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Send us your tired, your infirm, your weak. . . and we will make Blue Grass!

 Weekend up at the family farm town for the 4th ever Shelbina Blue Grass Fest.

And all visits to said farm town require at least one visit to Martha's.
And the fact that nothing else we tried was open meant we ate at Martha's four times.

 Martha's will never earn any stars for it's cuisine but it does fill you up and it is local. And you can get it anyway you like as long as it is fried.

 Main St. Shelbina.

 Still some nice old houses in town.

 Okay, so. . . the reason we headed up to the farm in the first place was to catch the Blue Grass music this weekend. I figured if it was into it's fourth year it must be getting pretty good. Right?

Well, on Sat., it was suppose to kick off at ten a.m. We arrived about ten forty-five.
We weren't expecting Rolling Stone type crowds, but we were expecting more than just us two.
So we asked the tall lady in a purple t-shirt who seemed pissed and in charge, when the music was going to start. Without reply she sprinted off to where we assumed she would be inquiring of the musicians why they hadn't started yet.
She said they wouldn't be long.
We said we would come back in a little while.
We came back nearer noon time to find about the same situation.

Now this poster is how it was billed and how we were expecting it to be.
Two open stages, 10 - 5, then dinner, then more music.

This is what we got by noon time.
Now we did expect the weather, rain, to play a factor in how it would go. But not to the extent that it did.

But around noon musicians did start showing up.
One     at     a      time.

Most having trouble walking, some actually aided by a device of some kind.

 Some were very stooped and bent.

 Some arrived aided by a golf cart and walker.

It wasn't looking good for a fifth year of Blue Grass Fest.

 But slowly they did arrive.

And once they got playing there was nothing infirm about their performance.
Where bent backs delivered them, dancing fingers provided very accomplished music.

This man slowly walked over with his stool and sat down.
Hardly anything on him moved during the performance except his fingers. And boy did they move.

And most of the time you could tell they didn't care if anyone was there to watch. They were just having fun.
Much of the time they didn't even face the six of us sitting in the stand.

The music was great.

 It didn't hurt that there was Ice Cream.

 And the rain only made it easier to clean Ice Cream off of sticky hands.

 A third of the crowd.

 Old tractors.

 We even had to help hang a tarp so the band could go back on.

 Rain play.

 Riding the barrels between storms.

 Weather forced them inside after a while.
Still didn't care if they had an audience.
The most eclectic festival I have ever been to.

The fish dinner was excellent.

It never did take on a festival atmosphere.
More just a bunch of people getting together on a rainy Saturday.

 "The corn is as high, as Johnny Blings eye. . .!"

Sunday found us finding old family churches and graves.

Prairie View.

Great Grandma's side of the family.

Not related.
But what I found interesting was that this guy fought in the Civil War, fighting with single shot rifles, and lived long enough to see the First World War and the advent of airplanes in war.

 Another family church.

 Old trucks

 Ghost town.

 Finally! Berry picking at the farm.

Yum!

New post on the Log Blog page. . . .

And if they weren't man's best friend already. . . this would set it in stone.. . . .

Based on beer choice. . . I would have to go with Australia or Belgium. Poor USA and England.

Beers of the World Cup.

"I said yes to every one!" Finally a test I aced.

11 "Modern Antiques" Today's kids have probably never seen.

A new favorite. . .

Alan Ingham

My mom has been pushing the perks of this brew for decades. . . . although we have never tried this recipe.

The Cocktail made for Sunny Summer Day Drinking.

Photo credit: StockFood / Foodcollection

The shandy is a mighty thing: The beer-citrus-sugar hybrid is ideal for porch sessions and barbecues, it’s easy on the eyes, and it’s a snap to execute.

And although the golden elixir pictured here looks at first to be simply, you know, beer, it’s secretly So Much More. Shandies are:

Ideal for work parties. This glass has got the look of a full drink, right? But it’s a chameleon: Typically a good glug of it is lime or lemon juice. That means you’re staying a good quarter drink behind the boss lady. Now just remember to stay that way. (Put down that tequilashot. Do it.)

Food-friendly. Pilsner, which the below shandy recipe employs, is a famously food pairing-friendly beer. And citrus is such a flexible flavor that you can be just as happy sipping this alongside a platter of salmon or a few carnitas tacos.

You can tweak it in cool historical ways. As this Saveur article notes, there’s a British variation of the shandy involving equal parts beer and ginger beer (with no citrus) called the shandygaff, which may trace right on back to Henry VIII! 

Really pretty. There’s a lot to be said for a golden glint of sunshine creeping into your shandy as you sip one outside. A lot.

Lime Shandies
From Everyday Food
Makes 4

1/4 cup fresh lime juice
4 teaspoons sugar
4 light-bodied beers, such as pilsner
Lime wedges, for garnish

In a small bowl, whisk together lime juice and sugar until sugar dissolves. Divide mixture among 4 tall glasses and top with beer. Garnish each with a lime wedge and serve immediately.

More recipes from Everyday Food

Source
History of the Shandy

Another not seen by me but now I can thanks to social networks. . . .

My dad and my mother's mom. Selby England probably late 40's or very early 50's.
The house is still standing.

Further mermaid sightings. . . .

First mermaid of the season spotted. . . .

Rachel Carson would have been 107 today. . .

. . . however, she only lived to be 56.
Credited with being a key figure in the advancement of the environmental movement.
And although she does have her (conservative) critics, her contributions to awareness can hardly be argued.

Rachel Carson

What has always amazed me about people like Rachel Carson is how much they seem to get done in their short lives, almost seeming like they know they will die young.

History is dotted with people who leave a mark on the world yet die very young.

Looking way to serious

Thanks John N. for the photo. I guess you can tell I haven't been in my boat for awhile.

Look closely, . . . what else do you see?

Once you see it, you will wonder how you missed it.

Ah! Spring.

 Saturday found us fairly early at the CO-OP getting plants for Grandma's garden.

 The flowers are already in full swing.

 But not so the veggies.
So we got busy.
Daughters job this year was to plant the tomatoes.

Grandma supervising after knee surgery.

 Off to a good start.

 But Grandma couldn't just watch the whole time.

 Daughter was real proud of how dirty her hands got.

 Half way done.

Ice Cream break after 24 plants!

Well done.