No use crying over spilled milk, but what about over spilled beer?

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Last Saturday was all set up to be an ultimate man day of sorts.  I had a plan to knock off a list of guy things all day long while enjoying the 85 degree weather.  The day was going to start bright and early at 5:30 by firing up the smoker so a brisket could get nice and tender by dinner time.  After the meat was taking in some second hand smoke I was going to brew a batch of Hoppily Ever After Hefeweizen so I could finish up before hitting the links for a couple hours.  After trying to do my best Bubba Watson on the 2nd playoff hole of the Master’s impression from the woods on almost every hole, my plan was to come home and enjoy the smoky goodness of brisket burnt ends, Alton Browns barbecue beans, and a beer or two on the patio with my wife and friends.  All in all it was looking to be a great day to kick off an early summer.

Things started off great with my alarm going off at 5:15 with the sun already coming up and birds chirping.  I got the charcoal going, brewed a french press of Spring Dog Roasters FTO Sumatra and waited for my mash water to heat up while throwing the tennis ball for the Spring Dog.  Soon the brisket was on, the beer was mashing, and Ellie and I did some work in the garden.  By 9:00, Eric stopped by for coffee before work and we got the beer boiling and beans on the smoker.  My day couldn’t have been much smoother up to this point, all my temperatures and gravity numbers were spot on and I was going to be done and cleaned up by noon so I could maybe even build the coffee table I promised Alyssa months ago.  Eric left for work and I chilled down the beer while I made up barbecue sauce for later.  The last two steps before cleanup involved setting the beer on a higher spot to whirlpool and let the the hop waste settle out and then transfer into the fermentation bucket.  I set up a high patio chair to put the kettle full of chilled beer on and gave it a good stir.  While the trub settled out I took advantage of the waiting time and took a shower.  The most labor intensive part of my day was done and it would be smooth sailing from there.  Golf, barbecue, and in two weeks, tasty German wheat beer.  After showering I ran downstairs to get the last equipment I needed to transfer the beer and as I was walking up the stairs I heard a big crash.  I instantly knew what it was.  While letting a choice word or two fly Ellie and I ran outside only to see this…

I have absolutely no idea what happened.  The kettle had been sitting on that chair for at least 30 minutes with no issues and then right before I was going to start transferring, it’s on the ground.  Four hours of work and all that beer down the drain.  Even though the rest of the day was great and the brisket turned out well, my ultimate man day was tainted by 5 gallons of spilled beer.

A Bean Boot couple of days

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I am back. Both to the blog and to civilization. This weekend I went to one of the more remote places left in the lower 48 states: Porcupine Mountains State Park on the shores of Lake Superior. This is one of two annual trips up there with my dad, sometimes my brother, and our friends. The winter trip is a guys only affair, but women and girls can come in the summer, though most of the candidates opt out. Both trips involve relaxation and good times off the grid. Neither are true backpacking adventures since we rent rustic cabins, but it’s about as much roughing it we get for the year.  We spend a few days with no electricity or running water, just hanging out and having a good time.  I was looking forward to seeing lots of snow and being able to use the snowshoes I got for Christmas, but even up there the snow was pathetic and I was faced with trekking it through the woods in my Bean Boots.  Leon Leonwood Bean was a genius for coming up with these boots.  They are American icons and are the favored footwear in my closet anytime it is damp in winter, spring, or fall.  I know some people even wear them with shorts in the summer, though I am not that adventurous.  I received numerous comments on how goofy they supposedly look this weekend, but I know my feet were dry and comfortable in any condition they faced.  Even with the lack of snow, it was as always, a great feeling unplugging from my phone, email, Facebook, and yes, this blog.  It would be downright impossible for many people,but I think that everyone should take a chance to escape from technology for at least one day a year.  It lets your mind slow down for a bit, because pretty much anything you want to get done has to wait until you get a connection back to the 21st century.

After my escape from modern conveniences, I came back to find that Alyssa was roughing it here as well.  With the cold weather last week, the water line in our basement froze sometime Friday between when I left and she got back.  Lucky for us, the pipe didn’t burst, but Alyssa was without water for a couple of days.  She managed to survive though by spending a lot of time at her parents.  Her dad got the water going right before I got home so I didn’t have to put my handyman skills to the test.  Needless to say, her and Ellie were excited for me to come home.  Alyssa will probably agree when I say I think Ellie was more excited to see me though.  She is still not used to being home with Alyssa when I am gone.

After all my complaining about a lack of snow, things sure did change today.  We got hit with quite a bit of snow this morning and Alyssa took the day off to keep from having to drive in the ice that came first.  My Bean Boots got a workout again today keeping me dry as I went to work and also shoveling the driveway tonight.  After finally getting snow, Alyssa, Spring Dog, and I got to use our snowshoes this evening.  Ellie loved the snow and wore herself right out.  She is curled on on the couch next to me sound asleep as I type this.

Check out this great article about Bean Boots and their growing status as a Made in America Icon.

Play Hard, Crash Harder

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It’s been a long time since I posted last and again I have no excuse for why.  After the last post I decided to wait until my DSLR is fixed to finish the house tour rather than post crappy pictures from my point and shoot.  Our Christmas and New Year were very busy this year.  Even though we had the same number of get togethers as the past few years, it seemed like we were pulled in a million different directions.  We survived the craziness and are looking forward to 2012.  Looking ahead to our first full year as a married couple and living in our house we are excited to share with you the projects, hobbies, and recipes that we come across.  We will try to post as much as possible and make our writing more interesting as the year progresses.

The first weekend of 2012 for us was a chance to breathe in a sense.  With the hustle and bustle of parties and shopping in our rear-view mirror we had a chance to unwind, undecorate, and spend time with the pooch.  One of the Christmas gifts we were most excited about was the snowshoes we got from my parents.  We were looking forward to taking Spring Dog out to Fumee Lake to run wild in the snow but mother nature hasn’t cooperated.  Instead of a typical UP winter with snow coming in 6, 8, or 12 inch dumpings we have gotten an inch or two at a time followed by warm weather.  This week was no exception and even though I wished it were snowing I decided to take Ellie out Friday afternoon to enjoy the sunshine.  I planned on a walk around town to wear her out so I could get some stuff done around the house.  My chores would have to wait after the walk because this is what she looked like when we got done.

I spent almost an hour wiping her off, covering furniture, and keeping her entertained until she dried off.  Magically, she came clean after drying all the way and she didn’t need a bath.

Saturday, Alyssa and I got sick of waiting for snow and decided to go to Fumee without snowshoes.  We took the pup for a long, long hike so she wouldn’t be too rambunctious when we put her in her crate while we went to dinner at my parents.  Here are a couple of pictures from the walk.

All this walking wasn’t enough to wear her out yet.  She wanted to play with her tennis ball even after an hour and a half in the snow. How can you resist when she looks at you like this?

FINALLY after lots of chasing the ball Spring Dog was finally ready to crash.

And by that time, I was ready to join her.

Year in Review: Nest Tour, Part Two

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Next year I want someone to remind me to do my year in review starting in November.  Ideally, the day after Thanksgiving, before all the shopping ,parties, and gift making starts to get into full swing.  I had every intention of posting three days last week for the house tour and then one or two this week on our wedding.  That’s when I got run over by Christmas.  With all the baking, wrapping, and eating I was doing, Spring Dog This! got the short end of the stick.  So I will try to write again tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday.  We can start the New Year with a final year in review post right?  You can’t see where you are going without knowing where you have been.

I want to apologize right off the top for the picture quality.  My good camera is broken and you can see how much I miss it in low light conditions.  My cheap point and shoot just doesn’t cut it even on a tripod.  Let’s continue on our nest tour, our next stop will be the kitchen.  This was the room in the house that probably grabbed our attention the most when we first saw the house.  The new flooring, bright white cabinets with open glass fronts up top, and dark counters were eye catching.  The space is not ideal, but it definitely gets the job done.

First up, we changed the curtains and wall color in the kitchen.  The original color was green, more of a gray-green and definitely not as green as what we chose.  We went with True Value Easy Care in Shamrock which brightened and modernized the kitchen.  The curtains that were in the kitchen were a bit too country cottage for our style so we chose a black damask type print which we love against the bright white trim and green walls.

The appliances came with the house but we swapped Alyssa’s great grandma’s black stove for the white one that was there.  In the future we may upgrade to stainless and a gas range, but so far we haven’t had an issue to make us want to spend money on new appliances.  The paint on the cabinets is in need of a freshening up.  We have started doing the base cabinets but haven’t got to the cabinet faces yet or the upper cabinets.  We also need to paint the ceiling in here, but it’s a popcorn ceiling so not something easy to paint well.

Our kitchen table.  This was actually the first piece of furniture we bought, even before we had financing for the house.  We loved the bench that came with the table, it let us get a bigger table and still have space in the smaller kitchen.  Someday we will have little tykes to sit back there, but for now the table anchors our eat in kitchen.

This is looking from the kitchen to the living room.  This is our newsed couch.  For awhile, we had one couch and a recliner, which  meant seating was limited when we had guests.  Alyssa’s parents donated this couch to our cause and it makes life much easier.  Again the camera doesn’t do it justice.

There is the other couch.  We are getting another newsed couch and a love seat in February and that one is moving to the basement.   The curtains are a recent upgrade for us.  The original ones, like the kitchen, didn’t fit our style and we searched high and low before finding ones we liked.  The cheap Ikea lamp behind the couch is on its way out after we got a new lamp for Christmas.  We both love the built-in book shelf, it makes us look studious.

Here’s looking at the tv and up the stairs.  We love our little fireplace even if it can be moved from room to room.  The previous owners had one and I tried to get that in negotiations, but lost out so Alyssa’s parents bought her one as a graduation present.  It adds to the atmosphere and adds some warmth to the room.  The major project for the living room is going to be carpeting.  Right now, the color is a gray-green and the color on the stairs is different from the living room which you can see on the picture.  Someday we will switch that out for sure.

This picture is awful but it’s the  best I could get.  This is Ellie’s temporary home while the Christmas tree is up.  I am going to build a shelf of some sort next to the fireplace with the new Kreg Jig I got for Christmas.  We added our own flair to the walls in here as well.  The original color was a neutral tan, but we stepped it up and went with this rich color.  It reminds me of a comfy leather chair, again it’s True Value Easy Care in Loggins.  Another project on our list in here is to repaint the trim, it needs some work and will polish the look of the living room.

Tomorrow will be a longer tour with 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a basement.  Don’t forget to come back.

 

Year in Review: The Nest Tour, Part 1

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It’s not everyday that you hear of someone who commits to the biggest purchase of their life sight unseen, but that’s what Alyssa did in March.  We weren’t really in the market to buy a house until close to the wedding, but our banker told us how great interest rates were this spring and suggested we start keeping our eyes peeled.  I had moved back to Kingsford at the beginning of March to get my office ready and Alyssa was still in Davenport until May so we would have to wait awhile to look together.  Alyssa was on her way to Florida for spring break for a week with her sister and some friends; while I was stuck in the snow with my hands tied while the electrician did his work in the office.  That meant that I had a weekend off where I couldn’t travel to Davenport. Browsing the Daily News I came across an ad for 8 open houses that a real estate firm was having the following Saturday morning so I suggested to my parents that we go and browse to see what was on the market.  As I said, we weren’t really in the market for a house, nor had we really discussed a price range for when we were ready.  The way I saw it I had 5 more months of living rent free and mortage free with most meals cooked for me and my laundry practically done before it hit the bedroom floor.

Alyssa arranged for her parents to join us on our open house tour and we set a plan to hit 4 of the 8 that were at a price I felt comfortable paying.  The first house we hit on that snowy Saturday was located in a neighborhood close to where Alyssa spent most of her childhood and close to the high school, middle school, parks, and my office.  In other words, the perfect neighborhood.  I know the mantra of real estate is location, location, location, but in this case its prime location could not overcome the house itself.  It was small, dated, and needed a lot of work to make it anywhere near what we wanted to live in.  Everyone agreed that this was quickly out of contention.  The next house on our list was practically in the backyard of this one, located on a busier street but still a great location.  This open house wasn’t starting for half an hour, but we decided to go early since we were so close.  Upon entering the front door, I think both of the mom’s said wow.  Compared to the first house, this second house was fantastic.  All of the eye catching cosmetic things were updated: paint, kitchen cabinets and flooring, bathroom, hardwood in the bedrooms, and a big yard.  This house just called out “buy me.”  The dads did their best to try to keep the moms excitement under control saying we had to look at the structural things first.  Those things all checked out too; new furnace, new siding, new windows, new water heater.  Soon everyone was saying how perfect this house was for us and that we should put an offer in first thing Monday morning because it would go fast.  I was trying to temper my expectations, for one Alyssa hadn’t seen it yet and it was only the 2nd house we looked at.  I have watched enough Property Virgins and House Hunters to know that finding a house isn’t that easy.

We agreed to continue with the next house on our list because it too was just up the street.  The next one was a similar size and obviously similar location, but priced $10,000 more.  Expectations were high, I mean if the last house was great, this one should be better.  The next house had some positives, but it needed a fair amount of updating; especially the kitchen.  It was a nice house, but after the last one it just didn’t jump to the top.  We still had one more house on our list.  Alyssa’s parents sat this one out, and they didn’t miss much.  This one had potential, but again needed a lot of work and couldn’t compare to the second one we saw.  We regrouped and decided that we would call a realtor of our own and set up a second viewing of the house everyone loved and see if there were any others we could look at as well.  I called Alyssa and told her all about it and set out to do some research on any other houses to compare.  I was still leary of jumping into this so soon.  I found 3 other houses to look at that week and we called a realtor to set up showings of them along with the top choice.  Our realtor got us in Sunday evening to look at the top choice again.  This time Alyssa’s dad’s parents came along to check it out.  Our intention was to really pick things apart and make sure it was a good house for us.  Again though, the house blew us away and we couldn’t find much of anything wrong with it, minus the garage which though in rough shape, was not a deal breaker.  My next step was to call Alyssa and discuss it with her.  I know she wished she could have been there with us looking, but she said she trusted everyone’s judgement and we decided to make an offer without looking at any others because it was such a great house and would go fast.  I called the realtor that evening and set up a meeting for the following morning to place an offer.  We came up with what everyone thought was a solid offer and submitted it to the seller.  They had 24 hours to respond and the next morning we received a counter offer.  I split the difference with my counter offer and then went home to wait.  Late the following afternoon I got the exciting call that our offer was accepted.  We had bought a house with Alyssa a 20 some hour drive away having only seen pictures online.  She arranged to come home the following week to apply for financing and see the house.  One look in person and she was completely on board (good thing or I would have been in deep.)  We closed on April 22nd and were officially homeowners.  Over the next three or 4 days I will give you a tour and describe what we have done to the house so far and some of our plans for the future.

Here is the view from the street.  It looks a lot better in the summer with our perennials in full bloom.  They are everywhere along the sides of the house.  This summer was a little overwhelming trying to take care of everything the previous owners had planted.  We didn’t know what was planted where or how it bloomed so things got a little overgrown as we waited to find out.  Next summer we will be better prepared and able to tend to the flower beds better.  We haven’t done anything to the front so far.  We plan on refinishing the porch and adding a railing at some point.  Maybe next summer, maybe not.  We also plan on adding a porch swing.

Here’s a closer view of the porch where you can see some of Alyssa’s DIY Christmas trees made out of tomato cages.

A view of the yard off to the right of the porch.  In summer it’s full of lilacs and bridal wreath, both of which make cutting the grass a pain, but I guess they look pretty.

A look at the garden which didn’t turn out so well this year.  We got a late start with everything else going on in our life and we didn’t get many vegetables.  Next year we want to cut the garden in half by moving the fence in the foreground toward the back and turning the added space into more grassy yard.  The Spring Dog will like that I know.

Sidewalk between the house and garden.  The hostas got a little out of control and took over the walkway this summer.  They are due for a dividing this spring so if you want some for your house, let me know.

The back door and deck.  This is the major project for next year.  We want to extend the deck off to the right into the space we gain from the garden.  Also, the red pain on this deck is on its way out.  The wine barrel there was a great growing spot for oregano and parsley all summer.

The backyard, patio, play set and garage.  Yes, that table needs to go into storage and maybe a grill too, though I used both grills over the weekend.  The patio may get redone to level it out and allow some drainage when it rains.

Here’s a closeup of the garage.  I said it needed work but wasn’t a deal breaker.  I can’t get enough light inside to show you what it really looks like because there are no lights.  It has a wood floor and is not even close to square, though it is technically two-car and has a garage door opener.  Though you have to walk out through the overhead door if you park inside because the side door locks from the outside with a pad lock.  Ideally we will build a new garage someday but that’s a long term project.

Here is the play-set that I specifically added as a condition of purchase in my offer.  I took a lot of heat for that, but it will be worth it in a few years when I don’t have to build my kids a swing set myself.  It could use some new sand in the sandbox and a power-wash/stain.

The rest of the back yard.  You could call this Ellie’s play-pen.  She will chase a ball here for hours if you will throw it that long.

The house from the backside.  That window on the back is above the stove in the kitchen.  It’s nice to be able to look out on the backyard when we are cooking.  One more project for the outside is gutters.  The one white section you see above the kitchen window is part of the only short run of gutters on the whole house.  It wraps around over the back door and has one downspout by the garden.  One issue though is that this section above the window doesn’t actually connect to the other section so it overflows and pounds the patio when it rains.  It might be important to do gutters before we do the patio and deck to protect them from the water damage the current set-up gets.

Check back tomorrow for part 2 of the nest tour to get a glimpse of the basement, kitchen, and living room.

Year in Review: Spring Dog Part 2

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I am a few days late writing part two of the Spring Dog review.  I have no real excuse besides for being a slacker.  So to continue from Tuesday I want to talk about Ellie since she came to live with us.  As I said on Tuesday, little did we know what we were in for.  I had grand plans for her in my mind.  She was going to be potty trained quickly, sleep in her crate at night or on her own bed on the floor, she would be good on walks, and she would play fetch with a tennis ball.  So far she is an expert with a ball, fairly good at walks, did pretty well with potty-training, but the sleeping arrangement was a pipe-dream.  I think that got ruined the very first night she came home.  We had a little crate set up in the living room for her with a blanket Alyssa made and we set up an air mattress on the floor so we would be able to take her out quickly at night.  We figured she would be exhausted after the car ride and getting acclimated to her new home.  Literally the minute her crate door closed she started howling bloody murder.  I tried to stay strong and let her go for over an hour but finally we let her out thinking “oh she can sleep with us just for tonight since she is used to having all her brothers and sisters close by.”  We tried to get her to lay with us but she wanted to run wild like a banshee.  This was our first glimpse into one of her major problems as a puppy which I will talk about in a few paragraphs.  My plan was to get her to sleep through the night in her crate and then let her come upstairs and sleep on the floor on her bed.  For nearly six weeks I slept on the couch with her in her crate so that I could let her out when she needed to go to the bathroom at night. I didn’t want to sleep upstairs in our bedroom because I didn’t want to carry her crate up every night and back down each morning.    Finally she was sleeping 10-4 straight through and I was extremely sick of sleeping on the couch so I tried her on her bed.  I knew it was going to be a process, but I was hell-bent on not having her sleep in bed with us.  The first night she lasted about an hour on the floor and then she wanted to come to lay with me, I put her back on the floor after 15 minutes and she lasted another hour.  It went on like this for 2 weeks, gradually getting her to sleep longer and longer on the floor until she spent 4 hours at one time there.  After that night though something in her snapped.  She did not want to sleep on the floor at all, I don’t know if it was the hot weather or what but she was restless the next few nights.  She would lay on her bed for 10 minutes and then wander around the room, bark to come up with me, scratch at the door, anything but sleep.  I knew I wouldn’t get much sleep with her wandering so I had her come to bed with me and she fell asleep almost instantly.  Big mistake.  After those few nights all hope of her sleeping on the floor was lost.  She was too comfortable snuggled up close to me.  Things haven’t changed much since then.  Even with Alyssa in bed now, Spring Dog is tucked in between us tight against me most nights.

I said that first night we got a glimpse of a problem she had.  As a puppy she had bouts of craziness, not excessive energy but episodes of pure craziness.  She would go outside and run laps around the yard jumping and trying to bite at anybody and anything that she came near.  These episodes would last for 5-10 minutes and then she would act like the never happened.  When she was at my parents house she would run and try to bite at Bella, when she was with my uncle’s puppy who was about the same age she would play very rough and bite a lot.  It was almost like she was having a seizure.  She was earning a reputation of a problem child and if things didn’t get better she wasn’t going to be able to play with anyone.  I knew that if these types of episodes happened in a child that an adjustment could help with them.  I knew that I could probably adjust her if I had to, but I didn’t feel totally confident and would rather an expert take care of her.  My aunt has been taking her collie to an veterinary chiropractor for years and I asked about her.  It happened that she was planning a trip with her dog in a week so I asked to tag along with Ellie.  My suspicions were correct and the vet said that an upper cervical adjustment should take care of her seizure like symptoms.  She examined Ellie and adjusted her upper neck, paws, and upper lumbar spine.  Ellie slept the whole way home and most of the evening.  Since that one adjustment, the episodes have stopped completely.  She still has a ton of energy, but the aggression has stopped completely.

The one thing that defines Ellie most people that know her is her love for a tennis ball.  I said one of my grand plans when we got her was to  get her to play fetch.  What I didn’t plan on was her being obsessed with tennis balls.  The first toy I bought for her was a package of tiny tennis balls.  From the first night she would chase those balls all over the house.  She would crouch down and pounce on them as they sat on the floor.  Eventually she moved on the full size balls and things would never be the same.  From the minute she wakes up to the time we go to bed a tennis ball is the only thing on her mind.  In the house she has one with her constantly, either trying to get you to throw it for her by shoving it under the couch so you have to get it out or carrying one in her mouth while dragging a blanket around.  Outside, she will chase a ball until the cows come home.  She has an amazing ability to catch the ball on a bounce, it is like she is an All-Star shortstop.  When we go to my parents house she runs inside, takes one bite of Bella’s food, and then starts searching for a ball.  Her obsession can get annoying at times.  At night when we want to watch tv we have to put her ball up or she will make it impossible to pay attention.  When this happens she stands on the couch and yelps trying to get it off the bookshelf.  I guess you could say we got more than we bargained for when we wanted her to like playing fetch.

As I said last post, Springer Spaniels are loyal and loving, and Ellie is no different.  She wants to be by my side at all times.  If I get up she is right there seeing what I am doing.  She waits for me when I shower or leave her home with Alyssa.  Besides her tennis ball, there is nothing she wants more than to make me happy.  They say dogs are man’s best friend and she is no different.  Even though she is crazy at times, I wouldn’t trade her for anything.  She has made drastic improvements since we got her and she will be a great dog for our future children.  Here are a few pictures of her in the past 7 months since we got her.

Year in Review: Spring Dog Part 1

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For the next three weeks on Tuesday and Thursday we are going to give you a bit of a look back on our year, mainly the three big things that happened in our life this year.  First up this week is the Spring Dog, aka Elleanore.  Our search for a dog goes back close to three years.  You could say that back then it was more that Alyssa was searching for a dog that she called her own, but would stay with me since she couldn’t have one in her apartment.  There were a couple times that I was awfully close to coming home with a basset hound puppy from the pet store in Racine, but both times I came up with excuses to get out of it no matter how cute they were.  Living in a small apartment and having 30 credits worth of class a trimester, I knew a dog wasn’t in the plans for me while we were in Davenport.  The day we bought our house though, I couldn’t use the excuse of no room any longer and a puppy moved to the top of the to-do list that Alyssa and I made for the summer.  Next up was coming up with what kind of puppy to get.  Alyssa would have probably taken any dog with four legs and a tail, but I was a little more picky.  I said no ankle biters, poodles, or guard dog types.  Our dog would have to be an active dog that could go skiing and snow-shoeing with us and not have to be carried in a backpack.  I love Bernese Mountain Dogs and Bloodhounds, but we both decided our house didn’t have enough room for a 100 pound dog.  For our next choices we turned to hunting dogs.  Obviously this group would be capable of being outdoors with us and there were many options that weigh less than 100 pounds.  Immediately we ruled out Beagles, Labs, and Goldens because they are too popular; we wanted a breed that was a little more unique.  We tossed around ideas of Wire-Haired Pointers, Basset Hounds, Cocker Spaniels, English, Irish, and Gordon Setters, Brittany Spaniels, and finally Welsh or English Springer Spaniels.  Growing up we had a mixed breed dog, who was mostly Springer Spaniel, and two Basset Hounds; so I was partial to either of those breeds.   Like I said Alyssa would have taken just about any dog with a heartbeat, but she really wanted one that was kind of shaggy (think the Traveler’s Insurance “Worry, worry, worry” dog) and that she could cuddle with on the couch.  It took a little convincing but I finally brought Alyssa around to Springer Spaniels.

Katie, my first dog growing up, was a great dog.  She was loyal, playful, and loved being outside.  Everyone who has a Springer Spaniel raves about them.  I have many fond memories of Katie while I was growing up and those thoughts came flooding back when we decided to make Springers the top choice for our first dog together.  Next up was to decide which type of Springer we wanted.  Springers are made up of three close but fairly distinct types.  Two of the three bear the English name and one Welsh.  It’s easy to guess that the Welsh is the most different of the three.  They are slightly smaller and are red and white in color rather than liver or black.  The two English types are the field and the show; they are separated by their desired uses.  Show types are thicker bodied and have longer, flowing coats.  Field Springers are agile, have shorter coats, and are generally smaller.  My top choice was the Welsh Springer.  There was a major kink in the plans though.  Welsh Springers are fairly rare in the United States.  There are roughly 60 litters in the US each year so finding one when we were ready could have proven tough.  Along with making it tough to find a litter close by, rarity makes Welsh Springers expensive; most breeders charge well over $1000.  This fact led us to choose a field type Springer instead.

So after that was settled we had to find a puppy.  We searched the internet for weeks trying to find a litter that would be ready in June so that we would have enough time to train it over the summer.  We found a few in western Minnesota, western Iowa, South Dakota, or Ohio but that was a long way to travel for a puppy.  There were numerous litters in Wisconsin and Northern Michigan, but they were either ready in late April or late July.  These w0uld not fit with our plans so we were getting discouraged.  One day we found a mixed breed Springer puppy in a humane society about 30 miles from Davenport where Alyssa was still living.  I called and emailed multiple times and a week later when they finally got back to me the puppy was long gone.  Finally in late April we found a litter that was 4 weeks old, would be ready at the end of May, and was only 75 miles from here.  They had two female liver and white field type Springers left from a litter.  There were also males available, but we wanted a female.  Renee, the breeder, sent us pictures and we could not decide which one we wanted.  They were both adorable and it was a tough choice.  I liked one and Alyssa liked the other and our families were split as well.  In the end, and I don’t know how, we decided on the one I liked best.  At the time they called her GraceLynn, but we soon decided on Elleanore.  We paid our deposit and it was set.  We could bring her home in 4 weeks, which happened to be Memorial Day weekend so Alyssa could pick her up.  In the meantime, I would be going to Davenport for Alyssa’s graduation, so we arranged so that I could stop and see her on the way.  I’ll leave you with my first picture with the Spring Dog, little did I know what I was in for. Check back on Thursday to read about her life since she moved to Kingsford.

Oh Christmas Tree…

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It’s  beginning to look a lot like Christmas in our house.  If you remember back a few weeks, Alyssa couldn’t wait to get her Christmas decorations up.  I made her wait until at least the day after Thanksgiving because I was “defending November.”  Well obviously now that we are about two weeks from Christmas day, she has decorations up all over.  The last thing to go up was our Christmas tree.  We both wanted a real tree this year.  We love the smell and there is just no way a fake tree can truly look and feel like a real fir.  Monday night we went out in the cold to Storheim’s where we hmmmd and hawwwd for half an hour before finally picking the one we wanted.  We loaded it in the truck, brought it home and I struggled with my dull hacksaw to cut the end off, but finally we got it in the stand.  Since Alyssa was on call Tuesday night and we wanted to be able to have a glass of New Glarus Wisconsin Belgian Red while listening to Christmas music, we waited to decorate til Wednesday night.  Since this was our first Christmas after marriage our ornaments are a bit of a mismatch.  

We picked up a few at Presents of Mine, a few at Hobby Lobby, a couple at Shopko, and so on.

Our tree topper is the best mismatch of all though.  During our two years in Davenport we never had a true tree topper so last year I threw a trapper hat on top and called it good.  After looking at the ornaments we picked up this year and seeing how they all fit a sort of ski lodge theme, we knew that the hat had to go back up.

Guardian of the Tree

So now it sits proudly up on top of our real Christmas tree waiting to guard the presents.

Now if only it could protect the skirt from Ellie.

Skirt Thief

 

Spring Dog Roasters

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Alyssa and I have a love of coffee that borders on an addiction, at least for me. We like good coffee and we drink it by the pot full. My coffee addiction started when I worked at Moose Jackson Cafe in high school.  I used to get a good discount so I went there almost every day before school for a drink and a muffin. At first my taste in coffee was for blended drinks, which are almost coffee imposters. Then I switched to cafe mocha; which though technically is an espresso drink, its still tough to find coffee behind the chocolate and milk. From mocha I discovered flavored coffee. French vanilla and caramel turtle again covered most of the coffee itself but I was getting closer. The next stop on my coffee addiction happened when I worked at the paper mill. Working shift work you come to depend on caffeine to keep you awake on the last night shift when six a.m. feels like it will never come. During this time coffee was merely a delivery vehicle for massive amounts of caffeine and the coffee was typical workplace coffee, cheap, burnt, and usually stale. People brought in flavored creamers to make it better but eventually those got boring and I decided to take the plunge and drink it black.  After that I never went back.   No more lattes, mochas, or even creamers in my coffee.  In fact, I don’t even like flavored coffee much anymore.  It wasn’t that the coffee was life changing, I just actually liked the taste of coffee for what it was, not hidden with vanilla or caramel.  Not long after joining the black coffee drinkers club I moved to Davenport and Alyssa was back in Kenosha so we had access to lots of great coffee close by.  Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts, Biggby, Java City, and best of all Redband Coffee.  All of these places offered different varieties and blends of beans which showed us that there are actual differences in coffee.  If you were to drink Maxwell House everyday, you probably would never realize that coffee can have flavors of citrus, chocolate, strawberry, or any number of spices solely based on where it was grown.  Much like wine, the climate where coffee is grown has a great impact on its flavor.  Nowhere brought out these flavors better than Redband.  This tiny place, hidden just off the main north bound street in Davenport, has no tables, no muffins or scones, just great coffee.  The husband and wife team roast their batches of coffee most weekdays and sell the beans to go or they have a small menu of drinks.  If you want a straight up cup of black coffee you get more than a pour from a pot brewed a few hours ago.  Each individual cup is drip brewed in front of you.  They start by measuring a precise amount of beans, grinding them fresh, measuring water at exactly 200 degrees, then they mix everything into a paper filter cone and let it drip into your empty cup.  Some of you might be thinking that is too much work for a cup of coffee, but that involved process makes a world of difference.  Between the high quality, perfectly roasted coffee and the brewing method, a cup of Redband Coffee lets you experience all the flavors that get hidden behind burnt beans, flavored syrup, or whipped cream.  From Costa Rican Tarrazu with flavors of lemon and gingerbread, Ethiopian Harrar with its cocoa and brown sugar, to Sumatra with deep spice notes there is a bean for every taste.  It was here at Redband that I really fell in love with coffee.  My love of coffee took another step when we went to Traverse City on our honeymoon.  Cuppa Joe where Alyssa and I went to breakfast everyday served fantastic coffee from a local roaster.  The barrista talked about how the roaster had started roasting with an air-popped popcorn maker at his house, giving samples to friends and coworkers, and eventually turned it into a successful business.  This intrigued me, not for the business idea but because I liked the challenge of making coffee myself.  I guess you could say Traverse City is responsible for most of my new hobbies, including coffee roasting, bread baking, and yogurt making.  This can be attributed to a culture that prizes high quality, local, and fresh ingredients and products.  I’ll go into this influence on me in another post, but back to coffee.

Alyssa thought I was crazy when I suggested roasting our own coffee.  Like anything I probably over researched it; so I knew it would save us money while giving us better coffee.  I ordered a green coffee bean sampler pack and scavenged a popcorn popper from my parents.  We had a bag of our standard World Market coffee left so I had to put off my home roasting for a week.  The next week though I was on my way and now 6 batches in I won’t look back.  Each batch is unique and we are finding out which types of coffee we like best.  So far our top pick is Honduran or Salvadorean.  There are many websites with tips on coffee roasting and places to order beans.  My choice so far is Sweet Maria’s.  They sell beans as well has having videos and forums where you can get tips on roasting at home.  They have a great selection and try to help the farmers achieve financial security through their Farm Gate pricing structure.  Here are some pictures of the process from Sweet Maria’s green beans to Spring Dog Roasters Coffee.

Gather your green beans.

Round up a popcorn popper and add the beans 2/3 cup at a time.

Let the beans get happy and go through “first crack” and just about to “second crack”.

Finally, take them out and let them cool for a day or two and brew as usual.

Obviously, six batches in I am far from an expert so these are just basics.  Check out Sweet Maria’s for better instructions.

Spring Dogs Love Tomato Soup. They Hate Citrus. Recipe: Tomato Soup

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Almost everyone claims that grilled cheese goes best with tomato soup.  As a kid though, I NEVER wanted tomato soup with grilled cheese.  I don’t know if my parents didn’t like tomato soup or what, but we never had it with grilled cheese so I just assumed for years that I didn’t like it.  In fact, until a year or two ago I don’t believe I actually had a bowl of tomato soup in my life.  Now, I am not one of those people who craves tomato soup, but this colder weather has me in the mood for something warm and comforting.  A couple weeks ago Alyssa and I went to Spiro’s in Iron Mountain and I ordered a Dr. Pepper braised short rib grilled cheese sandwich.  It was fantastic and I am pretty sure I asked Alyssa why more restaurants don’t put grilled cheese on the menu.  It is one of the ultimate comfort foods and so simple to make.  The next two days we made grilled cheese and I put some of my beer braised chuck roast in mine.  That weekend rekindled my love of grilled cheese and this week I was in the mood for them again.  As I was cruising Serious Eats I came across a recipe for Nordstrom’s Tomato Basil Soup. Bells went off in my head: warm, comforting, and supposedly the perfect companion to grilled cheese.  Remember, I am not one to crave tomato soup, but according to the recipe, this soup has a cult-like following.  It looked easy enough with just a few ingredients and it was something I could whip up fairly quickly.  So here it goes.

Gather the gang for a pool party.

Chop up some aromatic vegetables.

Let them get nice and cozy with some aromatic herbs.

Add EVERYBODY to the pool.

Simmer, cool, blend, add cream, simmer, serve, enjoy.

This soup is fantastic.  Ellie gave it 4 paws up, in fact she has been trying her hardest all night to get the leftovers as they cool on the counter.  Though, she does not like grapefruit peels (I had to test the theory that dogs don’t like citrus).  I won’t join the cult of Nordstrom Tomato Basil Soupeans after eating it tonight, but it is a great side dish to a grilled cheese on delicious natural starter home baked bread (which I will post about in the future).

Recipe: Tomato Soup (adapted from Serious Eats)

  • 6 tablespoons olive oil
  • 4 large carrots, peeled and diced
  • 1 large onion, sliced
  • 1 tablespoon dried basil, crushed
  • 3 28-ounce cans whole peeled Roma tomatoes
  • 1 quart chicken broth
  • 1 pint heavy cream (we used half and half, and probably only 10-12 oz.)
  • Salt and pepper to taste
  1. In a large, heavy saucepan, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat until shimmering. Add carrots and onion and cook until beginning to soften, 10 minutes, then add basil and cook until vegetables are completely soft, about 5 minutes more.

  2. Add tomatoes and broth, bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer 20-30 minutes, or up to 45 minutes if time permits.

  3. After allowing soup to cool somewhat, purée in a blender or food processor until smooth, doing so in batches if necessary. For a much silkier texture, strain the purée before returning to the pot (we didn’t strain it, the texture just added to the comfort factor).

  4. Stir in cream little by little over over low heat, until desired texture is reached and soup is just heated through (we used about 10-12 oz). Season to taste with salt and pepper, and serve warm.