minutes or until light brown.

Somewhere down the road – literally, I’ll report on my own, unsupervised effort…

Oh! – These were delicious. We had them with creamed chicken over top – yum!