Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Remember the Simple Life? With Paris and Nicole. They were heiresses put in hoky, country bumpkin, totally out of their element situations. Well when my brother told me me was taking me to his farm in Upstate New York, I thought, will they have running water...does the local liquor store carry Patron and PLEASE PLEASE don't tell me I have to walk on grass!
As we leave my favorite skyline behind and the skyscrapers begun to look like toy buildings I decide I am ready for this adventure. Mind you I had seen pictures of the farmhouse my brother (Sawyer) and his partner renovated the past few years. Spectacular. The house dates back to the 1700s (thus my concern about running water) and has had a few editions and is modern now in every way. Except for the furnishings. Antiques galore! Old guns. Pottery. Rocking chairs. It is certainly magazine worthy and would make even Martha Stewart jealous.
I digress. As I'm enjoying the conversation, the now rural scenery complete with fall foilage and the baked Lay's. I notice. That. Well. I'm starting to feel a little woozy. Yeah. You know. Car sick. Motion sickness. Well it got worse and worse so much that I buried my face behind Monika's shoulder while she very nicely stroked my hand. I believe some tears were shed. Me. Not Mon. Upon arrival I fell out of the car like Lindsay Lohan at a red carpet even. Or even a court hearing. You choose. My brother's partner Alex gets me to a padded bench on the porch. As I slowly came to, the breeze, the breathtaking views and the serenity of my brother's farm won me over.
We noshed on cheeses and dips all the while Sawyer was making a veal/beef bolegnese. White Russians were consumed. Poker was played. And while I did not have Patron, I did score some tequila and we had a blast!
We had lunch the next day at The Black Cat in Cobbleskill. I swear I saw Angela Lansbury solving a crime. Cutest. Town. Ever. And my Thanksgiving Sandwich (stuffing, cranberry, turkey, gravy) was HEAVEN! Owner was friendly and chatted us up.
I'm so very proud of Sawyer and Alex on this beautiful farm and was honored to be a guest and hope to return soon. Well not winter soon, perhaps spring!
Oh. And I never walked on the grass.
