On Labor Day weekend, I mentioned some friends came over and helped us with a summer honey extraction. Ian, Kristina and Jenny are all absolute troopers, always willing to lend a helping hand when it comes to all things apiary (and beyond; these are, as it’s said around these parts, “good people”).What I didn’t have in that post were photos of the extraction process itself, but now I do (courtesy of Ian himself)! To see many, many more images from that day, go here.

Alright, friends. It’s time to chat chickens!!!!

I’m prepping for the “Backyard Chickens” class I’ll be teaching tomorrow evening at the local community college and that got me thinking that I need to post my next class chez English. So, let’s engage in a bit of “fowl language,” to borrow from the title of my very clever friend Kristina‘s column in Chickens magazine.

This is a great time of year to start talking about chickens. If you’ve got them, we’ll discuss things to survive the winter intact. If you’re thinking of getting them, we’ll discuss what’s involved in sourcing chicks and caring for them. In short, we’ll go from chick to layer-comb to toes, as it were.

So, here’s the details:
*We’ll meet out here on October 15th (leaf peeping season!!!)
*The class will run from 11-2 p.m..
*Class cost is $40 per person.
*Lunch will be provided, along with beverages, and is included in the cost, along with hand-outs.
*Size is limited to 15 people.

If you’re interested in attending, let me know in your comment. Please be sure to leave a means of contacting you there, as well, or, if you’d prefer to keep your information private, just shoot me an email at: ashleyadamsenglish(at)gmail(dot)com. Also, if you have any dietary concerns (vegetarian, vegan, gluten-free, hate raw onions, etc.), let me know in your comment please.

See some of you soon, hopefully! And, to really dangle a carrot in front of you, let me just tell you that it is absolutely GORGEOUS out here that time of year. Just sayin’….

What a time we had in St. Paul! Not only was the Creative Connection Event itself inspiring, invigorating, and infectious, Huxley was a total champ, Midwesterners offered up their customary kindness, and the food scene was totally off the hook.

Since so much of my time was taken up with the conference itself, we tried to make our meals outside of the event truly memorable. Boy, were they ever. Next to the hotel itself was the stellar Senor Wong, an Asian/Latin-fusion joint. Hubs declared their sweet potato fries the best to have ever passed his lips, while I will never, ever forget their Yuzu curd with meringue (I die!).

Friday morning found us at the iconic Mickey’s Diner, where the pancakes were fluffy, the accompanying butter house-made, the coffee hot and served in those diner mugs possessed of such perfect heft, and the waitress both curt and kind all at once. We loved it.

For lunch, we stopped at Heartland Market Cafe. While we’d love to have dined at the main restaurant (whose rotating menu is built around seasonal, local foods), attempting to do so with a wiggly, wily baby seemed like no one’s idea of a good time. Instead, we enjoyed sandwiches filled with in-house cured meats and seasonal condiments, locally brewed sodas, perfect cappuccinos, an expert Russian tea cake (for me) and a spot-on berry-topped cheesecake (for Hubs).

Saturday morning, after I’d wrapped up my morning breakfast/panel discussion, we walked over to the St. Paul downtown farmer’s market. Not only was it one of the most well-patronized markets I’ve ever witnessed, the prices on display were truly jaw-dropping. Many of the booths were run by Asian farmers, offering the traditional autumnal roots and tubers alongside ethnic specialties, like bitter melon and sour herb (whatever that is-I want to know…)

We rounded the corner in search of somewhere to eat after leaving the market only to run into Potter’s Pasties & Pies. A food truck run by a married Brit and a Minnesotan (brand new parents as of the 15th!!!), Potter’s offers AMAZING meat and veggie hand pies. We sampled the following before collapsing into grunts and groans of gustatory delight: The Traditional-minced beef, carrots, potatoes, onions and gravy; The Pig-braised pulled pork, apples, onions and coriander (this one garnered the most amount of “oh my god!” exclamations-they have magical ways with pork, these Potter folk); and their Sausage Roll-sausage rolled up in pastry dough. If Asheville had such a food truck, I’d be tempted to work them into my daily routine.

While our foray in St. Paul was brief, it was nonetheless bright and blissful. If you’d like to see more images from some of the places mentioned above (as well as Huxley looking incredibly happy at the incomparable Minnesota Children’s Museum, where we went twice on Friday, so great was his love for the place), go here, here, here, and here.

Almost a year ago, we threw our forthcoming wee one a shindig, and dubbed it a Nugget Warming (for those of you new to this blog, “Nugget” was Huxley’s in utero nickname). We’d had two other baby showers thrown for us, but we wanted to put our personal spin on things, cook up a mess of seasonal, local food, and gather around the fire ring with a smattering of our nearest and dearest. You can read about the hijinks, shenanigans and general merriment that surrounded the event here.