John the Baptist Takes the Pie

If you are regular reader, you know John the Baptist as our trails man and guardian of all native flora and fauna at Two Terrier Vineyards. Most of his chronicled activities on this blog concern saving Salvia, communing with snakes and taking a blowtorch to invasive species. But John the Baptist has a life away from the Vineyard and it just might not be what you expect. First...

Yes, There is Such a Thing as Being Too ...

If you are a long-time reader of this blog, you’ve no doubt read about our vejus adventures here and here. And you are aware of the influence of Cousin John, our ultra natural friend, who convinced us to embark on this enterprise. That would be Cousin John who is so natural he makes wine out of road kill. Despite the fact that we are farming organically and biodynamically, the...

The Great Verjus Caper

First of all, this was Cousin John’s idea. (Those of you who don’t know Cousin John can do your background research here.) The rest of you know Cousin John as the Sonoma/San Francisco Mr. Natural. He’ll basically try to make foodstuff out of anything. He’s the ultimate hunter-gatherer. Cousin John, if you don’t stop him, will make pemmican or wine from...

Apocalypse Craft

I’ll say it upfront and out loud: I am not a Craft person. I have run up a few curtains in my day. The easy kind that hang from wooden rings and basically involve making four hems. But since the days when I bribed a seventh grade classmate to do my knitting project in Home Ec, I have avoided projects involving needles and trips to Jo-Ann Fabrics. Nope, I’ll garden,...

How My Dad Got the Red Sox Their World S...

Note: I keep rerunning this post because it not only is a tribute to my wonderful Dad. It’s a testament to an incredible friend. And hopefully a roadmap for bringing comfort at the end of a loved one’s life. Think of it as a triple play post. My father was a life-long Red Sox fan. While we lived all over the world during his Army career, whether in Alaska or Germany, he...

Bee Cool

As befitting a farm started by two city slickers, we’ve got another possible town/country rivalry set to start. This one is about bees. Remember back in late March I told you Hector Alvarez of Hector’s Bees had decided our lavender fields were a good place to place some of his hives. One book on Sonoma calls Hector "a gentle man who smells of honey." That's...