Thursday, October 25, 2007

This is thrird stanza from "To Autumn" by John Keats.

: "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. "

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Just finished a weekend trade show in Covington, KY. We made first contact with some geat local chefs as well as some new grocery accounts. Surely do hope that the hot sauce continues to spread.

Next week we travel to Louisville to the Liquor Barn for a demo day. As we near the end of the month, we head for Morehead, KY for the Appalachian fest. I love these festivals.

Anna and Andy finally caved and announced their baby will be female. I'm thinking my next product will have "Bluegrass Beth" on the label! Whaddya think?

Sunday, October 14, 2007

From Birthday to Halloween. Sure haven't been keeping up with the posts. Summer in KY was a disaster, damn near killed us. Pepper yield in one field went from 1400 lbs. in 2006 to 40 lbs in 2007. Fortunately, we've been able to buy additional peppers locally. And equally fortunate, we've filled 40 barrels with mash. So there will be Bluegrass Red in 2008. Now, if only the web site was up....