Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Just arrived home...
I just got back to Norwich from 2 days in London. I had the best best trip and will write all about it tomorrow, right now I am proper knackered and ready for bed. I think I walked about 15 miles today, we walked around London for 11 straight hours. woof. the dogs are barking tonight.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Aha!!
See what I did there? See how I pretended to think Bread Loaf was spelled Breadloaf (like I wouldn't know that? Yea right!) and got Patty to finally blog? Wasn't that good thinking on my part? Man I'm savvy!!
Hello!
oops! here i am again...ok sorry we have been so silent, but Peter you made it so i have to comment now! Bread Loaf - two words. copy right owned by Middlebury College. Bread Loaf - 2/two words when speaking of Bread Loaf in relation to Middlebury College. always. yes i am my father's daughter even though i didn't go here, i'm pretty sure i've spent more time than all of you combined (except Dad).
and now that i have gotten that off my chest! love, love, love the posts from everyone. i can't wait until we are all in the same room all talking at once and having a live conversation. although with all of your writing i feel like i am with you and i can just hear your voices and laughs. (and cries)
mom, i will not complain this year of having to go to the Christmas eve program with the UUs if i get to see/hear you being a sheeping baaaaing at free will!
i spent Thanksgiving in west yellowstone montana with the team and 3 feet of snow! then it went to 10 below, with wind chill to 20-30 below, and my log cabin lost heat! good times. skiing was unbelievable!!!!!!
Marely waiting to hear from Barnard...cross your fingers. Bo growing upward, his voice going downward. more new pants needed.
miss you all soooooooo much. you all warm my heart with your stories. so proud of all of you!
love you tons and tons.
favorite aunt, sister, daughter. (maybe that will get Lauren to write. ha!)
p.ross, sauce, the boss. speaking of the boss, new album out now! maybe on tour soon?
and now that i have gotten that off my chest! love, love, love the posts from everyone. i can't wait until we are all in the same room all talking at once and having a live conversation. although with all of your writing i feel like i am with you and i can just hear your voices and laughs. (and cries)
mom, i will not complain this year of having to go to the Christmas eve program with the UUs if i get to see/hear you being a sheeping baaaaing at free will!
i spent Thanksgiving in west yellowstone montana with the team and 3 feet of snow! then it went to 10 below, with wind chill to 20-30 below, and my log cabin lost heat! good times. skiing was unbelievable!!!!!!
Marely waiting to hear from Barnard...cross your fingers. Bo growing upward, his voice going downward. more new pants needed.
miss you all soooooooo much. you all warm my heart with your stories. so proud of all of you!
love you tons and tons.
favorite aunt, sister, daughter. (maybe that will get Lauren to write. ha!)
p.ross, sauce, the boss. speaking of the boss, new album out now! maybe on tour soon?
The Great White Hunter
So Saturday morning I got to go pheasant hunting. It is so much fun. Maybe not for the pheasant but that's a moral discussion we can have later if need be.
Elias Sater (one of my cooks) and I headed to Pleasant Hill Farm in Shoreham around 8:00 AM. The farm is a pheasant farm that raises birds for sale to restaurants and stores but also has hunts. You order a number of birds (we ordered 8) that are released into the fields early in the morning. After a quick lesson in safety and how the hunt was to work we headed out. Boy do I look good in blaze orange! You go out with a handler who leads the hunt,directing you and handling a dog. We were working with a yellow lab named Charlie who was on his first solo hunt. It was incredible watching Charlie work. Glenn (our handler and owner of the farm) would station Elias on one side of a swath of cover and me on the other. Cover could be a row of corn or grass or hay. He and Charlie would walk down the middle and Charlie would be released to run and boy did he like to run. Up the middle, turn and back, across and back up until he got the scent of a bird that was hunkered down in the cover. Once he got on scent we would close in and wait for him to flush the bird. Once the bird took off and got high enough (so we wouldn't shoot each other) we could aim and fire. My big problem was the aiming part. I did manage to get one bird, Elias got 7.
After about 2 hours Charlie started to get a little tired so Glenn radioed to the house and told his wife to release Stu. Stu is an English setter that came out of the house, looked around and once he heard Glenn's whistle shot our way. Charlie the retriever works as a flushing dog, meaning he works until he finds a bird and goes right in and flushes the bird to flight. Stu the setter works by pointing. Setters also work a much wider area so we would let Stu run until he found a bird, at which point he would freeze and point. We would move in, Glenn would release Charlie from his sit to flush the bird and kaboom!
We got back to the Inn around 1:00 PM, did a little work and then prepared a great staff meal featuring Breast of Pheasant with a Pomegranate Barbeque Sauce! Oh so good.
Speaking of tacky sweaters, we hosted a tour group of women from Albany for dinner and caroling last night. I'm sorry but sweaters with pictures are just wrong. And snowflakes count as pictures. Anyway they had fun. Maybe not the sweaters, but that's a moral discussion we can have later...
Love you all. Peace. Peter
Elias Sater (one of my cooks) and I headed to Pleasant Hill Farm in Shoreham around 8:00 AM. The farm is a pheasant farm that raises birds for sale to restaurants and stores but also has hunts. You order a number of birds (we ordered 8) that are released into the fields early in the morning. After a quick lesson in safety and how the hunt was to work we headed out. Boy do I look good in blaze orange! You go out with a handler who leads the hunt,directing you and handling a dog. We were working with a yellow lab named Charlie who was on his first solo hunt. It was incredible watching Charlie work. Glenn (our handler and owner of the farm) would station Elias on one side of a swath of cover and me on the other. Cover could be a row of corn or grass or hay. He and Charlie would walk down the middle and Charlie would be released to run and boy did he like to run. Up the middle, turn and back, across and back up until he got the scent of a bird that was hunkered down in the cover. Once he got on scent we would close in and wait for him to flush the bird. Once the bird took off and got high enough (so we wouldn't shoot each other) we could aim and fire. My big problem was the aiming part. I did manage to get one bird, Elias got 7.
After about 2 hours Charlie started to get a little tired so Glenn radioed to the house and told his wife to release Stu. Stu is an English setter that came out of the house, looked around and once he heard Glenn's whistle shot our way. Charlie the retriever works as a flushing dog, meaning he works until he finds a bird and goes right in and flushes the bird to flight. Stu the setter works by pointing. Setters also work a much wider area so we would let Stu run until he found a bird, at which point he would freeze and point. We would move in, Glenn would release Charlie from his sit to flush the bird and kaboom!
We got back to the Inn around 1:00 PM, did a little work and then prepared a great staff meal featuring Breast of Pheasant with a Pomegranate Barbeque Sauce! Oh so good.
Speaking of tacky sweaters, we hosted a tour group of women from Albany for dinner and caroling last night. I'm sorry but sweaters with pictures are just wrong. And snowflakes count as pictures. Anyway they had fun. Maybe not the sweaters, but that's a moral discussion we can have later...
Love you all. Peace. Peter
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I must apologize for not posting very often, but I am o so busy with this whole college thing.
Speaking of which, I am smack-dab in the middle of writing a final paper, and once that's done, I have three other finals to study for. I'm getting a little stressed, but everyone else seems to be a lot more worried and studying harder, so I reckon I'll be fine. Either way, in only 6 days I will be done with my first college exam week!
I've been reading snow reports at various mountains in Vermont every day, and am definitely treating myself to a day on the slopes as soon as I've finished Professor Wunnava's exam. (Love the man, hate the teacher).
It has been snowing all day here, and Middlebury looks quite lovely with a layer of white covering it. Cailin and Grady, I think you're both going to realize how much you missed this place once you get back.
Last night, Patrick's cousin (a senior) was hosting a tacky Christmas sweater party and invited us. We made a quick run to Kinney's, the Dollar Store (or is it Pound Town?), and T.J. Maxx and got some really nice outfits picked out. I wish I had pictures, but I was wearing a woman's green cardigan with Christmas bells and candy canes on it, with a blinking wreath pin, a striped scarf, and a hat with antlers that said "I'm on Santa's Sleigh Team".
Patrick's sweater had cats making a snowman on it, adorned with the slogan "Meowy Christmas" and a Santa hat that flashed lights.
Needless to say, we looked stunning, unfortunately, when we got there, it turned out we were basically the only two who got into the spirit. So there we were, dancing in women's sweaters getting a lot of odd looks (and the occasional compliment). But there were lots of lights and Christmas music and it really made me get in the mood. I can't wait until everyone is home and we can all get together and celebrate properly.
I should probably stop putting off this paper. I'm writing about the differences in Mark Antony's character in "Julius Caesar" and in "Antony and Cleopatra". Big yawn...
See you all very soon, I can't wait!
Speaking of which, I am smack-dab in the middle of writing a final paper, and once that's done, I have three other finals to study for. I'm getting a little stressed, but everyone else seems to be a lot more worried and studying harder, so I reckon I'll be fine. Either way, in only 6 days I will be done with my first college exam week!
I've been reading snow reports at various mountains in Vermont every day, and am definitely treating myself to a day on the slopes as soon as I've finished Professor Wunnava's exam. (Love the man, hate the teacher).
It has been snowing all day here, and Middlebury looks quite lovely with a layer of white covering it. Cailin and Grady, I think you're both going to realize how much you missed this place once you get back.
Last night, Patrick's cousin (a senior) was hosting a tacky Christmas sweater party and invited us. We made a quick run to Kinney's, the Dollar Store (or is it Pound Town?), and T.J. Maxx and got some really nice outfits picked out. I wish I had pictures, but I was wearing a woman's green cardigan with Christmas bells and candy canes on it, with a blinking wreath pin, a striped scarf, and a hat with antlers that said "I'm on Santa's Sleigh Team".
Patrick's sweater had cats making a snowman on it, adorned with the slogan "Meowy Christmas" and a Santa hat that flashed lights.
Needless to say, we looked stunning, unfortunately, when we got there, it turned out we were basically the only two who got into the spirit. So there we were, dancing in women's sweaters getting a lot of odd looks (and the occasional compliment). But there were lots of lights and Christmas music and it really made me get in the mood. I can't wait until everyone is home and we can all get together and celebrate properly.
I should probably stop putting off this paper. I'm writing about the differences in Mark Antony's character in "Julius Caesar" and in "Antony and Cleopatra". Big yawn...
See you all very soon, I can't wait!
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