They call them pods in Portland, hubs in other places. They’re semi-legit places where your local food purveyors can offer their wares without interference. WE HAVE ONE! It’s next to Mr Fish on Broadway (between Mr Fish and Les Schwab) and the current occupants are Taco El Pueblo, Yo’Mamma’s Fish & Shrimp and our ninja BBQ maestro SOUTHSIDE MIKE who keeps disappearing and reappearing. Right now he’s doing T-F, 11-7 at the Mr FIsh site and Saturdays 12-7 in Old Town. I had his Southsider, a tri-tip san that comes with fries for $11.99. His fries are fabulous.
Drop by soon to support our local food truck culture, and our local entrepreneurs.
I spent several hours at the Humboldt County Fair on Monday and I was alarmed at how few people I saw there. Granted I was at a Humboldt Democrats’ booth which was WAY out of the main area, but I really expected to see more people, especially since it was Kids’ Day. Maybe I was just in a bad mood, but the usual array of hats and doodads for sale seemed more tacky than ever and when I went looking for lunch, there didn’t seem to be any choices. I found a Mexican family doing decent street tacos, but not much else. Where was the BBQ? Where the gyros? There was one booth doing Chinese but the pickings were lean.
Why is the Fair food so awful? It seems the food vendors, like the handbag vendors, crawl around from Fair to Fair with their funnel cakes but in places like Humboldt, where the local food far outshines anything that could be trucked in, why not showcase our local foods? Where was Southside Mike? Where was Sammy’s? Where was Rita’s? There will be races today and hopefully the attendance will pick up. If you go, tell us how you liked it.
By the way, I took a poll of the few folks who stopped by the table. I talked with 10 folks who were definitely voting for Hilary and one gentleman who said he just couldn’t bring himself to vote for her. I talked him into voting for Gary Johnson instead. It wasn’t hard.
Our chickens are growing up. The three babies that we had in a bin on the dining room table are now outside full time. We finished clearing out the space on the side of the house and now we have a lovely chicken run. It has quite a few plants for shade and for snacks., and plenty of room to run around. They definitely like greens and I’d get tired of the chicken food, too. It looks like gravel and probably tastes like it too but they love it. Southside Mike, who lives over on Glenwood, warned me about hawks so Jon has rigged up netting over the space to deter them.
Their day begins at 7am when I go out to open their little enclosure. They don’t mind being penned up. When the silky was the only one outside she’d go into the cat carrier we used as a chicken house of sorts, and wait for someone to lock her up. Now that there are three others, they take longer to settle down but they’re the easiest animals to manage I’ve ever seen. I feed them in the morning and again around 6 or 7 so they’ll mosey back into their enclosure. They seem to smell that dry feed; somehow they know when you’ve replenished it. There is a lot of chatter before they go to sleep. Are they catching up on each others’ days? They’ve been together the whole time. They spend their days poking around the space. There are plants, a big table with more plants to afford them shelter, some higher points where they can perch, some shady spots, some sunny spots. They seem happy.
Now that they are teenagers, their appearance has changed . The little yellow chick is becoming a beautiful white bird with black markings. The smallest, the brown one, has developed a gorgeous chestnut color with tiny golden chevrons and the big black one is going to be HUGE. But I love the siiky best of all. I love her white fluffy feathers, her dopey look with that topknot, the fluffy feathers all up and down her legs and between her toes as she steps so high and deliberately.
I don’t know if we’ll ever get any eggs and I don’t care. We have chickens. Our house is complete.