When Carl first wrote about muesli around these parts almost exactly two years ago, I frankly wasn’t particularly eager to make some myself.
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Every time I’m in San Francisco, I make a point of stopping by the Ferry Building farmers’ market, and I usually end up bringing something back. But this was the first time that, months after a visit, I actually requested that Joyce pick something up for me and mail it. (Thanks, Joyce!)
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These last few months work has kept us both busy, often late into the evening. We like to make and eat dinner together, though, which means that we don’t usually sit down at the table until 9 or 10pm. But we’ve gotten better at meal planning and coordinating and relying less on delivery and takeout and prepared items.
Sometimes that means having sauteed mustard and turnip greens with a fried egg and duck liver pâté on toast.
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The first time I tried to make red wine vinegar, I used the very large (2 gallon, I think) crock you see in the background, and the exposed surface area was just too great: most of the alcohol evaporated before the mother could really get going, and instead of fermentation, I had a seriously bad case of mold. My only recourse was to throw the whole thing out. I kept the crock, obviously.
Continue reading ‘A second time’