An End to the World

It was an unfortunate surprise when finding we had frost again in the lowlands early this morning, and once again glad I’ve not as of yet planted one thing. Someone just told me today, whose father made his living growing flowers and vegetables, that in this part of North Iowa, one should never consider setting out flowers or planting plants in a garden until after May 15th. It doesn’t surprise me, yet in his times, we had much more stable weather patterns than now, and all thanks to climate change.

I was finally afforded enough time this morning, to get the rest of my office accounting done, which was another relief after finishing it up. Since it was still a little quiet, I did another evaluation on a property for a long-term client of mine who’d needed it for his tax preparer.

My next little chore, was to head over to a client’s home and help her break down pasteboard boxes so they could be stacked and tied for carrying. There were more there than I thought, and when finished, I had two weighty packages to haul out to our landfill. As nearly always, whenever helping needful seniors, they’re exceptionally thankful for a few extra hands and muscles I provide. I’ll be doing a little more paying forward over at her home when time permits.

After I left, I drove out to the landfill and deposited those bales in their appointed bin, and when I got weighed, there were 60 lbs of it. Yes, she’d been hanging on to those for far too long, but at least they didn’t go to the garbage, and from what I recently read, cardboard is getting to be a hot market for re-cyclers to where they’re now people stealing it and selling it to “underground” buyers. After reading that article, I have a new respect for the value of pasteboard.

On my way back to office, I stopped at a drive-thru and picked up a small sandwich which I then doctored upon return. I have no clue where all that traffic out on the west-side comes from, but it sure can be annoying when trying to beat those dysfunctional red lights. Oh well, I shouldn’t have been out there during our lunch hour in the first place.

My afternoon was spent getting a listing file readied for a home I’ll be placing on the market this week, and hopefully It’ll go under contract right out of the gates. I’m pretty sure it’ll sell since it’s in a hot price range due to there now being so few to choose from.

I finally got word back from that attorney regarding a payoff I’ve been waiting for, and it sounds like I’ll have it before the end of the week. That nasty corporate bank has been one of the worst to deal with, and if that home does sell, I’ll be glad to have them out of my hair.

One of my clients who lives on an acreage, stopped by with a dozen farm-fresh eggs which he wanted to share with me, but I insisted on paying for them. Oh do I like yard eggs, as it brings back all the fond memories of my youth. Irregardless of what anyone says, you can definitely tell the difference in taste. I forgot to ask him what breeds he has laying, because there were different colors in that carton. I’m still hoping to some day have my own small flock of chickens that’ll keep me in all-natural eggs, and even a chicken in my pot from time to time. I’m sounding like a “Great Depression” tale teller.

I couldn’t help speaking about how some of these “monied” people we have in North Iowa, seem driven to build-out their own country “compounds” to where you almost need a formal invitation to enter, along with being given strict instructions about not taking photos while there. Whenever I hear about places like that, I’m reminded of those South- of-the-Border drug lords who barricade themselves in large estates draped with barbed wire, vicious dogs and multiple guards. What a way to live. Right?

While out and about, I happened to run into someone a bit in the know as to the status of the old Birdsall’s Ice Cream parlor which has been sitting empty for well over a year. From what I gathered, it’s quietly being marketed by one of our City’s attorneys, but what I don’t understand, is why it hasn’t yet been listed with a Realtor so it could be actively marketed and then able to reach more potential buyers. Kinda strange isn’t it?

I’ve been closely watching the fighting that’s been going on between the Palestinians and Israelis, as whenever I hear of such, a chill goes up my spine because I remember reading somewhere a very many years ago, that if there’s to be a war that’ll bring an end to the world we know, it’ll start mushrooming into a global conflict from an out-of-control war over The Temple Mount in Jerusalem. I just got a chill after writing this.

It’s time to share a vintage recipe, and tonight’s is another one from that cookbook. When reading it, I was taken back to when my “old people” would pickle game fish, and
if it’s a similar recipe, and you enjoy pickled fish, you’ll love the taste of this appetizer.

Pickled Fish

  • 2 lbs. fish fillets from any game fish
  • 1/2 cup pickling salt
  • 2 1/2 cups water, divided
  • 2 1/2 cups white vinegar, divided
  • 1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
  • 2 to 3 tablespoons pickling spice
  • 1/2 cup white port wine
  • Thinly sliced onions
  • Powdered allspice (optional)

Cover the fresh fish with brine made from salt dissolved in 2 cups water. Soak for 24 hours. Drain and rinse. Soak fish 24 hours in 2 cups vinegar. Drain and rinse. In a saucepan, combine sugar with 1/2 cup water, 1/2 cup vinegar, pickling spice and port wine. Bring to a boil over low heat, stirring frequently. Remove from heat and cool. Slice fish fillets into serving-size pieces and layer into a large jar alternately with onion slices. Sprinkle each layer with allspice, if desired. Pour cooled sugar and vinegar mixture over all. Cover and refrigerate for 2 weeks. Note: If you have more fish, then double or triple this recipe.

Tonight’s One-liner is: Those who fear the sting of thorns, should never crave a rose.

Joe Chodur

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