Last night was All Over Albany’s seventh birthday party. And man am I tired. As always, it was a great time. I had some stimulating conversations with interesting people, but none of them were long enough and like always, I hungered for more.
There were some people who I only got a chance to wave at from across a crowded room. Some people I only saw as they were leaving. It’s why after every AOA party, I wish these were quarterly affairs, and not just annual outings.
Anyhow, now I’m tired. And I got this one press release just this week for an event that’s happening tonight. It’s a bit pricey, but still the money goes to support a worthwhile effort. And I’m sure it will be a night of tasty delights.
Here’s what you need to know (unedited except for the addition of some carriage returns).
Spring is the wrong word. I’m still following the advice of Kurt Vonnegut and considering this to be the unlocking. And it’s true. The snow is melting away. All the ice is off the driveway. There’s only a little bit left on a shady corner of our roof and you can spy a small amount more in a short length of the gutter.
There is an upside to below freezing temperatures in late March. It gives you a way to use up the last of your winter storage vegetables in one final, mega pot of soup.
I may not have gotten all the vegetables in the pot, but I came awfully close. And it used up a bunch of odds and ends. Plus I got to use two of the new tools I acquired this winter. Here’s how it went down.
Well, so much for answering questions as they were asked. It’s good to have goals. It’s better to achieve them, but maybe I’ll do better next time around.
This past week has seen an unprecedented amount of traffic to the FLB, and it’s coming from all sides. We’ve got farm advocates, animal rights folks, small government backers, ethical omnivores, and a whole lot more. It’s really amazing to see how this incident has brought together opposing sides of multiple issues towards one common goal.
Of course, it’s a lot easier from the outside. Surely, despite all the support, this has been unimaginably hard on farmer Josh and his family. At least West Wind Acres’ GoFundMe campaign seems to be going well. In the first few days, donations seem to be coming in at a consistent pace of roughly $5k per day, all in small increments.
While Josh sorts this out (his hearing is tonight, if you want to get out and support him in person) things continue to move on at the FLB. There are questions that need answers. And until the legal matter is settled, I’m just going to leave questions about WWA out of this roundup. Fortunately, I have a significant pile of other questions to tackle.
So without any further ado, onto the questions.
It’s not even spring, and there are too many good things. Once the weather gets nicer, and more people start leaving their houses, it’s as if the events tap get opened up and everything happens all at once.
Perhaps the fact that it’s technically spring has something to do with it.
This past weekend sure didn’t feel like spring. But below-freezing temperatures didn’t stop a line from forming at the door of The Low Beat on Sunday of people trying to get into this month’s Rock N Roll Brunch.
By the time the doors opened, the line stretched all the way down to the corner. For brunch. It was remarkable. Clearly chef Josh has struck a nerve with his changing menu, sustainably raised ingredients, and thoughtfully integrated vegetarian and vegan dishes.
Brunch was delicious, but it was a terrible idea.
Well, it’s another week. A lot happened. A lot didn’t get done. Food was consumed. Words were written. Pictures were taken.
I’m spent. Hopefully I can recharge a bit on Saturday, because it all starts up again on Sunday. With any luck I’ll be able to hit the Rock N Roll Brunch, the Jewish Food Festival, and get a visit in to West Wind Acres.
We’ll have to see. And now I have no more words. So I’m going to share some recent pictures. Some versions of these may have made their way onto social media platforms. It’s hard to keep track of it all.
Okay. Here we go.
Did you mark your calendars? Because believe it or not, it’s time for another Rock N Roll Brunch. Actually, this Sunday, March 22, will mark the twelfth time chef Josh Coletto has brought his traveling road show to The Low Beat for a celebration of great local ingredients stripped of all pretense.
That pozole roja that I had last month was incredible. Really, I’d love to have that again. But the triumph and tragedy of these monthly menus is that they are different every single time. There’s always something vegetarian, always a vegan option, and always biscuits with gravy. Everything else is suited to the season.
Josh and I have worked out a little side deal. Every month I’ll remind you all about the event in exchange for one of his favorite recipes from previous month’s menu. The one thing I really wanted to try last month was the breakfast burger made from Kinderhook Farm beef. There was a lot about that burger which made it extra special, and Josh is being very generous by sharing this secret.
He wrote, “I’m not even sure if i should be sharing this recipe because its just too good. However, since its the one year anniversary of brunch…I’ll give up one secret.”
Yesterday was a crazy day. I’m very glad that I ran the story on Josh Rockwood and what’s happening at his farm. Aparently, I am not the only one.
There has never been a post on the blog that was passed around by so many people in such a short period of time. No, it didn’t go viral like that blue and gold dress. But in the context of this little food blog, it certainly felt infectious.
I tried to follow the story as it played out all day, and provide the farm a bit of ground support over social media channels. It turns out there are a lot of angry people on Facebook who would like to do farmer Josh harm. The comments on the TV news stations facebook pages are kind of shocking. Mostly it’s amazing that people would write such threatening statements under their real names. Fortunately, there are also a lot of very supportive people out in the community who have Josh’s back.
The day kind of got away from me. But I have kids. And those kids have to eat. So without any food prepared, I took a deep breath, opened the pantry door, and prepared to pull down a box of “emergency dinner”.
Yep, that would be macaroni and cheese. But even this wasn’t without its drama.