From the Editor

Who wouldn’t want to spend a few days in Phoenix in the middle of winter – especially with a bunch of like-minded cowboys, crackers, buckaroos and punchers from Winnemucca to Ridge Spring?

It seems that no matter where I go, or whomever I talk to, everyone thinks that his particular corner of the world has the worst or most unique weather in the world. People in my home country of southern Idaho are fond of whining about the wind, especially in the springtime.

You start with some bone-in cuts of beef, and additional beef bones, and roast them at 375ºF for 30 minutes. Transfer all meat, bones and drippings to a slow cooker. Add chunks of carrots, onions, celery and mushrooms.

As the cold reality of winter sets in, and the daylight hours shrink, I think fondly of the bygone days of a few weeks ago – when the colors were just beginning to change, and Mother Nature still shed just enough light and warmth on the Heartland to encourage anything green to squeeze out its last tiny bit of growth.

In December, I made the trek to Tulsa, Oklahoma, to check out the Tulsa Farm Show. Oklahoma, in its best effort to make me feel at home, welcomed me with temperatures colder than what I left at home in Idaho.

I don’t know about your corner of the world – but here in Idaho, we get some pretty darn near perfect sunsets when dusk rolls around.