The oldest Paddle Pup, Wyeth, is all dressed-up as her awesome upland bird hunter self!
Watson, Wyeth & WyNott as not-so-spooky ghosts!
Have you liked us?
Recently, we hit our huge 10,000 “like” milestone and to thank all our friends, we’re giving away official Paddle “euro” stickers. If Chef Phoebe, or our Paddle Crew … or myself (Mandy) spot a sticker on your car during our travels about town, we’ll be writing down your license plate number and posting it on our Facebook! Why? Because, we’ll be giving aways valuable prizes and gift certificates throughout the next 12 months to show our appreciation …
If you live far away, and unable to pick up your sticker, just send us a self-addressed, stamped envelope and we’ll mail you your very own – sure to be a trend – Paddle Euro Decal!
Here’s our mailing address: Blue Paddle Bistro, P.O. Box 524, South Hero, VT 05486
Recently, I was presented with one of our Blue Paddle orange and tan baseball hats with three signatures on the bill. It’s similar to a cap President Obama signed for our friend, award-winning photojournalist of the New York Times, Doug Mills, when they were in Afghanistan earlier in the summer. A hat that rested upon the White House Briefing Room’s press podium, later to board Air Force One and make its way onto a military helicopter to meet our commander-in-chief on the ground in the Middle East. A very special gift, indeed, that both Chef Phoebe and I cherish.
I took this new keepsake into my hands and said: “But, you have no idea how special this hat is. Phoebe loves cooking duck.” Paddle friends Steve Guy, along with his lovely wife, Barbara, and I started to giggle in unison. The way my words came out sounded so funny. I mean, really, comparing a hat penned with the autograph of a celebrated world leader to one signed by the owner, president and vice president of sales of our Canadian duck supplier – Canards Du Lac Brome? But, in truth, in many ways this hat is on equal footing with Obama’s because Chef Phoebe truly does enjoy everything about her Brome Lake ducks!
She enjoys the ritual of butchering the duck: Using the breast for her varied duck entrees, the legs for duck confit and spicy duck spring roll appetizers, and the body for stock, which is put to good use for a multitude of dishes. In fact, according to Steve, Brome’s “business coach,” the Brome Lake duck folks appreciate the fact that Phoebe uses the entire duck carcass for so many uses, not letting anything go to waste.
Hailing from Pennsylvania, Barbara and Steve Guy began visiting the Paddle in 2005, but more regularly starting in 2011 when they began spending more time here in the Champlain Islands. One evening Barbara called and asked for a reservation. Having no tables available, I suggested that they sit at the Chef’s Table, the four-seat counter in the area by the cash register where I hang-out a good part of the evening. They agreed, loved it and from then on it became their special place to dine at The Paddle. It was during one of their dinner visits at Chef’s Table that I learned that Steve was the business coach for our duck supplier, Canards Du Lac Brome, also known as Brome Lake Ducks.
Located in Knowlton, Quebec, these ducks live about 20 miles over the Vermont border, southeast of Montreal. According to the company web site, Brome Lake Ducks has been specializing in the breeding of Peking duck since its establishment. “All our ducks are naturally raised (not force-fed) for their meat. Our birds are also world-renowned for their tender, juicy meat.”
Interestingly, the founder of the company, established in 1912, hailed from New York and chose to breed this species that had been imported from China in 1873 because of how plump and juicy the meat was. That’s how Chef Phoebe feels about her Brome Lake ducks, as well. She says the birds have a consistent size, flavor and texture of the birds
So, with knowing how Chef Phoebe feels about her duck, I was truly excited when Steve told me he’d take one of our Paddle caps across the border to Brome Lake. I wasn’t kidding. In fact, our hats, and t-shirts, have found their way all over the globe via friends of our restaurant. We have received dozens of totally fun photos over the past nine plus years.
But, the photo we received from Steve with our autographed hat and Brome Lake ducks ranks right up their at the top with our all-time favorite of our cap on the tarmac getting ready to board its most famous journey.
Spicy Duck Spring Rolls
For 12 rolls
3 zucchini, julienned
3 carrots, jullienned
I large bunch scallions, sliced
1-½ cup duck confit (about 4 duck legs)
1 cup orange juice
1 cup soy sauce
12 egg roll wrappers
In a large bowl, combine zucchini, carrots, scallions and add the orange juice and soy sauce. Let marinate for 2 to 4 hours.
Drain mix, add duck meat and mix well. Add 2 tablespoons of mix to each wrapper and fold into a wrap.
Fry for 4 minutes or until golden brown.
Took Watson and WyNott grouse hunting at our club, Weller Mountain Fish & Game Preserve. Met up with my pal, and bird dog enthusiast, Jeff Parker and his two awesome pups, Ellie and Finn. I learned a lot from Jeff abput the habitat ~ what these spirited birds like to eat, their cover and their habits. (Thanks, Jeff, for all your insight!)
Over the course of the last few days, I have experienced moments of wanting to tear my hair out, inner conflict and grief. Of course, I’m perhaps being a bit melodramatic, but if you are parents and have kids — either the two legged kind or four — you probably can empathize with me.
It’s a busy time at The Paddle. We’re serving fall leaf peepers, newcomers, regulars returning now that the “summer people” are gone, college parent weekend families and holiday celebrators. With the change in season, as well, comes the excitement of redecorating in keeping with the autumnal cheer.
For businesses like ours that employ a lot of students, it is also a time that we say good bye to many of our summer crew going back to the ivy-covered walls of academia. It iss a time of hiring and training new wait staff. It’s a rebirth, if you will, that is both exciting and challenging.
But also a time that doesn’t lend itself well to any unexpected surprises or challenges. I found this out, in particular, these past six days when two of my three “kids” (aka The Paddle Pups) got sick. (One really sick.)
Watson, my middle child, came down with a bad case of an upper respiratory disease called mycoplasma. For some odd reason that has no explanation, his illness developed into a severe pneumonia with an accompanying 104.8 temperature (101 is canine normal). With immediate impressive care by my regular veterinarians, they were able to lower his temperature, along with IV fluids, to 102 degrees by the time we arrived at the emergency vet hospital. As a precaution, I was also given a prophylactic antibiotic for the other two dogs, WyNott and Wyeth, who were showing no signs of being sick, yet.
It was, for me, a time of complete dread and fear, accompanied by loads of tears, while I waited for Watson to see his doctor — a warm, comforting and knowledgeable doctor who helped calm my worst fear, fear of losing my big guy.
How did my parents ever do it?
Twenty four hours later, Watson was good to come home with pills and strict instructions of rest and cupped hard pats on his rib cage (to loosen whatever terrible stuff was in his lungs).
The next day, I woke up to the terrible sound I had become accustomed to over the past two days – deep labored coughing and gagging. But, this time, it was my puppy, WyNott, who was in distress. I was told to keep up with the antibiotic regime for WyNott, as well as Wyeth: unless WyNott started losing her appetite and playful puppy enthusiasm, this was all we could do at this point. We had to let the medicine and house-bound protocol of rest work its magic. I suspect it is very much what parents of human children go through. From one to another, a germs jump and spread and wreak havoc on all their young bodies. All you can do as the parent is follow your physician’s instructions, wait and worry and continue to do what you need to do to keep your life going forward.
How on earth did my parents ever do it?
Growing up in rural northwestern New Jersey during my first 10 years of my life, we lived in a huge stone house built in 1710. There were four of us kids (I’m the second oldest) and, at one point, 13 cats and two dogs. To ease on the comings and goings, my dad built cat doors in one of the deep-silled windows in our dining area. It was the best window in our old handsome home to install such clever devices because it looked out to the isolated ivy and moss-covered rocks and brick that led around the rear of house. It was perfect, too, because only feet away the wooded hill began its incline up. It was a safe exit to the outside world for our cats.
It was from this same “out” window that my younger brother, Jeff, threw his tuna fish sandwich one summer lunch and declared to my mom that he ate the whole thing. I remembered being mortified that he had lied, but thought it was a funny thing for him to do. Well, not so for him the next day when my mom came across the day-old sandwich.
My mom was a woman of deep principal. Dishonestly would never be tolerated. She called my brother inside and told him to go sit at the dining room table. I think he knew something unpleasant was in store for him from her voice. He walked to the table and stopped cold. There, in all its 24-hour glory, was his abandoned tuna fish sandwich. After what seemed hours of him sitting in front of it, staring at the plate, my mom entered the room and told him that she would far rather be told the truth, than a lie, and reminded him that the consequences would always be better with honesty.
She sat down next to him on the bench, and ran her beautiful hands with their long slender fingers, through his mop of a hair with all his curls. I remembered how she simply said that she loved him and that he was her boy. He was dismissed and went outside to play. She went back into the kitchen to finish whatever dinner she was working on. (Did I hear a little giggle?)
Remarkable. So many lessons to teach your loved ones requiring patience and consistency. How do you parents ever do it?
So, back to my pups, my kids.
As I always do, I make a list of “to do” stuff for the day. My list on Thursday last week was particularly long. But, I’m a morning person and challenges excite me. I remember thinking that I could get everything done and, with a little good weather, even take the Paddle Pups hunting on Sunday. Plus, there was much to do to prepare for WyNott’s trip to the German Wirehaired Pointer Club of America’s Nationals in southern Illinois. I was, simply, energized and motivated to seize the day and conquer.
Well, that feeling of euphoria was quickly dampened down when I experienced Watson’s first awful (and I mean awful) cough. What was supposed to be three days of productive work quickly got thrown out the window with what was to ensue with a very sick child.
Of course, our plans for our trip out to the Midwest this week had to be canceled, which required loads of emails, and phone calls and shipping out silent auction prizes I had collected.
Our lives, both mine and the Ws, were requiring adjustments and compromises.
I have dealt with many difficult and trying and sad things in my life. But, truthfully, this particular episode made me really think about my parents, as well as all you parents. You’re amazing. Juggling kids and animals and work and home life. Parenthood is a full time, 24/7 proposition. As a parent of only three dogs, I guess I have it a little easier on the difficulty scale. But, after this weekend, I so much more appreciate what it is you all do, day in and day out.
I guess it’s called life, right?
And, when all is said and done – at the end of the day – we have each other. We have our loved ones, whether they’re human or furry, and our passions.
For me, I have my awesome pups; a handful of really close friends, including my dearest pal, Chef Phoebe, that I hold so dear; my family, including my mom up there, and a wonderful restaurant that folks enjoy and for which I am terribly proud.
That’s how my parents did it. That’s how you all do it. You embrace the good, and deal with the bad, and fall asleep knowing that there’s yet another day.
Our official mascots of The Paddle!
German wirehaired pointers, Wyeth, Watson & WyNott with Chef Phoebe R. Bright and business partner, Mandy Hotchkiss.
The Ws love to hunt birds, dock jump, climb trees, catch frisbees, hike mountains and pose for the camera!
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On Route 2 in the village of South Hero, Vermont.
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LOVE MANY, TRUST A FEW, BUT ALWAYS PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE.