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Wine a Little? OK!

We did not make it to the Little Falls Cheese Festival, because we became preoccupied with decorating our front porch for Halloween (pictures to follow) (preview of coming attractions). However, once we had some lights hung, we decided to drive to Little Falls Elks Lodge for a wine tasting.

Good wine, nice lady.

Our poured was Meghan Tracy from Ann Street Liquors in Little Falls. She was very knowledgeable about the wines and what they would pair with.

We started with a New York State wine, a semi dry Riesling from Wagner’s Vineyards. I thought it tasted New Yorky, which is a quality I like. Wagner’s also offers a sweet and a dry Riesling. I need to look for the dry one.

We went on to a Giesen Sauvignon Blanc. This was also very nice. It comes from Marlboro, New Zealand, where they say all the best Sauvignon Blancs are from (not that I know who “they” are).

Both whites would be good with softer cheeses. The red wines we tasted would be good with harder, aged cheeses such as provolone and cheddar.

We first tried Bonterra Merlot, a California wine. I found it very smooth, not at all heavy. The last wine we tried was Atteca, a red wine utilizing Grenache grapes. I liked it best of the four.

We enjoyed the tasting very much, and decided to go home via Ann Street Liquors, to take a bottle home with some folks from other contributors.

Late, Lame, Where’s My Coffee?

When I mustered the oomph to make some semblance of a post early yeasterday, I had every intention of mustering oomph enough for a Lame Post Friday post later. It should come as no surprise that I did not. So here I sit on my couch, prior to 6 a.m., pecking into the Tablet with not much to say. Come on, coffee! Kick in and give me some semblance of a brain!

Where’s Tiffany?

I snapped this gem at Harborfest in Frankfort, NY last Saturday. I thought Chuckie might pep up my post a little.

Good doggy!

And here is more Harborfest fun. The larger skeleton was a wolf, who howled when you clapped. Sweet!

These pictures are apropos, because my husband Steven and I want to decorate our porch for Halloween soon. But when? I work all week, and on the weekend, Mohawk Valley Adventures beckon! Well I will see what I can do. But first, more coffee.

I’ve Got a Lot of Blogging to Do

So I managed some semblance of a post for Monday, then I missed three days. In my defense, I have no defense (I think I used that as a headline once). I do not have much time now (must get ready for work), so I will throw in a few pictures and call it a post.

Multi-talented!

We saw an awesome musician at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort Wednesday night. Steven said, “You must write about him!”

Sweet ride!

Did I mention Harborfest in Frankfort? It featured a great car show.

Loved these!

And this is from two weeks ago at a vendor show at the Grand Rehabilitation and Nursing in Ilion. Did I blog about that? I really must review my recent posts and fill in the gaps.

In the meantime, here is a short post, and thank you for tuning in.

I Don’t Have a Problem with Monsters

Am I having a problem with posting every day? Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I am having a lot of problems these days, and yet I hesitate to post about them. For one reason, it is so tiresome to do nothing but complain. For another reason, my mother reads this blog. I do not want her to worry.

Quick, post a picture of a monster. It is Monday after all.

It will cost you an arm and a leg!

This is not actually a monster, but a picture from a monster movie of a fellow who does not survive an encounter with a monster. Quite frankly, the guy was asking for it, although I try not to judge. The movie, by the way, is The Brain that Wouldn’t Die. We just watched it again yesterday.

“Rise and shine, master!”

I gave up trying to find a related picture and threw in my favorite, Nosferatu. He looks like he’s resting comfortably. I actually think that is Harker with him, not Renfield. I’ll need to watch that movie again.

Who me? Drink wine?

Tip #2: Know when to give up and make a Monstrous Monday Post instead.

My Brain is a Lame Metaphor

I am not even going to apologize for making my Lame Post Friday post on Saturday morning. I have been missing a day here and there, and I feel bad about that. Apparently not bad enough to go ahead and post every day, but these things happen.

This morning I feel drained. We had a full day yesterday. We plan more shenanigans today. I am just now taking my first sips of coffee. I feel a glimmering of life returning to my body if not my mind.

The fact is, I have once again been having the damnedest time writing. I just squeezed that second paragraph out, wringing it from my brain drip by painful drip (side note: autocorrect made (“brain drip” be “raindrop.” I hate officious editors!). It also took some effort to make that a metaphor instead of a simile. I prefer metaphor.

Speaking of metaphor, here is a longtime saying of mine. When somebody says, “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” I say, “You catch the most flies of all with a pile of shit.” After they stop laughing, I say, “And who wants to catch flies?” Also, “Give me a metaphor, I’ll beat it till it screams.”

Well, that’s 200 words. Autocorrect made “200” be “00.” Everybody’s a critic!

Briefly, about Brewvey’s

I mentioned Brewvey’s Bites in yesterday’s post. I saw them again the very next day at a vendor fair at the Grand Rehabilitation and Nursing in Ilion, NY.

I was happy to see them!

I was glad they were there, because I was hungry! Steve and I both got cheeseburgers with chips (Lay’s plain, yum!). The bun was toasted. Yummy!

Food trucks seem to pop up all over the place these days: Herkimer Downtown Chowdown, Food Truck Frenzy, and at local breweries. I will definitely look for Brewvey Bites again.

Other good stuff to try!

This is a short post, but you’ll have that. I need to leave soon for a meeting of Ilion Little Theatre Club. Yes, I am trying to get some theatre back in my life. It should be good for a blog post or two. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Frogs and Beer, What’s Not to Like?

Last Friday Steven and I went to Route 51 Beer Belly Bob’s Discount Beverage Center for a tasting with Frog Alley Brewing Company of Schnectady.

We like frogs, and we like beer!

We tasted Vienna Lager, Squints Sour, Harvest Ale, and Mohop IPA. I pronounced all of them yummy. We decided to purchase the Harvest Ale, because it was seasonal.

Rich and Eric.

Rich and Eric, the guys from Frog Alley, were really nice. They told us stuff about the beer and brewing process, and they gave us each a frog sticker!

It all sounded yummy!

Also present was the food truck Brewvey Bites. We had other plans for dinner (this was the night we went to the Brass Tack in Frankfort to hear the Posers), but I took a picture and promised to look for them at future events (it happened soon!)(Preview of Coming Attractions).

Beer Belly Bob’s is located at 70 Otsego St., Ilion NY. They are open 9 a.m. to p.m. Monday through Thursday, 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Sunday. You can follow them on Facebook to find out about future tastings.

It’s The Posers!

No doubt you have heard of Wordless Wednesday. Well, yesterday I was going to attempt a Silent Sunday. I succeeded beyond expectations by not posting at all. Oops. Today I will try for a Mute Monday and use some of the pictures I took last weekend.

It’s The Posers!

These were taken at The Brass Tack in Frankfort, NY, last Friday., where my husband, Steve, and I enjoyed music by The Posers. Yay!

The bass and drums are the backbone of the band.
But everyone is important to the sound.
He was tickled, or perhaps playing by ear.

A wonderful time was had by all.

I Don’t Rock the Iron Rock

So I ran the four and a half mile Iron Rock Run, and I am not sure what I can say about it. As I was actually running it, I was not having as much fun as I has hoped. For one reason, it was hot and sunny. There was not enough shade and not enough breeze.

Still, one must put up with these things. I was running faster than my accustomed pace, but that is normal for race days, I think for most people. I wore my Garmin so kept checking my speed, time and distance. I kept telling myself it was OK to slow down, but I tried not to do so.

The dogs did not run.

Steve took this shot while waiting for me to cross the finish line. We petted those nice labradoodles before the race. He thought he had gotten a picture of me running, but apparently he did not.

After the race we sat in Iron Rock Brewing Company and listened to a band. There was to be another band later, but we did not stay. I wanted to go home and shower.

They were good.

On our way out, I took a picture of the sign with the band’s name. It occurred to me that people don’t write things down any more; we just take pictures.

I’ll catch Jimmy Wolf another time.

I don’t rule out doing the Iron Rock Run again, if they make it an annual thing. I’ll try to train a little better next time.

Pre-Race Lame Post (with a Dull Title)

Yes, it is another late Lame Post Friday post. So sue me (just to say something different from “judge me”). I am lounged on my couch, pecking into the Tablet with the stylus (which I have managed not to lose too many times this week), listening to the rain.

Normally I would be thinking about going on my run by now (halfway through my second cup of coffee, by the way). It is not merely the rain which deters me this morning. This afternoon I plan to participate in the inaugural Iron Rock Run at Iron Rock Brewing Company in Little Falls, NY.

The event is a benefit for Little Falls Food Pantry. I made an additional donation when I registered, as I am sure many runners did. The race is directed by Rock City Runners, who also sponsor the Little Falls Turkey Trot and my beloved Reindeer Run 5K.

I confess to feeling a little nervous about the run. I feel I have not trained as well as I might have. Then again, one can almost always do more, often at the expense of something else one wants or needs to do. That will count as my half-baked philosophy for the day.

Additionally , I have a tendency on these runs to “leave it all on the track” (in the words of an admired drill sergeant in my past). I run harder and faster than I think I am capable of, especially at the end. I start my final sprint too soon and finish up making terrible noises with my breathing. I kind of make a spectacle of myself. I do not know if more training would prevent this.

Perhaps later I can make a post about the run. Or I may blog about hearing our favorite band The Posers at the Brass Tack in Frankfort. I was also carbing up, by the way.