Southern California 2009
The Misty Mountains beckon.
For some time after the last of our children moved out to start their adult lives, Donna and I spent more and more time thinking about our future. Our important jobs as parents (the heavy lifting part) was behind us. Before us, lay a new type of freedom. Perhaps new freedom is not quite right. We were rediscovering ourselves as friends and mates. The years of child rearing and working two stressful jobs had left scars and physic damage. Shell shocked. The silence could be overwhelming, especially at night. Slowly, like all empty nesters we started to realize we could draw a breath. We were free to dream. That’s also when the future opened before us and we took a real hard look.
Yikes! That is some scary looking road ahead!
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
The answer to old age is to keep one’s mind busy and to go on with one’s life as if it were interminable. I always admired Chekhov for building a new house when he was dying of tuberculosis.
I could not agree more. There will time enough to rest when I go west for good. Now is my time to make hay.
A New Business is Born
A great friend of ours, who is also a very wise cookie, said to us “Well, you have raised your children, now it is time to raise a business.” She intuitively knows that once you are a parent you never turn it off. We must continue to nurture and nourish.
So, we decided to make a nourishing spice blend which we could share with our friends. We originally wanted to travel the open road selling BBQ sandwiches. Lets face it, Donna and I still have a gypsy spirit deep in our souls. The business would subsidize our travels. This proved to be an impracticable plan, for now. I still hope to get back on the open road again.
I had been trying to come up with a rub which you could put on your grilling meat that would make it taste like real smoked BBQ. I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. Not that it was overnight process. It took two years to lock it down to the exact flavor profile we wanted. From there, the muse of fire took over and the other three spice blends came to me in waking dreams. I know it sounds crazy but they really just came together like I had always been making them. All those years of tasting and all that cooking with love paid off. Then, at the urging of our friends who enjoyed our spice blends, we created two more: a salmon seasoning and a nuclear powered version of our smoked chili powder.
The Great Spirit of Sacred Misty
I am in the habit of talking long walks after work. I walk for fitness, and to help clear my mind of clutter and stress. We live at the base of ancient foothills thrown up by the San Andreas Fault. In the early winter, angry Pacific storms roll in across the coast. Wispy water laden clouds boil over the tops of these foothills. The clouds form ghostly rivers of mist which sweep across the valley floor to disappear into the desert. My Misty Mountains are a cathedral. It’s where I go to listen to my Creator and reflect.
So, as you can see, Misty Mountain Smoke House is more than a selection of spice blends. It is a way of life for us. We hope it will become a part of your life as well. Our fondest hope is the you enjoy Misty Mountain Smoke House Blends as much as we have enjoyed the journey to creating them.
God bless you and keep you,
And God Bless the U.S.A.
Jeff and Donna Bock