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Vinegar and Kim Kardashian
Dec. 6th, 2015 09:09 amErrands in Fishkill yesterday.
After they were done, we took a detour to Our Lady of the Resurrection, a little monastery in LaGrange that’s famous for its artisanal vinegars, made in accordance with an ancient medieval recipe . The monks sell these vinegars to the public twice a year, and yesterday was one of those dates.
The monastery is a really odd little place – this hippie house that looked to have been built in the 1970s around this old stone wall that appeared to be from Revolutionary War times. Couldn’t get a good photograph.
Here are the chickens, though. And one friendly duck.
How wonderfully tranquil and soothing it must be to be a monk only responsible for animal husbandry, vinegar making, and prayer, I thought.
I would have liked to learn the story behind that old stone wall.
There is also apparently a Buddhist monastery 20 miles down the road in Carmel that houses the largest Buddha statue in the Western Hemisphere as well as 20,000 or so subordinate Buddhas.
And another Buddhist monastery in Pine Bush across the river. The Blue Cliff Monastery. They offer five-year ordination programs. Except they don’t accept cats.
I did a huge amount of exploring this past spring, summer, and fall of the little towns and the huge drafty mansions and the heart-piercingly beautiful landscapes just north and northeast of me.
But I can see that next spring, summer, and fall, I’ll be exploring in the south.
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Came home. Said goodbyes. Wrote about Poland.
I want to go to Poland. Gateway between Western and Eastern Europe, as I point out so sagaciously in my eBook. Plus not tied to the Euro!
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What I do not want to do, ever again, is read a newspaper that talks about anything other than Kim Kardashian’s reproductive accomplishments or the off-camera lives of the Real Housewives. Those are the important things. Everything else is just utter bullshit.
(Well, okay, I'll read about The Shahs of Sunset, too. But they're really Real Housewives. Right?)
After they were done, we took a detour to Our Lady of the Resurrection, a little monastery in LaGrange that’s famous for its artisanal vinegars, made in accordance with an ancient medieval recipe . The monks sell these vinegars to the public twice a year, and yesterday was one of those dates.
The monastery is a really odd little place – this hippie house that looked to have been built in the 1970s around this old stone wall that appeared to be from Revolutionary War times. Couldn’t get a good photograph.
Here are the chickens, though. And one friendly duck.
How wonderfully tranquil and soothing it must be to be a monk only responsible for animal husbandry, vinegar making, and prayer, I thought.
I would have liked to learn the story behind that old stone wall.
There is also apparently a Buddhist monastery 20 miles down the road in Carmel that houses the largest Buddha statue in the Western Hemisphere as well as 20,000 or so subordinate Buddhas.
And another Buddhist monastery in Pine Bush across the river. The Blue Cliff Monastery. They offer five-year ordination programs. Except they don’t accept cats.
I did a huge amount of exploring this past spring, summer, and fall of the little towns and the huge drafty mansions and the heart-piercingly beautiful landscapes just north and northeast of me.
But I can see that next spring, summer, and fall, I’ll be exploring in the south.
###
Came home. Said goodbyes. Wrote about Poland.
I want to go to Poland. Gateway between Western and Eastern Europe, as I point out so sagaciously in my eBook. Plus not tied to the Euro!
###
What I do not want to do, ever again, is read a newspaper that talks about anything other than Kim Kardashian’s reproductive accomplishments or the off-camera lives of the Real Housewives. Those are the important things. Everything else is just utter bullshit.
(Well, okay, I'll read about The Shahs of Sunset, too. But they're really Real Housewives. Right?)
