In an effort to wean us further off the electric grid, we are using the grinder on the left.
My wife and I went shopping in Fresno Saturday and stopped at the Fresno Ag store on Gettysburg and First to purchase Rustoleum paint for our wrought iron fence repainting project.
As I am waiting for the sales associate to get another gallon of paint, my wife went "wanderin' off" just to browse around the store.
After obtaining the two gallons of paint for our project, I went looking to locate her. I must have spent at least 10 minutes looking for her going up and down and up and down the aisles.
I looked in the fishing section...not there. But hey! Nice rods!
Did I ever mention I loved fishing?
I know I have...
I went down one aisle and came upon an entire aisle of Lodge cast iron cookware! Griddles, dutch ovens, frying pans. You name it, Fresno Ag had it! Yeah! It is so much better cooking with cast iron instead of using stainless steel or the non-stick material.
Where is my wife when I need her to see this?
I finally spotted her with something in her hands. It was the coffee grinder pictured. It was something we have both been searching for in the stores and on the Internet. But there it was in her hands.
I took her to the cast iron aisle and her eyes lit up. Little pricey, but we just looked at their selections and agreed that this would be the place to purchase our cast iron cookware.
After stopping at Herb Bauer sporting goods, we head home
We go to the kitchen, bring down the bag of coffee beans, pour it in the top of the grinder.
We christened it by grinding a couple of coffee beans. After some adjustments (it was making the very fine espresso grounds), we were on our way to grinding coffee the old-fashioned way.
The grinding process itself is enough to wake anyone up in the morning without taking that first sip. I am reminded of the movie "Dances with Wolves" when Kevin Costner was grinding coffee at the fort to impress his Native American neighbors.
On Sunday morning, we made our first brew with the grounds.
Call it a mental thing, but that coffee sure did taste good in the brisk Sunday morning air as the sun rose.
Steam rising from the cup...
The aroma of fresh ground coffee...
That very first sip...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
This is the daily grind we can live with...
Too bad we can't grow our own coffee!
Yeah, we love it up here.
Then there were the seven turkeys in our backyard down in the ravine after downing that good coffee.
I thought to replenish the bird feeders. As I was standing up on a rock to take down one of the feeders, I noticed a gray fox lurking in the brush. Scanning to my right, I noticed the turkeys near the burn pile.
I alert my wife with the bow and arrow signal.
My wife and I have our bow and arrows at the ready...
Unleash hell.
Then there were five...
Guess the other two will miraculously appear around Thanksgiving.
Fresh ground coffee and fresh wild turkey...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Living off the grid...
Gotta love it.
