Welcome to the "Rancho Relaxo" blog for June. This month's issue is much closer to being on time but things are still rather hectic around here and the dust usually never settles. We’re still busier than a coon dog with a pound of hot dogs and three buttermilk biscuits.
Anyway, the Ol' Rooster and Ol' Hen just wanted to share what's happening here at our humble rancho nestled in the pining-for-green golden foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. We've had no, and expect no, rain for a long time. Our rainy season is gonzo so we don't get our hopes up at all. The other side of the high Sierras did get a couple of thunderstorms 30 miles east of us which will keep the fish happy in the Kern River. The Tule River is stocked with trout and Lake Success is full to the brim thanks to a new spillway (our tax dollars at work). The plan is to go fishing on my next...day off.
We've been spared any major concerns so, tired as we may be, we're quite happy to be here with all body parts in place and at least functioning (to whatever slow degree). The chickens are laying, the dogs are barking, the Freestar is running like new, it's yard sale season, so life is good. Thanks for dropping in at the Rancho Relaxo happy huevos industrial complex.
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We needed to go to our hangar at the airport so I stopped by here when I saw this little cutie sitting outside a familiar hangar. This is a "straight back" 1961 Cessna 172 that has the four cylinder 180hp Lycoming O-360 upgrade with the constant speed prop. It came stock with the six cylinder 145 hp Continental O-300 and a fixed pitch prop. It's also the first year that 172's came with a swept tail. This is one of the sister ships to the 172 I used to rent from "Del-Air" (that's their sign on the hangar in the background). Adding the extra 35 hp makes that ship really want to fly. They are difficult to see but the wing has "wing fences". These, along with the "bat wing" wing tip additions, help maintain stability when the airplane is nearing stall speed. I think the stall speed is lowered a couple of knots, too. While not a true "STOL" aircraft, these are really nice additions to the plane. I loved flying that fast and sweet plane. One favorite place we flew to was Oceano Airport (L52): only one hour away in the 172. I vaguely recall posting that trip on the blog many years ago. That 172 was sold several months ago and "Del-Air" no longer rents aircraft. Bummer.
This is one of my yard sale/estate sale finds. It's a vintage Emerson MBR-1 Short Wave Radio. It's an extremely capable receiver which sports Short Wave 4MHZ - 12MHZ, Aircraft Band, VHF Marine Band, AM Broadcast, FM Broadcast, CB Band (11M/27Mhz, and Weather Band (VHF 162.4-162.55). It also receives the defunct Television Band (analog). Power is AC/DC which means that it's portable by using 6 D cell batteries. It also has a direction finder antenna on the top and PA capability so you can plug in a microphone and use it as an amplifier. There is an auxiliary antenna jack in the front. I don't have room for it so it just sold on Craig's List. I have other rigs that can do what this one can do.
We saw the smoke from this fire in the distance as we departed Porterville on Highway 190 and headed home. When we came around the curve just past "Success Market" (where the "Lakeside Market" used to be), we saw the source of the fire and a few CalFire rigs on scene. It was a well-developed grass fire. Equipment was still rolling in when we got there.
Here's one of the Grumman S-2FT fire bombers from the Forestry fire attack base at the Porterville Municipal Airport. When he flew over, things got interesting for the Minnicks. We got bombed with fire retardant! Getting hit by a 500-gallon water balloon was definitely a first!
For the ex-pats, the building to the left is the old gas station that has seen numerous incarnations over the previous decades. It has been a storage yard and a tree nursery but it has sat forlorn for many years at a time. Lately, there has been some activity but I can't attest to what it means. The little gazebo and the fence in front are recent additions. Looks like someone's BBQ grill may have gotten loose and started a fire.
Here's what a "fire proof" car looks like. It got washed off the next day. The old folks were too tired to deal with it at the time. It's harmless to the paint. You'll notice that the driver's window is not red. That's because it was down while yours truly was taking pictures and not watching the sky for fire bombers. My arm was wet and a tad red so it's fire proof too.
Good thing that this red stuff isn't overspray!
This is "Big Bertha" the freeze dryer. She up and decided to be "Big Headache" so she needed an attitude adjustment. This is all 200 pounds of her neatly boxed up and awaiting a FedEx pick-up truck. It was "long batching" and it couldn't be resolved with troubleshooting methods. So, it's off to "Harvest Right" in the Beehive State, Utah. She'll be gone about a month. She'll be missed because this is harvest season when Rancho Relaxo is flush with green and fruity things. Our chickens will make sure that most of it won't go to waste.
Tip O’ The Day
“Some of us got it and some of us ain’t” (Roy Clark)
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Holy chicharrones, Batman! It’s June already!! Doesn’t that just make you want to hock your "Vita-Mix"?! And, it's only 202 days until Christmas!! *SIGH*. Moving long to the Rancho Relaxo report......
We're still spring cleaning here at the rancho (last spring's cleaning, of course). One chore was to spiff up the stairs. That means that we had to break out the Orrick XL which is the smaller version of the big Orrick rug sucker. I call it the “mini-sucker” while the larger one is “the big sucker”. So, it was my job to start sucking. Fortunately, I didn’t suck at vacuuming the stairs so Connie the Canner was pleased with the all the sucking I did. I did such a good job that I didn't even have to redo the job. That would have sucked.
Kin folks at Rancho Relaxo
Because of everyone's busy schedule and because of many of our relatives live far away (1,000-1,700 miles is pretty far), we don't get to seem them very often. So, you can imagine how pleased we were to have the opportunity to have Connie's brother, Chris, his wife, Carol, and his son, Jim stay with us for a couple of days! They were heading back to Texas where they had recently moved to. They had lived in Corona, CA for decades prior to the move.
For dinner, we simply had to knock over the local hamburger joint, "The Hamburger Stand", in Springville. The food is great there and so are the folks running the place. It wasn't intentional but we actually closed the place down. Lot's of yakking going on.
That night, after the burger feast, though they were still on "Tulsa Time" (CST - they live not far from San Antonio), we talked until after midnight. That's also way past my and Connie's bedtime (PST) so, after all of the great fellowship, we all called it a night.
For breakfast, we knocked out some of our famous "Rancho Eggs" from the vaunted "Henhouse Hilton", toast, fried taters (much like potatoes but with lots more TLC [grease] involved), fried pork belly (think bacon or salt pork but thicker and more like pork steak) and coffee for those who were so inclined. It's par for the course for the old folks to stay close to the southern style of breakfast when we can, don'tcha know.
They were on a timeline so the morning was gone only to quickly. It was "Adios" and huggies all around then they drove off into the clear, bright, sunny day. It was super to see them again since we hadn't seen them in so long.
Our hope is to see them again when head back to Texas sometime this fall when we finally get a.....day off. Connie's two other brothers, Steve and Roger, both live next door to Chris and Carol so it'll be a family reunion of sorts. We're looking for the great fellowship but also the great Texas food! Roger is known for his great (and I mean great!) cook outs at the his airport in Kingsbury!
More on that on another posting. But, the Ol' Rancher would love to just eat his way through Texas! The first place we'll start is the "Grist Mill" in Gruene (near New Braunfels) on the Guadalupe River. That place is unreal!! When we were there the first time, they almost had to grab a block and tackle to get me out of there! The food and service was over the top super and everything was pure TEXAS!
Another place is similarly super. It's "Cold Springs Restaurant" about 5 miles away from the "Grist Mill" and it's also in New Braunfels. Then there is "The Market" BBQ house in Luling 11 miles east of Kingsbury. That's a place that is hard to leave even if you are stuffed to gunnels with BBQ'd meats! Folks haul their hunger on down there from Austin (40 miles) and San Antonio (50 miles)! They are quite famous! I had actually read about this place in a travelogue magazine a couple of years prior getting to make a greasy mess there. That was in California at the time! Who woulda thunk that, a couple of years later, they would have a new biggest fan?! Oh, man!
It's difficult to describe just how good these places in Texas are! Whether it's steak and fries, catfish and fries, BBQ'd brisket and sausages, or just a big ol' huge hamburger and fries; you just can't get any better chow, no how! Ain't no way your backbone and belly will be bumping into each other after a gnash fest at any one of them (thank you, Guy Clark!)!
This is to not even mentioning the rest of the many great places in Seguin and all points within a 25 mile radius! If we're not mindful on our vacation, it'll take a month just getting to the Texas/Oklahoma border, another month to get to Tulsa, and then another month in Tulsa! In Tulsa, we may start with "Goldies" burger place then "Famous Dave's" and "Ike's Chili" after that! Whooooo doggies!
Chickening: A Real Wild Time or The Last Feral Hen
Dump, to the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump (to the tune of the "William Tell Overture". Singing in E Major not required)
When we pick up our produce trimmings, we get from 8 to 16 boxes twice per week. Just exactly what can you do with that many boxes that, by and large, are not configured for anything else but produce? Right: you cut them down and haul them to the dump.
After loading Wooly Pully to the gunnels with boxes and ratchet strapping them down, it was off to the Springville Transfer Station about a mile east of the rancho. Because the load consisted solely of boxes the job wasn't a back breaker and not even a really good cardio workout. But, this is Rancho Relaxo and things were about to change.
The next day, it was regular trash time. But, there was a catch and that catch was that the cans were overloaded and didn't have their lids on them when it rained not long ago. The cans were dumped over to help empty them of water (at 8.34lbs per gallon) but a lot of water had soaked into the trash. There are twelve cans but we can only take eight at a time. That was good because each can weighed more than a hundred pounds.
To help with that muscle-bruising project, our rancho rampo was deployed. It's a two-hinge aluminum ramp that fits nicely at the back of trailer. The elephantine trash cans were walked, dragged, and shoved up the ramp until they were all onboard. Now, that was a full cardio workout, let me tell you! After strapping down the requisite tarp (it costs extra if your load isn't covered), it's break time!
After the break, it was off to the transfer station where all the trash was hauled off the trailer and into the huge sea-train type containers (after paying the $25.00 fee, first....grumble grumble). It'll be awhile before the Ol' Rancher will be in the mood for that much work again.
Sale'ing
It's yard sale season but, for whatever reason, we didn't have the usual crop of yard sales popping up on just about every corner. We've managed to pick up a few super deals so far but the number of sales themselves have been pretty sparse. The weather hasn't been all that hot which has extended the season somewhat but folks seem to not have gotten the hint. When the real heat hits, not many people will be braving the ordeal of hosting a yard sale.
It's Biscuit Time in P'ville or Good gravy!
When mostly through with our shopping and bill paying list during an early morning jaunt down the hill, we decided to break for breakfast. Connie had the marvelous idea that we should knock over "Carl's Jr.". Well, let me tell you, fellow hound dogs and hound dogesses, much experience has led to the belief that "Carl's Jr." is the joint to go if your behind in your biscuits and gravy rations!
Let's give you the back story on this. If you do a bit of homework, you'll note that "Carl's Jr." and "Hardys" is one and the same outfit (think, "Hellmans" and "Best Foods"). Well, this old biscuit chaser lived in Tulsa, OK a couple of times and has been to Texas no few times and has become quite an expert concerning biscuits and gravy. It's not about being picky; it's about being good. Either the dang thang (no relation to the Vietnamese madam of the same name) is good or it's landfill. Thankfully, those places that are still in business have mastered the concept and aim to make sure that their customers return. That's me and that's why, after dining on "Hardys" biscuits no few times, the choice for a B&G breakfast is "Carl's Jr.". He's back!
The "Black Bear" restaurant is good but only comes close because they're not as dialed in as some places. "Boss Hogg's" in Exeter is a place that shouldn't be forgotten; they're the real deal! They do a great job of it, too, and the service is great! Sadly, not everyone actually knows what a "real" biscuit and what its taste and texture should be. Making biscuits is about the same as trying to interpret which abuela's menudo recipe is the best. That's why it's fun to hunt around for the best one in the area.
It was almost time to change from the breakfast menu to the lunch menu. That meant that they would have gravy left over and would just have to dump it (oh, how I hate to see good gravy wasted!). So, wanting to do my part to not waste good gravy, when the order was made, I made sure that the guy behind the counter knew that I wanted my biscuits buried in rescued gravy so that they'd be good and dead (I would hate to have one of my biscuits crawl off the plate, wouldn't you?). I figured he wouldn't mine using up the rest of his good gravy on me. He grinned and complied. The order came as requested and with a hot cup of coffee so it ended up being a really fulfilling and enjoyable breakfast that morning.
When we moved from Rockford, IL back to California in '74, we stopped at a small truck stop in New Mexico. It had been a terribly long time since I had "real" biscuits and gravy and was longing to dig into a big pile of that wonderful stuff. So, without even looking at the menu, I ordered up. The nice server looked at me a little strangely and asked what I ordered. "Biscuits and gravy", was the reply. Guess what? She had never heard of that! Reckon she was one of them Yankees from that far eastern country called "New England".
Another shocker on the trip was when stopping for lunch somewhere in Arizona (probably Kingman) Even though I-40 went right by this town, I had to track down a taco! That was really weird. They didn't have a "Taco Bell" yet.
Well....there you have it: another short episode of the long happenings at Rancho Relaxo (aka “Dos Acres”): home of Rancho Ran, the world's least-most greatest authority: home of Connie the Canner, the world's greatest side-kook and CEE (Chief of Everything Else); together we are the Yo-Yo twins who are always forgetting things and having to return to the rancho for something. We are home to our one duck that we try to keep in a row (which is difficult since he's retarded). Our home is where the air always smells and where alliteration reigns supreme: where being modern is optional and where there are no slaves to fashion: where the eggs are always mostly fresh: where things can get...interesting: where it's all news to us and where...you just never know.