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The Weekly Newsletter for July 28, 2014
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Dear friends,
 I send you greetings from the Green Mountain State! We have brought a sprinkling of Laurey's ashes back to her beloved Blueberry Hill, and to our parent's grave site. Their stone rests on a green hill, across the brook splashing near Goshen's one-room school house.
The weather has cleared to display the best of Vermont's brilliant blue skies. We get to see every single twinkle in the Milky Way, lording it over the night sky and broad river valleys.
We hiked through the woods to a pond with seven Blue Heron nests. (A veritable bird condo towers over the beaver dam pond up behind Blueberry Hill Inn!)
We stopped at the State House where our dad was a representative, dreamed through small towns and Fire Department chicken suppers.
Road and bridge repairs continue after the damage of 2011 Hurricane Irene floods, so travel across the mountain can go from a 15-minute hop to a 50-mile detour - a wonderful opportunity to stumble upon a small farmer's market, or a hidden historic meeting house!
Love from the blue skies and green mountains, to you in our own southern green mountains - we are still in the Appalachian chain, just a thousand miles away from you.
- from Heather Masterton
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Dinners to go for the week
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Here are dinners to go for this week. This, if you do not know, is a fabulous way to have dinner. It's easy - just call us by noon and your dinner will be ready for you to pick up by 3 that very day.
You can stop by to pick yours up until we close at 8.
Add salad (3.25) or bread (1.25) if you like.
Monday, July 28
 Bourbon-Laced Chicken with Peaches $8.95
Tuesday, July 29
Spanakopita with Syria Salad $7.95
Wednesday, July 30
Fig and Prosciutto Stuffed Pork Tenderloin with Braised Kale $9.95*GF*
Thursday, July 31
Crabcakes
with Dill Caper Sauce and Cole Slaw $10.25
Friday, August 1
Swedish Meatballs with Egg Noodles $8.95
....and here is the entire July (soon to be August!) Dinners-To-Go!
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Casserole and Lasagnas to go !
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Casserole of the Week
whole serves (9) ~ half serves (4)
Wednesday, July 30 Beef & Barley Risotto with Peas & Carrots Whole $50/Half $25
Lasagna of the Week
whole serves (9) ~ half serves (4)
Friday, August 1 Portobello Mushroom & Basil Whole $42/Half $21
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Adam and Emily and Henry and everybody ( (Emily's brother Ryan, and our friend Carrie, and Laurey's cafe Lindsay and her son Ryland) ran The Color Run today!
Asheville's own Citizen Times reporter, Karen Chavez, wrote a few days ago about this terrific YMCA fundraiser!
The Color Run
Some quick snaps of our own Girls (and Boys!) Gone Outdoors!
P.S. Adam is the Star Trooper!
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Laurey's notes (from a lifetime of writing)
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[So much has been written about Laurey and her life projects, but of course the best spokesman is Laurey herself. In this column we present archival reprints of her messages. This is an early newsletter from her online records.]
September 6, 2004
 I've had a fascination for blown glass for a long long time. My mother had a collection of cut glass, which is not at all the same thing, but I suppose that's where it all started, sitting in our living room, watching the light dance around the facets of little bowls, pitchers, vases. I have a couple of those pieces still, which is a nice thing, but they don't have the same pull for me as the blown pieces do.
The first piece I was given was a cobalt blue vase, a perfect round ball with a hole cut out of the top. My friend Michael and I had been walking in his neighborhood on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and we'd gone into his friend's gift shop. I wandered around as they talked and found myself staring at, glued to, drawn in by this beautiful vase. Michael, seeing me transfixed, bought it for me - just like that. "That's Blenko Glass," Michael's friend told me.
Blenko Glass, I found out, is a small company in West Virginia that has made hand blown glass for some four generations. And it turns out that my sister had gone to law school with one of the friends of the youngest generation of the Blenko family. Before I knew it, I got to go there for a guided tour. I got to walk right onto the factory floor, surrounded by molten glass and men gathering, blowing, shaping, and creating the very kind of glass I had fallen in love with.
I now have a lot of this Blenko Glass, maybe twenty-five pieces. I have a couple of lamps, some traditional bud vases, a few larger bowls, and some very beautiful roundels - just flat discs of color. The discs serve very little purpose except for staring at. They live in a cabinet in my cabin, coming out for the most special occasions when I can place them in front of some light and watch them dance.
I've thought about becoming a glass blower for a long time too. It seems like such an amazing combination of art and fitness and creativity and magic. I've tried it a tiny bit. I have a couple of misshapen globs to show for my efforts. But they are globs that I made, so I don't throw them away.
When I was in Seattle late last month, my sweet friend Chris and I spent the day at the Tacoma Glass Museum, watching a master from Venice creating. As he worked with the "Hot Shop Team," an audience of some hundred people watched, breath held, drawn in. He was making a vase, one of his signature items. Its bottom half was covered with a complex glass pattern. The top half was a completely different color which he would then stretch and manipulate. The vase grew, changed, went back into the furnace, came out, was altered, was transferred from person to person, and became more and more beautiful.
But then, when it was almost done, it broke off its holder, just like that, and crashed onto the floor. The glass master hollered in horror, threw up his hands, and ran out of the room. All of us in the audience gasped. It was as if a new friend had been fatally injured. None of us could speak. The announcer said, lightly, "And that is what sometimes happens." But I felt sad for a long time.
I'm hoping to include glassblowing in my life pretty soon. I don't know quite what will happen with it all, but it seems that, when something will not leave one's thoughts, one must pursue it. Don't you think?
[source: Laurey's Cafe and Catering newsletter, September 6, 2004]
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Laurey's Apple Tree ... ahhhh, Vermont!
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