First snow...

We worry about its return from late September on even though we'd be better served to keep our minds on the moment. We fear it. We dread it. No, I'm not talking about the election. It's our first snow of the season. And somehow, when it finally arrives whether forecasted or not, it is nothing short of beautiful and it makes the heart leap the way it does when a friend who you haven't seen in weeks suddenly shows up at your door. You can't help but greet this with a smile.

Suddenly, the kitchen is abuzz...

He was raised to love the taste of lamb. Then college boy thought he might want to raise lambs. Alas, the classroom learning coupled with the internship at the sheep ranch in Montana helped him fine-tune his vocational plans. He'd rather cook — lamb among other things — he decided. Next week, college boy begins a 15-month intensive education at Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts. We expect to be eating very well going forward.

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...

Salt Lake City, with its wide streets and full days of learning, is behind me now. I returned to Four Cedars tonight to find the corn across the street has disappeared but the stiff wind that I said goodbye to eleven days ago remains. Ahh, such is life on the plains.

For those of you who follow this blog, I promised to post the video my workshop peers and I made in one afternoon last week. I had hoped to embed it here, but ran into technical difficulties. But, if you have 3-1/2 spare minutes, you can find the video on YouTube by following this link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79nZsGTIFyQ