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Mountain Man
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I say used the copper molds, unless you plan to collect them. A Butternut tree produces a sweet buttery nut used in cooking and baking. The tree itself will grow just about anywhere and likes moist soil. I have a sugar maple that is just about dead beside the pond because of the poor soil and moisture. I will use some of them and sell the rest to a local co-op store for some extra cash.
I had a pleasant visit with my uncle, well he says that the trees can't be saved. I will use the wood to smoke some deer meat in the fall. He brought me a gallon of his maple syrup, this gallon is medium amber which he knows is my fav. the darker amber is just a little to sweet for my taste.
My uncle has been called "the rocker" since his hippy days, he and my aunt are serous ss people. Both of them know so much about the trees and plants in the woods. They often go shroom hunting, wild asparagus patches, and berries. He tends to a small orchard and farms the land for grain and corn which he sells. I don't think he has his heart in it as much as my Grandpa did, but he keeps a few beef cows, couple pigs and a dozen layers.
I am jealous of him in some ways, he has the oldest grapevine I have ever seen. At the base I would guess that its more than four inches. Grandpa once told me his father had planted it. Last time I visited the farm last fall it was loaded with grapes.
Did you ever have a smell that you smelled as a child and later in life when you smelled it again it brought back memories of being a child??
My Grandpas house, now my uncles, has the light smell of a sweet smokehouse inside. Grandpa loved to burn his hickory wood in the woodstove in the winter. There was once a crack in the chimney behind the wall on the second floor. It must have been there for years, it was only discovered when the ceiling became stained. He fixed the crack but never removed any of the tree sap that smelled like a smokehouse.
I had a pleasant visit with my uncle, well he says that the trees can't be saved. I will use the wood to smoke some deer meat in the fall. He brought me a gallon of his maple syrup, this gallon is medium amber which he knows is my fav. the darker amber is just a little to sweet for my taste.
My uncle has been called "the rocker" since his hippy days, he and my aunt are serous ss people. Both of them know so much about the trees and plants in the woods. They often go shroom hunting, wild asparagus patches, and berries. He tends to a small orchard and farms the land for grain and corn which he sells. I don't think he has his heart in it as much as my Grandpa did, but he keeps a few beef cows, couple pigs and a dozen layers.
I am jealous of him in some ways, he has the oldest grapevine I have ever seen. At the base I would guess that its more than four inches. Grandpa once told me his father had planted it. Last time I visited the farm last fall it was loaded with grapes.
Did you ever have a smell that you smelled as a child and later in life when you smelled it again it brought back memories of being a child??
My Grandpas house, now my uncles, has the light smell of a sweet smokehouse inside. Grandpa loved to burn his hickory wood in the woodstove in the winter. There was once a crack in the chimney behind the wall on the second floor. It must have been there for years, it was only discovered when the ceiling became stained. He fixed the crack but never removed any of the tree sap that smelled like a smokehouse.
Congrats on the bread, and on sticking with it until you figured out what went wrong! You are now an expert! You can put that in the "new ss skills" thread for this year's new ss skill.
Congrats on the bread!
