Montana and Sturdiwheat

Hey Hot Cakes!  That was great Minnesota weekend. 

Getting all ready here for a journey by train from Minnesota to Montana.  My older brother and I are hopping the rails to Anaconda, Montana to spend the week in the semi-wilderness with my younger brother at the cabin he and his family have been building.  We will be reminiscing, enjoying the fresh air, reading on the front porch, and relaxing, relaxing, relaxing.

The mountain cabin isn’t quite finished (notice the upper window), so we will do a bit of carpentry to help get that on the way to completion.  He and his wife are installing the kitchen before we arrive. YES!!! And doing some of the finishing work inside.  Carpentry is not my strong suit, so maybe I can bring them a beer when the jobs are done.

My family loves food!  So the menu is nearly complete.  Soups (still a little cool on the mountain). Grilled dinners over wood fires.  Lasagna.  Brats (that’s sausage, not children). Hearty camp breakfasts.  Sturdiwheat Buckwheat Pancakes.  Sturdiwheat Cornbread.  Sturdiwheat Shortcake.  Sturdiwheat Original Pancakes.  Sturdiwheat Hot Cereal.  Sturdiwheat Whole Wheat Bread. Baguettes. And of course Sturdiwheat Coating Mix for the trout that will be jumping out of the mountain stream.  We are really trying to make this as easy as possible so there is more time to just be.  So thank you, Sturdiwheat!  (But of course cooking is always a time to enjoy one another.  The kitchen is the gathering place.)

In addition to the carpentry, we will spend some time hiking up the mountain to the lakes, eating (of course), enjoying the mountain views, and searching for those trout spots along the stream.  (They will fish – I will apply the Sturdiwheat coating.)

Looking forward to the adventure and the great food.  I am suddenly reminded of the names my Uncle had for us.  (I capitalize “Uncle” because that is what his name was to us.)  Chuck the Buck,  Curt the Burt, and Gar the Bear.  Now if that doesn’t make much sense to you, welcome to the family.  (What on earth is a Burt?  When I was a lad, I really didn’t question it.)