Farm Folks Steam

[Courtland Boland]

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Farm Folks is a solarpunk open-world life simulator where players can build their own farms from the ground up using a modular construction system. Explore various islands inspired by the archipelagos of Sicily, gather natural resources, and even convert them into advanced technologies. Customize your farm with a painting system that lets you mix and collect berries for unique colors and use utilities like electricity and water to automate farming. With no forceful resting system, players can personalize their character, animal, and farm structures for a persistent and dynamic experience. Get ready to thrive and build your farm in Farm Folks!

Peeling fresh eggs is always a struggle, but peeling farm fresh, pasture-raised eggs can be a nightmare! Both the albumen (the white part!) of the egg and the inner membrane of the shell are thicker in pasture-raised eggs than traditional grocery store eggs. As eggs age, an air pocket forms between the layers which make it easier to peel without damage. But the fresher the eggs, the less air circulation, and the more the shell sticks to your beautiful egg whites. Homesteading and chicken forums are full of folks trying to figure out a way to get a decent hard-boiled egg from their chickens.

When the pot stops steaming, I pull the colander out and run the eggs under cold tap water. This is not an ice bath! This is just to cool the eggs enough to handle them. An ice bath has never been necessary for me to get this method to work.

Wow!wow! This recipe just made my day so easy. I cooked 12 eggs and the shell just peeled off so easily. I will tell my friends that have chickens about this recipe. Thanks you so much for sharing. May God bless you.

Check that. I like a good beer much, much more than the next guy. So I'm happy these days, what with all the good beers around. But I remember, back East in the '70s, we had our Buds and our Millers and, if flush, our Heinekens -- not much else. We suffered a general lager lack, we were ailing for ale. We heard, back then, that things were different out West. We heard about a couple of beers in particular. They seemed to us mystical, near mythical elixirs. We heard the word "Coors" and the more cryptic phrase "Anchor Steam."

So one year, a buddy comes back from a ski trip in Colorado lugging a contraband case of Coors in his boot bag. We chill it down and drink it up. I remember thinking: We've been had! This stuff's lousy. Diluted Michelob!

A couple years later, I'm on business in San Francisco. I'm sitting at the bar at Vesuvius in North Beach -- nice work if you can get it -- and I notice an odd tap handle emblazoned with an anchor. Forgive and forget. I try a pint.

This is different, immediately different. Anchor Steam, I find, is chewy and aromatic, a little jazzy and a little funky. I've always liked San Francisco, and now I like its beer, which, I decide, suits the city very well.

That was then, this is now. Today, good American beer is ubiquitous. Every hamlet has a brewpub, and "Anchor" is available in 48 states, not to mention several Planets (Hollywood). Almost everyone who has bothered to wonder at the current beer boom -- the 800-label micro phenomenon that has spread across the land -- credits the Anchor Brewing Company with being the grandfather of it all.

Interestingly, it turns out that even this assessment isn't micro enough. The patriarchal figure at the head of craft-brewing's table has a name, and it is a name you would want an old-fashioned brewmeister to have. Fritz: More formally, he is Frederick Louis Maytag III, and it is under that name that he came from Iowa to Stanford in 1955, graduated four years later, stayed for three years of grad school and then, abruptly, quit to buy a suffering little brewery in the City.

I have an audience with Maytag this morning at his brewery, which rests at the foot of a San Francisco hill named Potrero. It is housed in a stolid white building that throws off a rich, yeasty aroma to the neighborhood.

Up a flight of well-polished wood stairs, I meet Linda Rowe, office manager and one of Maytag's original five employees from the money-leaking days of the late '60s. She says Maytag is on his way, and would I care to wait in the bar.

As I wait, I drink in my surroundings (and nothing else). It's a fabulous room, a re-creation of a 19th-century tavern. There's a rolltop desk, a barrelhouse piano and old wooden kegs. Above the mahogany bar are all sorts of old bottles; on tap are six Anchor brews. On the walls hang dozens of metal trays: Acme Brew and Brakspears, Coors, Hamms and Huntsman, Kaiser's and Kirin, Pabst and Rainier, Schlitz and Schmidts, Walley Beer and Wieland's beer. In the center of the room sits a glass case containing medals, Anchor Christmas Beer tap handles, several weird bottles and a book published in Edinburgh in 1793 opened to its title page: The Theory and Practice of Malting and Brewing , "By a Practical Brewer."

Enter Maytag, certainly an improbable and some would argue, yes, impractical brewer. He is fit and firm; he's sporting shirtsleeves and just-back-from-vacation vigor. I've heard him described as "imperious," but it's not quite that. He's overtly, if not overly, sure of himself. He's sure, for instance, that he can give me the story of "a Stanford grad who took this strange little brewery and made it work," but doesn't want to entertain "a Fritz Maytag and his brewery and his vineyards and his cheese and his sailing and his trotting horses story."

As clean and comfortable as everything else, it's filled with light and books. I mention how pleasant it is, and how pleasant I found the taproom. "We moved into this building in 1977," Maytag says. "We gutted everything, and tried to re-create this funny little room we had in the old plant. And the glass walls we wanted the brewhouse right here in the office. I wanted to stick the brewing right here in the middle of the office. That's an important statement."

"Well," Maytag begins, "I came from Iowa. I had a very fortunate upbringing." He sure did. He's one of those Maytags, the Maytags -- the washer-dryer folks. The original Maytag suds man was great-great-grandfather. Maytag's grandfather assembled a herd of Holsteins and started the Maytag dairy enterprise. The appliance business having gone public -- and having secured the basis for the family fortune -- Maytag's father carried on with the dairy, making baskets of dough with some nationally famous cheese. As a high school sophomore, Fritz Maytag went East, to Deerfield Academy in Massachusetts. He calls it "an academy in the ancient sense of the word a very strict, severe, competitive place. The weather was dark, depressing. I was a Westerner, and I learned this when I went East." Maytag laughs a clipped, abrupt, earnest laugh.

He knew what he wanted in a college: "Coeducation, West, Bigger, Excellent. That was Stanford. I applied to no backups. And from the moment I got to Palo Alto, I considered myself a Northern Californian.

"I loved the openness of Stanford," says Maytag, an American literature major. "I was interested in engineering and science and was able to find that I didn't want to pursue them. I thought, maybe, I wanted to be part of the world of books. But then, I decided that wasn't right. I was influenced by a classic Chinese idea: That an educated man can do anything."

He mulled other classic Asian ideas during three years of graduate work in Japanese studies. In this period, he got himself hooked up with some classmates in a business venture in Chile, and it certainly appeared young Maytag was headed for a career as some kind of internationalist. Then, by the purest happenstance, he found his anchor.

"Yessss, I can remember the first Steam I ever had," Maytag says. "I don't remember the taste of it as much as the experience of it. It was at The Oasis, the off-campus bar, in perhaps 1960. I remember being told it was a funny, local beer. I was told it was special."

By the mid-'60s Maytag was living in San Francisco and drinking his Steam not at the O, but at the saloons and jazz clubs of North Beach. "I had a favorite place, the Old Spaghetti Factory. It opened in '57, and was wholesome, fun and bohemian. Fantastic place. It was run by Fred Kuh, a real North Beach character. I used to come by in the evenings and have a Steam. One night Fred said to me, 'Fritz, have you ever been to the brewery?'

"This was in August of '65. I went over the next day and bought controlling interest for practically nothing. Anybody who used to drink beer in college, sitting up all night talking about ideas and sipping beer, can understand why I'd do that."

What Maytag bought was a dump of a building, a special recipe and a grand 60-year tradition of brewing under the Anchor name. In the late 19th century, several "steam" beers, as they were called, were brewed throughout San Francisco. Early in the 20th century, Anchor entered the game. It passed through various ownerships to Lawrence Steese in 1959, and was about to gain notoriety as the last specialty brewer in the country to close when Maytag stepped in hoping to make it the first to survive and thrive.

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