Give me an ‘F’…


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 30-11-2014

It is indeed sad when I only blog on the first and last day of the month. This month was a whirlwind and December is going to be more of a circus, but I need to find time to blog for my faithful readers…all two of you. The problem is finding time to sit down at the computer; I knew it was bad when I opened up my checking account and realized I hadn’t written anything down since November sixth. My husband is going to kill me when he sees the check register, but as CFO it’s his job to fix that mess. Lucky him! What’s been happening on the farm to keep me from the computer? The business. I love all three facets of my business: the catering, custom baking, and making products all give me great pleasure, but they are all like a jealous boyfriend, trying to one up each other and hog all my time. Right now it’s a matter of keeping the flames down long enough to get to the other and not let it burn me out. Woodward Farm’s open house was this month, and that put a lot of pressure me to get things made for it, but that was one fun weekend in my mind. I loved visiting with people, showing them where the magic begins, and providing many samples of some of the products made. Ugly Sister did not disappoint as she was a big hit-I swear, the uglier that salsa is, the better it tastes. I had to make product for “The Big One” vendor show in Minot early in the month and in between, there were three caterings to attend to, including one on Thanksgiving Day. I must admit; I really enjoyed that one-it’s the first time I’ve made the entire meal (for 40) by myself and not had any leftovers to throw in the fridge. I’ve got one more vendor show and it’s next weekend- the “Pride of Dakota” show in Bismarck and since it’s during my birthday, it looks to be a good one. We have made close to 300 jars of various products for the show in the past two days and I have one more day of jam making before a catering on Wednesday. Our thirteen year old son has been right by my side, helping me ladle the jam, wipe the lids, etc, and so last night, as I realized I had absolutely NO YEAST in the house, decided he and I needed a break from the work. We went to Jamestown, got some supplies, and then went to see The Penguins of Madagascar movie. I am so glad we went; we both laughed loudly and constantly; I love those four penguins and all of their antics, and most of the kids in the theater don’t realize all the play-on-words which goes on in Disney movies. I sometimes feel they write the script with adults over forty in mind because there are references to things only our generation would understand. Wait, are still wondering why I would let yeast run out in my house? Me too. It was a first and a last.

I am so over snow, and it’s only the beginning of winter. Calgon, take me away! Why is it when I lived in Texas a person longed for the snow, but once you are in it, realize it is vastly overrated?!

And with that, I already need to sign off. I got up at 5 am to make kuchen and need to get in that kitchen to make the yummy filling. I also want to color my hair before church but am thinking something has gotta give…those pesky gray hairs! I will leave you with a picture of what a catering job for 40 on Thanksgiving Day looks like in my car; a typical catering job is a meat, starch, bread, veggie and dessert. This had two meats, five starches, two veggies,  relish/veggie/fruit trays, buns, two gravies, and five kinds of pie. By the way-the Nevco cutting board is from a time when addresses were still primitive; it’s a classic but one of my favorite boards for cutting/carving meat. I need a bigger vehicle, but am still paying this one off…enjoy your day!



Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 01-11-2014

Yesterday marked the conclusion of three things: October, peppers, and the cattle. Bob came to pick up his cattle we pasture from June-October and while my husband is always glad to see another successful season in the books, it’s sad to look out the kitchen window in the morning and see empty pasture. There is something comforting about a cow grazing or chewing its cud…however, when the wind is howling and the snow is thick, we will be glad to not worry about frozen water lines and getting hay out to them.  The second thing which finally disappeared yesterday is the peppers; I have been sorting, cleaning, chopping and freezing peppers now since August and am so glad to see the fridge empty-it’s had sweet, red, green, jalapeno, chili, banana and everything in between peppers in it, mocking me to do something to them. The last bags were frozen yesterday and last night I paid the price-sneezing, stuffy nose, and a rough throat. I am pretty sure there is an allergy to the peppers going on here…

I heard Georgia had snow late last night which could be a first-them getting snow before us. While I love snow in December, I would rather not see it in November. The wind is blowing out there right now and mixed with snow, would make for a wintry storm. No thanks! The grill is going into storage today to make way for the ultra large dog house and Daisy will be one happy dog. Just one more sign winter is fast approaching…

Reason #5960 why I love living on a farm: no trick or treaters; we bought candy the first year and have never bothered since then. Who is going to drag their children down a mile long driveway in hopes the people will be home? My husband asked if we had any candy in the house to give in case someone did come. We don’t, but I’m sure there’s some crackers or canned tuna to throw in their bag. Kidding. I miss the days of homemade popcorn balls. Eileen Anderson down the road made them big, thick, and so tasty. If we came late enough she gave us two of them and sometimes they were colored red, green or orange.  My son is in 8th grade and decided no more trick or treating which meant we were all home last night…those days may be limited once he gets a learners’ permit, so we enjoy them while we can.

Another reason I love living in a small community: yesterday our  insurance man and his boss came out to the kitchen to see how it looked, take pictures, and eat some food. If you come to my house, I will feed you. However, I was making strawberry margarita jam and ran out of triple sec. I called his office and he brought out a bottle. Now THAT is customer care. Would a big city insurance guy bring you booze? I think not. It was pretty comical-I paid him for the booze, he paid me for some apple butter and his boss bought pickles. It was a good business day…

I will leave you with a picture of the perfect comfort cookie-oatmeal raisin. I hate the hard, dry ones; this one is soft, chewy and easy to eat. Enjoy your first weekend in November and get ready for deer hunting season…it’s right around the corner!

The demise of customer service


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 24-10-2014

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We have all had some version of poor customer service whether on the phone or in person yet it seems to have taken on a new persona thanks to our friend, the computer. Perhaps it is easier to tell a customer nothing can be done when the words are typed and not spoken, or when you think you are speaking to someone in America who can help you when in reality, you are speaking to an 18 year old in Bangladesh who is probably texting as they are handling your case.

Here is a reality: we live in the sticks of North Dakota and by that I mean one can’t just jump in the car and ten minutes later be at a mall. Many of us live on a farm where the nearest small town is twenty or so minutes away and the nearest large city is two hours away. This is why we chose Carrington-Minot, Fargo, Bismarck and Grand Forks are all two hours away which is as central as one can get. I do not want to hear, “You chose to live there” because news flash, people: many farmers and ranchers ‘chose’ to live where they are living to provide food for the world and without us living where we do, you would be awfully hungry right now. To get around this geographical snafu, many order online and it’s been a wonderful tool up until yesterday. Amazon, ebay, Kohl’s-I do a lot of online shopping for my business and our family and am thankful the products get out here in a reasonable time.

Last Friday, with a fall concert on the horizon, my son and I went to Jamestown, an hour away, to get his required white shirt, black tie and pants; I do not mind doing this because those students look sharp up there in the various forms of black and white; my son outgrew last year’s pants and needed another anyways for the winter church season. While finding the shirt and tie were no problem, finding pants became an issue; no store carried them and so we went home, jumped on the internet, and found Sears had a decent pair for sale. I paid extra for Wednesday delivery and hit the button; I got the customary email order confirmation with an order number and didn’t worry about it until Wednesday when the UPS driver didn’t show up. That night, I went on the Sears’ site and had a live chat; first lesson learned-copy/paste any and all live chats. The person found my order and said the pants were at the store in Devils Lake (which by the way, we NEVER go in that direction so why are they there?) but he/she (who knows, the name was ambiguous) assured me the pants would be on the UPS truck in the morning and by 9 am would be at our door. Many apologies but no real customer satisfaction…there were a ton of grammatical/syntax errors which made me think the transaction was not on American soil, but if the pants were here, that would be a fight for a different day. 9 am came and went, 10 am too and so despite having a full plate of things to do, I got on the computer and did another live chat. This person tells me the pants are at the store and will get them on the UPS truck but no guarantees as to when we would see them; what little I know of UPS I am certain they have a schedule/route to follow and a farm an hour away is not going to be easy to fit into the route. The important thing to notice here is both of these reps stated the pants were in Devils Lake as this will come into play in a minute. Back and forth we go, and I keep asking to speak to a manager because this person will not guarantee the pants will be here in time and for my inconvenience, offers a 5% refund…that covers the extra shipping I paid for in my mind. Then $5 is offered and finally $10. The person agrees to have a manager from Sears call me and the phone rings, but it acts as if I made the call to Sears and sure enough, another customer representative is on the line with an accent letting me know this call is not local. I bluntly (because at this point my blood pressure is on the rise, folks) ask if she’s a manager and tell her to get one on the phone NOW…meanwhile I’m still on the live chat with that Helpful Hal and wants to know if someone called; when I told the person it wasn’t a manager, the first thing typed is ‘don’t ask for one’. What?! I never was a good listener…at this point I copied and pasted the live chat message for future reference. A ’manager’ did  come on the line and it is now 11 am-I spent the next hour and a half either on hold or trying to convince this person to call the Devils Lake store and get those pants out here or my son was going to go to a concert without them. At first he tries to tell me the order was for pick up from the store and when I ask him why I paid extra shipping for it to come to my door and the invoice CLEARLY shows my address as the ship to address, he doesn’t have an answer. Folks, this is why you never delete any correspondence with a company regarding your order; it’s pretty hard to dispute the fact when it’s written. He told me that extra money paid for the shipping to the store, not my house. These pants are for sale at the store-why would a person pay shipping to the store when the item is already there? It’s like going to the grocery store, ordering something already on the shelf and paying extra for it. Dumb. At he end of all this waiting, he comes on the line and tells me the order was never received because the Devils Lake Sears was having computer issues. This is the best story they can come up with for me?! Never mind that two different agents saw the order and it was at the store…However, as an apology for this glitch, they were offering me 20% off my next order. What next order?! Anyone can get that deal on the internet. He stated PayPal had never been charged and not to worry.  I started to laugh-a crazy, homicidal laugh I’m certain, and I had to hang up before I completely lost it. I did what any angry customer would do-go to Facebook. I went on their webpage and stated my dissatisfaction with how I was treated and got a response back pretty fast. They promised a rep would call me but I’m still waiting for that. Then I went on my page and asked for help and once again, this is why one lives in a small town-one lady offered to drive to Devils Lake to get the pants, then went to the thrift store to look for me, and another had a pair and dropped them off at the school. Love small town life. I had wasted so much time yesterday I had to drop the issue for a day, but this morning went on PayPal to see if indeed, it had not been charged. Guess what is on there from Oct. 17? A charge from Sears. Of course…

My son brought the pants home and thought the mail delivered them to the school. Funny. The concert was amazing and both choirs and bands sounded fantastic. The school needs to protect the band time better; the junior high is large but the senior high is not and it’s because of a scheduling issue. Folks, the band director is GOOD and the kids want to play. Figure out a way to make it happen; it is sad when the students have to choose because the arts always lose. When the band program was lousy no one seemed to care, but the district has a talented director and they need to protect this program better. The elementary band instructor does a fabulous job of teaching the 5th and 6th graders the fundamentals and the students flourish in junior high. Then suddenly, they hit high school and are forced to make a choice…help them, administration. Time to be creative…

It’s baking day and with that, it’s time to hit the oven…speaking of, yesterday I used the self-clean feature for the very first time EVER on an oven. I turned it on and five minutes later, smoke is curling out of it; the door is locked so it can’t be opened to see what the heck is going on in there, but three hours later, it was a lot cleaner. I need to vacuum out the ashes, but that is a small price to pay for a clean oven. I think it takes a ridiculous amount of electricity with the element on at such a high temperature so next time I will opt for a shorter cycle. I will leave you with a picture of our dog, Daisy, enjoying the warm fall sunshine next to the pumpkin display. That blanket is supposed to be on them to protect from the frost, but she keeps trying to lay on it so I gave up the ghost and let her enjoy it. It’s Friday-enjoy this beautiful weather!

Some days my life resembles a book…


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 14-10-2014

I read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad, No Good Day to my oldest son many years ago and yesterday got to live my version of it. It started in the wee hours of the morning when I felt a headache coming on and by 6 am, I can’t stand lying in the bed anymore-it pounds like a drum that won’t shut off. I took some meds to stave it off, but sure enough, the migraine comes to visit anyways and ruins a perfectly good day. And it WAS a beautiful day in North Dakota yesterday-sunny, warm, slight breeze-and where was I? Shades drawn, lights off and a cold compress on my head. However, for the first time, I had a baking order to fill  and so I had to get in the lab and make some magic. Normally this order would be a piece of cake for me-two loaves of bread and a dozen buns. But trying to bake with a pounding headache is not for the weak and boy, was I weak. Nothing went my way; I burned the buns, started the smoke alarm (which by the way, with the head thing, was enough to drive me to drink at that moment) and ran out of eggs. No eggs means no second batch of buns. Let’s go back to the smoke alarm because while it wasn’t funny, it was…there I was, trying to get it to stop by waving a broom over it while the animals at the door started whining from the noise-which I had opened to let the smoke dissipate.  Then the pan got stuck in the oven so I couldn’t get it out and ended up using tongs to pull the buns out one by one (there were twenty-four). I looked up every recipe I had for buns and they all called for at least one egg; while I love my customer, I was not driving to town with a migraine in the blinding sunshine to get an egg. I managed to eek out six from the two loaves and felt like the apostles when Jesus made the loaves and fishes feed the masses. To make me more frustrated, those twenty-four buns were works of art-I had weighed them each individually and carefully formed them. They had the promise of a beautiful bun, but let’s face it, pale on top and brown on the bottom only describes me when I’m out mowing in the summer with my white chest and tan legs, not a bun for sale. The bright spot of the day is now I don’t have to wonder if my smoke detector works…it does! The final touch on my day was in the evening when I made a delivery to Fessenden, twenty-three miles to the west, knowing I had to go back to Carrington, sixteen miles to the east of us, to pick up son from a meet. I told him in the morning to text when they got to Jamestown to give me an hour warning. Did he? No. Am I shocked? Not really. He’s a thirteen year old with bigger things to worry about like what game to buy on x box for Christmas. I texted him outside of Fessenden to see where they were at and he states they are about twenty minutes from Carrington. I’m no mathamagician (yes, I think I made that up, but don’t want to pull an Al Gore here) but I had twenty miles plus sixteen to get to Ctown…not going to happen. We got home, he finished his social studies project, and gave me a big hug good night. The day ended on a high note for certain.

This morning I feel back to normal again and wish I knew why I get those migraines; they completely erase twenty-four hours from your clock, as if the day never happened. In the winter or on a cold, windy day it wouldn’t be so bad, but when I have twelve million things to do outside (and inside) it makes life a little difficult. However, it is the promise of a good day and much to do-it is supposed to be in the upper 60s/ low 70s today. In OCTOBER. Life is good. I will leave you with a picture of a cupcake I made last week for a party. I look at the picture and smile…and hope whomever ate it enjoyed every last bite of it.

Change of seasons…


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 04-10-2014

We knew it was coming; the warning signs were there, the threat was posted everywhere, and yet, at 6:30 pm yesterday where was I?! In the garden, trying one last time to eek some summer out of the plants and realizing tomorrow at this time they will be frozen, wilted, and dead. The first freeze always saddens me; in March, the seeds were started with the whisper of a promise, in May they were planted with high hopes, and throughout the summer/ fall they did as promised and provided much for our family.  I harvested some green tomatoes for the first time to try them in a pickle recipe and fry some as well; I find it funny how Southerners love fried green tomatoes yet we Northerners are the ones who HAVE the green tomatoes because the vines can never seem to finish what they started before it freezes. I can’t tell you how many pounds of tomatoes were left out there last night, but it was a lot and that is just the way it is.  94 pounds were processed yesterday into salsa and spaghetti sauce; if someone had told me twenty-five years ago that I’d be hanging out with my thirteen year old on a Friday night putting tomatoes through the food mill and enjoying it, I would have laughed. I was in Texas, going out on the weekends and being young/silly/stupid/all the above. But there we were, and it was a good time; I prepped the tomatoes and he got to put them through the mill-a job every boy should get to do. He loves to see the ‘poopsicles’ -the skins and seeds which come out the end-and we run them through twice to get all the juice/pulp out. One may think that is overkill, but we got another two quarts of the delicious red stuff so it was well worth it. Here’s a picture of him and his buddies:

BTW we did have a little bit of tomato juice left from the milling and will be our soup tomorrow night. If you’ve never had fresh, homemade tomato soup, you are missing out. Campbell’s has NOTHING on the real thing-and I like that soup!

Besides being the day before the first freeze, another thing saddened/puzzled me. I went past the sedum which love to bloom in late fall and discovered a dozen dead bees on them. Earlier this week they were buzzing around and having a grand old time on the sedum, but to see them dead, hanging on the last spot they were on or resting on a leaf was just plain…disconcerting. Don’t they go somewhere for the winter like the birds? Couldn’t they have gone into one of our buildings and laid low until it warmed up again? I love bumblebees and must say this was a hard fact to see:

There’s two in the picture; one on top of the sedum and one hanging on the bottom right. Sorry, I don’t have a great camera nor are my skills top notch at picture taking…

Somehow I managed to bruise my left ring finger in Thursday night’s attempt at covering the peppers; we use rocks to hold down the blankets and ended up with a rock sandwich-rock, my finger, and another rock. Good lord that hurt! Now my ring won’t go on and what I thought was beet juice (even though I wasn’t canning any beets!) was instead a bruised finger. The price we pay for our veggies…

Hey, who ordered those snow flakes yesterday?! We were sweating a week ago…I want that weather back!

With that, it is time to get the day going. I was so proud to go through ten flats of tomatoes yesterday, but with the last minute picking, now have twelve in there to contend with. At least they are in various shades of red so they won’t have to be processed all at once-it gets to be drug out for weeks now. Goody. Stay warm, think warm thoughts, and act warmly towards one another. There-I used it as three different parts of speech. Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…



Holy cow!


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 30-09-2014

Last night was a first-we nearly hit a cow on the road. Yes, only in North Dakota. We turned onto the five mile gravel and a little ways up I noticed a dark blob on the left; it was dark and thought maybe it was the shadows playing tricks on me, so I continued on. Suddenly, it was right in front of me to the right-a large black Angus. Its butt was facing me and as it turned its head, I swear I grazed the chin and if I look closely at the car, there is probably drool on it…Deer, fox, raccoon, pheasant, skunk-I thought I had seen it all until last night. How it didn’t get spooked and hit us (or vice versa) is beyond me. My car would have lost that fight as my track record with cows is poor. My husband discovered my running prowess the first year we had cattle when a momma chased me in the pasture while he stood there laughing. So much for my knight in shining armor.

There are no less than twelve boxes of tomatoes in the sun room awaiting processing and more in the garden to get off the vine before it freezes later this week. By the weekend, I will have salsa, onion pepper relish, and spaghetti sauce done…I hope/wish. All the potatoes were washed and put in storage yesterday-wow, we had some huge ones this year. My hubby likes them because he is usually the potato peeler for catering. In a month we’ll peel the small ones and can them for potato soup, salad, etc. I love canning potatoes-they are great in a pinch. My mom gave me more jalapenos (sigh) but I threw them in the fridge until mine are harvested and maybe they’ll get processed next week. Maybe. The onions will get pulled, pumpkins/squash harvested and the garden will be empty. The fall raspberries are finally producing in time for the freeze-which is why I hate growing them. Are they delicious? Yes. Are they a pain in the tush to pick? Unless you prefer the thorns, yes. Yesterday was the first time I could pick without the bees buzzing about; I was worried about bees until I realized they were having a large party in the raspberry patch-one I am not invited to attend. So, yes, the raspberries look great but like a Kardashian, their beauty won’t last.

Our cats like cantaloupe. Who knew? I threw all the peelings and insides onto the garden and they went nuts. Maybe I should put that in their bowl instead of food. All five followed me out to the garden yesterday; I was just going to toss the peels and go back in when the tomatoes started calling my name, begging to be picked. Two hours later, I had all those flats and had missed a dozen phone calls. Yes, I left my phone in the house because I thought I’d just be gone a few minutes. Who knew my son was going to call and want to know the place of his birth? Not me. I like not bringing the phone out there because it’s my one place of solitude. No artificial noises, no people, just the produce and me.

I went home to Appleton, MN, this weekend and loved it. It wasn’t a long trip, but long enough to share some laughs with good friends, take a long walk around the town and reminisce, and remember why living in a small town was a good thing. We knew the houses by who lived in them while we grew up, said hi to people who hadn’t seen us in twenty years, and felt safe the whole time. I feel for children in big cities; they don’t experience this and are missing out on a sense of community you don’t get in the suburbs. I’m glad I’m just a ‘small town girl’ as Steve Perry once sang…

The weather has turned, the threat of frost is imminent and there is much to do. Take a minute out of your busy day and look around at all we have to be thankful for-and while we’re at it, let’s protect it from those who threaten it. Here’s a picture of the potatoes-I didn’t use a tape measure this time, but they are larger than a softball. These will make some delicious mashed potatoes, or French fries, or hash browns, or scalloped potatoes…the list goes on and on.



No, I ‘cantaloupe’ with you-I’m married!


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 23-09-2014

Yesterday was cantaloupe harvest day; it probably should have been last week but it just got away from me and as a result I lost four nice ones to those black beetles. I detest those things; they get into the raspberries if not picked daily, tomatoes, and especially the cantaloupe. One bores into the flesh and flips on the neon ‘OPEN’ sign-they all show up and turn the inside to mush. We love to eat this fruit and had four in the fridge already, but I will wash these thoroughly (remember the listeria outbreak? I do!), chop them up, and freeze them to make raspberry cantaloupe jam. It’s a big seller and delicious; last year I only made two cases because I put the cantaloupe in those green bags thinking it would prolong their life. Nope, just the opposite…they molded in the bags and I had to throw about eight beauties away. Lesson learned! The ripest are in the fridge and these guys are in the sun room awaiting their fate later today. I am also going to make a batch of beet pickles and big batch of salsa. It will be a busy day in the lab…

I processed over 50 cups of jalapenos yesterday and am miserable; I am beginning to suspect there is an allergic reaction going on here. I wear three pairs of gloves-the thick, dishwashing type, mind you-and while cutting/gutting them, spend the entire time sneezing and coughing; the worst part is my nose-it won’t stop running and if one stops to blow it, two pairs of gloves have to come off before a Kleenex can be used. It got so bad I forgot to take off the gloves and grabbed the tissue while my nose was pouring-I swiped my nose and the glove grazed my lips-OWWWWWW! They burned all day. I finally just used my shirt sleeve and wiped my nose; that’s what laundry is for…worse yet is the washing of the jalapenos. The oils release and it gets really bad in the kitchen-my husband walked through and started coughing-that’s how bad it gets. To solve the problem, I wrap a large bath towel around my face as if I’m a train bandit in the 1800s. It looks dumb but it works by keeping the fumes at bay and catching the snot in my nose. What? You didn’t want to know that? Too bad. They are done for now and will only have to do this one more time-after the killing frost. Until then, they can grow on the plant and turn red; I’m not picking any more until I have to. If they were small or immature, this wouldn’t be a problem, but when they’re huge, red,  and hot, yikes!

Speaking of frost, are we all loving this weather?! I am! I actually had to get water out of the rain barrels to water the peppers and flowers yesterday, but the warmth feels so good and I hope we have this until November. We are due for a long, warm fall; plenty of time to get outdoor projects done, flowers planted, beds cleaned off…all the things that never get done when the snow flies in October. Thank you, Lord!

For those who aren’t on my Facebook, you haven’t heard the great news: I’m fully licensed now! Before I could sell my product at farmers’ markets, friends, etc, but now it can go to the store and I can cater my little heart out as well. Exciting times on the farm…here’s a picture of the big news day:

Today’s is my hubby’s last day before he goes back out west to work so his request for supper tonight? If you guess it on the blog reply, I’ll send/give you a jar of Apple Pie Jam. Good luck!

Snakes, salamanders, and more…


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 19-09-2014

As the song goes, “I don’t like spiders and snakes..”, but honestly, in the Midwest the snake is a Gartner and as harmless as they come. While they may startle me in the garden, I probably startle them more and since they do good things for us such as eating pests, I leave them be. Not so for our dog, Daisy. She loves to kill snakes and is pretty good at it; yesterday on our morning walk/jog/attempt at running, she proudly caught one and showed off to me. It’s pretty obvious what she’s doing-her head is high, tail wagging, and she is strutting around as if she had a prize duck in her mouth. It’s not like we have ever told her ‘good dog’ for getting one, yet she keeps it up. Silly dog.

I was digging potatoes in the gorgeous afternoon yesterday and as I lifted the fork, a big salamander appeared under the potato. Now here I did scream; I think these things are slimy, gross, and have no place in the garden, yet here it was. Who came to my rescue, but good ol’ Daisy…she grabbed it and took care of it. I am kind of hoping she isn’t eating them as I would not look at her the same; we don’t let her lick us but still, she’s a lady and shouldn’t eat things like that. As I write this, I laugh, because this is the same dog who rolls in dead carcasses. Who am I kidding?!

It was also a good day for picking grapes and so ten pounds were harvested from my front grapevine. I only have one, but it provides nice shade for the cats, screens the window from the sun, and well, makes me feel like a wine producer with my one lone plant. Not that I make wine with it; I can the juice and will make something fun with it this winter, or we’ll drink it-it’s way better for one than the stuff in the cans at the store. While I was snipping, the cats were at my feet, either begging for food or affection. Either way it was annoying and yet what did I do? Stop and pet them, which then made them bug me more. Why don’t I learn?! A car pulled up and a man came out with a lovely framed picture of our farm and wanted to know if I was interested. Maybe-except another guy was here last week and sold me a picture sans the frame-the exact picture at a different angle. I’m glad we bought the first one; you can see both my son and me in the garden and the clothes blowing in the wind. I remember working in the garden that morning and seeing the plane; our son had commented that he thought it was google or someone taking a picture. We should have waved…

I will leave you with a picture of a tomato harvested yesterday; it seems to have a nose and reminds me of ‘Olaf’ from Frozen. Enjoy this beautiful weather; normally we have a freeze this weekend so it’s a nice change!



Operation Peter Piper a little too successful…


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 12-09-2014

If you’ve been following my blog (all three of you), then you’ll know I planted the peppers in the front this year instead of flowers to save them from the frost (which by the way didn’t happen last night thankfully) and give them plenty of heat. I harvested a bunch on Wednesday in anticipation of Frost Fright ’14 and was taken aback by how many and how big they were. I have never been able to get red peppers-they usually get frost bitten before they can mature to the deep red, but this year I have a box of them. I would have more had I not picked them, but I guess I’d rather pick them big, green, and unfrozen than get that touch of frost on them. I brought out a five gallon bucket thinking that would suffice for the peppers-that lasted three plants. I have a sun room full of jalapenos and green/red peppers to process and not enough time or me to do them. Baby steps, Bob, baby steps. I am very pleased with the size of both and can’t wait to make all kinds of fun things with them…once again, I will become like Forrest Gump and make stuffed peppers, pepper jelly, raspberry jalapeno jam, Ugly Sister Rhubarb Salsa, onion pepper relish….the list goes on and on.

I went to the capitol yesterday to sell at the Pride of Dakota show there and loved it-good crowds, friendly people and plenty of samples. They cleaned out the peach salsa and onion pepper relish; while I can make more of the latter, the peach salsa is done for the year. The only problem with doing a show like that is I still had to come home and cover everything in the garden in anticipation of the frost. It was almost 8 o’clock by the time I picked up my son from town, so we compromised; we covered half the garden and the other half I irrigated from 4:30-7 am to see if that would work. I did the same with the peppers in front; there’s nothing worse than covering them only to squish the poor things. Well, it worked, but only because it didn’t freeze. Now I’ll never know if that method really does work…and I still have to go out there this morning and take off the covers from the plants we did cover. The politics of gardening…

I am really excited for the Bison game and Game Day coming to Fargo, but I won’t be there; I took a catering job months ago despite knowing it was the Bison opener. I tried to get the gal to change the date but wasn’t very successful. Thank goodness, I guess, for the DVR. It’s all good; I set up a card table, newspaper and twenty pairs of gloves by the tv so I can process peppers while watching the replay. May as well multi-task! Jalapenos and I do not get along very well; between the sneezing and coughing, I wear multiple layers of gloves to avoid it getting on my hands. The first year I didn’t know any better and suffered BADLY from my ignorance. I burned my lips, eyes-anything I touched even after scrubbing my hands burned. It was a bad night.

Well, you know what is waiting for me-the veggies. No sense it putting it off any longer, so it’s time to put on some tunes (duh, 80s of course) layer up on gloves, and get busy. For those high school football fanatics-have fun tonight watching the young men play; it’s what fall is all about. That and harvest. But I digress….


The importance of labeling


Posted by Brenda Gorseth | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 31-08-2014

With four large freezers and two refrigerator freezers, a lot gets frozen here. Most things are easy to figure out and each freezer has a function: one is full of frozen fruit from the garden, one for meat, another is our personal one, and the last is used for catering. Normally I label things if they are an uncertain, such as milk for baking, etc. Once in a while I won’t label an item, thinking, “I’ll remember what that is,” and then I see the container a few months later and wonder what is in it. This philosophy came back to bite me big time yesterday when I was making my delicious Amish iced coffee. I make coffee and almond milk ice cubes once a week and store them in a Ziploc bag-it’s a simple idea which works well. I spied another Ziploc bag a little ways back and though maybe I had made some cubes awhile back and forgot about them; just to be sure, I opened the bag and sniffed them; they smelled coffee-ish, so decided to put three big cubes in my coffee. I started drinking it and thought it had a new taste to it-almost like molasses, and decided it wasn’t terrible, so I kept sipping it as I worked in the kitchen. The sips got harder to enjoy as the ice melted and STILL I couldn’t figure out what was different. With half a glass left, I finally gave up the ghost and dumped it; I simply couldn’t stand to drink it anymore. Then the pondering began; what the heck did I put in that Ziploc bag? It hit me in the afternoon when I was making supper-beef stock cubes. I had made some beef stock awhile back and thought having a few cubes in the freezer would be nice when making soup. YUCK. To think I had that in my coffee and drank half of it. Important lesson learned-label, label, label.

The plumbing and excavating work is done and now the certification process will begin on Tuesday. Here’s what the front flower bed looks like now:

The trick now will be to plant things around it to hide it; if you have any ideas, please let me know. It’s full sun and good soil…I am awful at flower beds which is why I have asked the ‘Master Flower Gardener’ in the family-my sister-in-law. She has the most beautiful beds on their farm and if I could get this one to have a semblance of any of them I’d be in heaven. Vegetables? Love to plant and care for. Flowers? Since I can’t make anything edible out of them, I find them pretty but complicated.

Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous day and the Bison winning was icing on the cake. Those are the kind of fall days I will take from now until November. Sunny skies, low 70s, light breeze-perfect day. The tomatoes are coming around and salsa will be on the agenda Monday-the first of many days of salsa making, I’m certain. We pulled the peas and harvested the last of them, but the beans and cucumbers are still making an effort. I dug up all the garlic to dry and would like to get the potatoes and some of the onions pulled.. I planted 300 in three plantings, so the other two will be before the first frost. The peppers are looking great in the front flower bed; I think that was a great idea and will do it again. They love the heat, black plastic and shelter from the wind. Some are turning red-I have never had that happen before; it usually freezes before that happens.

I am really worried about our cats; it is truly a Peyton Place out there and there is no end in sight. See if you can keep up…The grandma, LaBamba, had a batch of kittens two years ago and produced Tigger. Tigger gave birth last summer to Loki with her dad, Tiger, as the father, who was attacked by a raccoon and died. Loki has stepped in and is sowing his wild oats everywhere; he had a batch of two kittens with his grandma, LaBamba, this spring and she’s due again in a day or two with him as the father again. Meanwhile, he also sired a batch with his mom, Tigger, and she gave birth but must have abandoned them because she is always up at the house and is letting LaBamba’s kittens nurse on her now. Yet two days ago when she wandered up to the house she was hissing at them and LaBamba. Now they are besties out there, with her licking the two spring kittens, letting them nurse, etc. It’s appalling and fascinating at the same time. Winter is coming and it naturally weeds out the weakest ones; we have five right now and will probably have four when winter is over. LaBamba’s fall kittens never make it…nature has a way of working things out. Please don’t suggest spaying/neutering; it’s really expensive to do it and we made that mistake one year…we paid big dollars to spay a cat only to have her disappear a month later. With the coyotes, raccoons, cold winters and more around here, it just doesn’t make sense to us.

Soap opera time is over; enjoy the unofficial last day of summer today/tomorrow, because for Minnesota, school starts on Tuesday!