Sunday, September 24, 2017

Hay on the move and beer

Agriculture for an honorable and high-minded man,
is the best of all occupations or arts by which men procure a living.
                                            Xenophon



My Hero is hauling hay home this morning. We have more hay than we have had in a couple of years. It will take some time. The rains made the grass grow and grow in this area and if you were lucky, you harvested a bumper crop, between the raindrops.

Our hay is scattered between three farms and it needs to get home before the winter. My thoughts about what is to come, revolve around the amount of rain we have had ever since the little bit of snow melted last spring. If we get as much snow, as we had rain, we are in for a “humdinger.” The hay needs to be close to us and easily accessible.



While My Hero is off gathering round hay bales, loading, and then travelling the roads to get it home. I want to be near a phone, just in case of a flat tire or something else. It is always a good thing to have someone you can call that will come and help. Oh, yes, and bring what you need.

Speaking of bringing what you need, I know the title may throw you off a bit but yes, this post does involve beer. Never should the words “Hay on the move and beer” go together, especially when you are travelling the roads. This post is not about the combination of those two things.



Someone left a beer in our refrigerator. It was from a local farm brewery that grows their own hops, wheat and barley. I admire and like to support any farmer that can find a way to sustain their centuries-old farm and land and to create and fill a need, and supply jobs for locals. I have to admit, that I am not a beer drinker but I do know how to use what friends and family forget in my refrigerator. I have been eyeing that can for a couple of months now.



Beer bread is such an easy thing to make, and with a Google search full of recipes you will find something you like. I chose an oatmeal beer bread. Quick easy and will fill a need. That need being that there is no bread in this house and I have a meal to prepare.



Cabbage is cheap this time of year and honestly, time is short. I love cabbage rolls and since there was no time (remember I had to drop everything if the phone rang?) I chose the Crock Pot variety. Google can help you out with a recipe for that too. Basically, prep, throw in and forget. This is just what I needed.



While I was on it. I found a bunch of forgotten beets in my refrigerator too. I boiled them while the beer bread baked and the cabbage rolls cooked. I decided to make quick pickled beets the kind that could sit and mature in the frig. Like before, a quick Google search found a five-minute pickle brine that poured over top of the prepared beets. Quick and easy, and I look forward to eating them.

Well, with all that done, I sit here and write this post. My Hero just pulled in with another load of round hay bales. I do believe he is going to be hungry when he gets finished.
There are so many farmers that I will have to thank today. From the beer to the beets it all begins on a farm somewhere.



Thank you, to MacKinnon Brothers Brewing Co. and the person who left that beer in my refrigerator. It was truly the start of a beautiful thing.


Later.