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The Luthier’s Life

Josh Rieck builds custom guitars and other stringed instruments in his Sioux Falls shop.

Like so many artistically inclined Aberdeen natives before him, Josh Rieck has always been fascinated by the intersections of utility and aesthetics.

Filmmaker Bruce Baillie left the lakes and plains of Brown County for 1960s San Francisco and found his happy synergy of form and function among the crisscrossing pipelines of the Standard Oil refinery with his experimental film Castro Street.

Rieck stayed closer to home. At Northern State, then the Guitar Repair & Building program of Minnesota State College Southeast in Red Wing, he found his own Castro Street in the graceful curvature of an acoustic guitar or ukulele.

He studied the luthier’s craft, then brought it home to Aberdeen, opening a small custom instrument and repair shop called String Theory, while studying double bass performance at Northern State. Continuing his studies at the University of South Dakota in Vermillion, he found a luthier’s dream — an unlikely backyard well of inspiration, centuries deep, at the National Music Museum.

Since 2009, Rieck has lived and worked at his home studio in Sioux Falls where he makes custom acoustic and electric guitars, ukuleles and occasionally other stringed instruments. A versatile artist, he’s currently building a mandocello, an instrument with a demanding hand-carved archtop design. He also does repair work, though as his oeuvre garners more word-of-mouth from musicians and collectors he finds himself doing less of that these days.

We visited the J. Rieck Luthiery as he was working on three custom ukuleles for a trade show in Hawaii.

Before he begins, Rieck — or the customer ordering a bespoke uke — must choose the right wood(s) that will yield the desired tonality, endurance and aesthetic. Finding tonewoods is a constantly changing game, as restrictions on endangered species have made it harder for luthiers to obtain some of the most coveted materials. This year, the international Convention on the Trade in Endangered Species (CITES) summit moved to restrict all rosewoods — some of which are very popular tonewoods — even those that aren’t endangered, largely in response to soaring demand for rosewood furniture in China.

You might guess that there’d be fewer luthiers around 40+ years after Kraftwerk’s Autobahn and 37 after Rapper’s Delight, but anecdotal evidence suggests that there are more boutique instrument makers now than ever, which makes networking easier but also increases demand for materials.

A finished ukelele takes four to five weeks to complete.

“There are a lot more guitar makers now then there were 20 years ago,” Rieck says.”I think it’s partly an economy thing, and partly that more schools have popped up. There are more people trained in instrument making.

“It’s interesting, when everything else is going towards high-tech — people don’t really value crafts in our society the way that some others do — to have this kind of resurgence of handmade guitars and craftsmen.”

During our visit, Rieck worked on a ukulele topped with creamy Carpathian spruce, known for its glassy tap tone (whether this quality is real or imagined is hotly debated among luthiers), with a body of African sapele, a wood with a grain that, when quarter sawn, often reveals ornate, almost psychedelic patterns called quilting, especially when finished.

Rieck cut the soundboard, back and sides out of the chosen woods and thicknesses (that’s a verb) the pieces by hand with planes, scrapers and sanding. Using his own templates, he braced the top with an intricate system of internal wooden struts that help the instrument stand up to string tension. He cut the sound hole and decorative rosette with a circle-cutting jig, and inlayed the rosette with decorative materials like ovangkol or mother of pearl. The sides are painstakingly shaped with forms, using moisture and heat to make the delicate wood supple. The back gets a simpler, ladder-style bracing.

He creates linings made with layers of long, pasta-thin wood strips to attach the soundboard, back and bout (sides). He routes channels in the edges of the separate components so that thin bindings can be fitted around them to smooth the edges and increase stability.

That’s just the body (short version). The neck has its own procedure and material considerations. Each ukulele Rieck makes takes two to three weeks to build, then another two weeks or so for finish work.

He’s been working around the clock to get three custom ukes ready for the voyage from Sioux Falls to the Aloha state. If you listen closely, their sunny tones might waft ever so lightly over the prairie on an adventurous El NiÒo.

Michael Zimny is the social media engagement specialist for South Dakota Public Broadcasting in Vermillion. He blogs for SDPB and contributes arts columns to the South Dakota Magazine website.

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Birth of a Brewery

Fernson Brewing Company is a young craft brewery based in Sioux Falls. Even if you haven’t made it to their brewery off North Cliff or their downtown taproom on Eighth, you might have noticed their signature cans with the clean, upbeat design and the gentleman with the feather in his hat.

Owner/brewers Derek Fernholz and Blake Thompson are both South Dakota natives. Fernholz was a home brewer who became obsessed with his hobby, while Thompson began in the wine industry, attended brewing school and got his start at a small brewpub called Bitter Esters in Custer. We visited their Sioux Falls taproom and talked to Fernson about beer, those cans and the locally made movement.

Sioux Falls Startup

We brewed our first batch in February of 2015. Our plan is to release two or three more cans between now and this time next year.

We’re mostly distributed in South Dakota and Northwest Iowa, but we’re working on expanding. We want to take care of home first, so we’re really focused on the southeast corner of the state and radiating out from there. We want to be sure we can deliver fresh product, so it’s just a learning curve thing for us — how logistically to ship a beer that isn’t filtered or pasteurized [further] away.

Sourcing Locally

Most of our grain comes from Shakopee, Minnesota. That’s where the nearest malting facility is. They get their barley from sources in Minnesota, North Dakota and Idaho. There are a few [local] growers — one down by Worthing, Cradle to Grave Farms. They built a malt house and they’re growing some barley, so hopefully they’re going to be our local source by next year.

Our hops for the most part come out of the Pacific Northwest, but we do a fresh hop beer every year and all of the hops come from a farm about 7 miles from here. We’re trying to do more of that. Our water is amazing Sioux Falls water. We had an intern from Augustana University this summer that worked on isolating some native brewing yeast, so we have about six different strands that we’re starting to play with that are completely local and found wild here.

Those Cans

We love cans. Cans are infinitely recyclable. They weigh less, so you can ship more. It saves on fuel consumption, saves money and the environment. The big thing we love is the cans are better for the beer. Think of a can as a micro-keg. Once it’s sealed, nothing — light, oxygen, anything — is getting in and nothing’s getting out. No matter how good that seal is on a bottle, it’s metal crimping the glass, there’s always micro-holes. And no matter how dark, unless the bottle is completely opaque, UV rays will get through. So over time it’s going to change its flavor.

We’re going to do bottles but it’s going to be a special thing, large format and meant to be shared. Our barrel-aged Farmhouse is aged four to six months in red wine barrels. That one will come to bottles soon.

People between the ages of 22 to 25 have grown up with craft beer in cans now and they’re used to finding the beer they love in cans. But there’s still a lot of people that grew up with only terrible or cheap beers that were always in cans, so they have the mentality of cheap beer in cans, good beer in bottles. We’re seeing that change over time.

The guy with the feather in his hat

Fernson is an amalgamation of our last names — Fernholz and Thompson. But we like the idea of having a fictional character called Fernson that we tell our story through. We’re both Lord of the Rings and Tolkien fans, so we were thinking of a wandering sort of sage, Gandolf-esque type person, and tied that into a German guy with a feather in his hat.

In our minds, [the can] looks like it could have been a beer can 50 years ago, but it exists today. We think it stands out on the shelf. You see across the country that nobody’s staying in that box of what a traditional beer looks like anymore.

The main taproom design

It sort of just happened out of elements that we liked. We had a good source for the black steel pipe, so we thought we could use those for table bases. Blake’s uncle is an amazing metal worker, so he welded the frames and did our Fernson face logo. The tables had this industrial type aesthetic, so we found tables and chairs that involved that.

We love the look of barn wood, and we were fortunate enough to find an entire, 100-plus-year-old barn that had just been taken down in the middle of Nebraska, so we bought the whole thing and got the wood up here. It turned out really well, and it’s probably the biggest compliment we get when people come in. You have this warm but industrial looking taproom and people really enjoy it. For the lighting design, we knew we wanted some Edison bulbs exposed to elements for that kind of warm feel. Nancy from Mahlander’s Appliance and Lighting here in town came out and handpicked all of the light fixtures, and they fit the space perfectly.

The new downtown pub

We just kind of had that opportunity fall into our laps last winter and we loved the idea of being a bigger part of downtown Sioux Falls, which is kind of the heart of the city these days. We do live music from time to time, trivia nights, open mic nights, stuff like that. It’s Fernson beer on tap, but we also have curated wine donors as well. Next door is a bakery and pizzeria so people can get food down there. We have an open policy — if you want to bring it with you, we just love people to come and try our beers and if they want food to be a part of that why not?

Local Makers

We’ve embraced it wholly. We’re smaller in Sioux Falls, but percentage-wise we have just as many people doing cool things. We’ve got everything from String Theory Luthiery making violins and guitars that are musical instruments and works of art, The Breaks Coffee Roasting doing artisan, small-batch roasted coffee, to our restaurant scene downtown with independent operators like Bros Brasserie, M.B. Haskett and Mama’s Ladas making amazing artisanal food and sourcing locally when they can, to Breadico making long-fermented, all-natural bread. And that’s just scratching the surface. Sioux Falls has a ton of people making amazing things.

Michael Zimny is the social media engagement specialist for South Dakota Public Broadcasting in Vermillion. He blogs for SDPB and contributes arts columns to the South Dakota Magazine website.

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Coming Home

The verdict is still out. Some friends say I’ve found mature contentment and others claim I’m turning into a stay-at-home curmudgeon.

At issue is the fact that I’ve often traveled out of state in the last year. Sometimes I’ve flown and sometimes I’ve driven but either way, friends say, I’m more inclined to talk about how good it is to return home rather than describe the marvels found in Texas, Minnesota, Montana, Ohio and elsewhere.

This trend began when I spent time in Minneapolis and couldn’t muster the enthusiasm to buy cheap Timberwolves tickets. Then five minutes after crossing into South Dakota via I-90 I heard a radio commercial about a high school boys basketball triple-header at the Corn Palace, and I made a beeline for Mitchell. Of course, what’s a Corn Palace triple-header without a pregame steak at Chef Louie? What an evening: Chef Louie, three games in one of the nation’s unique and most comfortable basketball venues, and good visits with folk from Mitchell, Howard and Stickney. I wouldn’t trade the evening for any NBA ticket.

Anyway, back home in Spearfish, I maybe talked a little too enthusiastically about my big night in Mitchell, maybe even called the Chef Louie and Corn Palace combo the ultimate South Dakota winter experience, and some relatives and friends said I was no longer the jump-on-a-jet-and-see-the-country guy they once knew.

Some other things I’ve found thoroughly enthralling upon returning home (home being anywhere within South Dakota’s borders):

Interstate 90 and Interstate 29

Like most South Dakotans I’ve bashed these highways over the years, saying they’re boring compared to two-lane roads that conform to the prairie’s roll and pitch. But, unlike some eastern turnpikes, they’re toll-free, well marked, and food and fuel services are immediately adjacent. Speaking of fuel …

Mighty Few Pre-Pay Gas Pumps

In some parts of the country, wanting to pay for anything in cash makes you somewhat suspect. So you’re expected to pay for your gas before pumping it. A gasoline purchase is a business transaction. Leave it to South Dakota, a state that still prides itself in conducting business on a handshake, to believe a customer should be trusted to fuel up and then walk 50 feet in full view to the cashier.

Sioux Falls’ Small Town Charm

I know Sioux Falls sometimes promotes itself as urban, and maybe that’s smart, but thank goodness it isn’t a true big city. Re-entering the state from south or east, up I-29 or along I-90, I sometimes stop for coffee or lunch at one of Phillips Avenue’s sidewalk cafes. Pulling off the I-229 bypass I can be in the heart of downtown in 10 minutes, placing my order instead of navigating through rings of suburbs. And the inclusive sidewalk conversations and eye contact are anything but big city — especially noticeable if you’ve spent the previous days in ¸ber-urban America.

America’s Best Highway Rest Stop

It’s located at Chamberlain and offers a sweeping view of the Missouri River/Lake Francis Case. Plus there’s a Lewis and Clark museum display, wide lawns, trails, picnic shelters and spotless restrooms. This rest stop so out-distances others that I can’t even think where the nation’s number two or number three stops might be.

Scenic Overlook At I-90 Mile Marker 138

It’s an OK view of the wide prairie, especially at sunset. But if you’re a West River resident returning from the east, the scenery isn’t what impresses you here. Rather, this is where the air starts smelling right again: clear, dry, spiced by grama grass.

Wall Drug Donuts

A few years ago, when the rest of America was going bonkers over Krispy Kreme doughnuts and deciding they were the world’s best, South Dakotans knew better.

Crow Peak View

At Elkhorn Ridge, near I-90 exit 17, westbound traffic makes a wide turn and the whole north range of the Black Hills comes into view. A minute later, mighty Crow Peak dominates the horizon. It stands right on the state’s western edge and I’ve always thought of it as a mammoth bookend, keeping our stories and personalities and traditions from toppling into Wyoming. For me Crow Peak also marks the end of my journeys; we live so close to its base that I can’t see it unless I back away half a mile or so. But I always know it’s there; I always sense its presence. Maybe it’s what keeps me in South Dakota instead of toppling away into the far West.

Editor’s Note: This column is revised from the September/October 2011 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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Butterflies and Fluttering Fish

Photographer Scott Korsten and his wife Marilyn recently brought visiting family to the Butterfly House & Marine Cove in Sioux Falls. “It was a great experience for the kids who were mesmerized by the hundreds of different free-flying butterflies found throughout the tropical conservatory,” Korsten says. “Before making our way in to the butterfly area, we spent time in the Marine Cove where we saw vibrant fish and corals.” The Cove boasts more than 10,000 gallons of aquariums and a popular pop-up dome aquarium, where kids get a unique view from “inside” the aquarium. There is also a shark and stingray touch pool and a Pacific tide pool.

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A Cache of Immigrant History

Our geocache is back in Yankton after spending the summer of 2015 visiting on the front porch of the Berdahl-Rolvaag House, located at Heritage Park on the Augustana University campus in Sioux Falls. Our logbook appears to have floated off in a gust of prairie wind, but we found a few comments from satisfied geocachers online:

“Very interesting history. Thanks, South Dakota Magazine. I am part of the Goonies cachers — family members from Mitchell, Sioux Falls, Rapid City. We have found all of your caches so far except the first one. The door was locked to the tower and it was on a Sunday with nobody around to let us in.” — Buffalodon

“SEEK84 and I stopped by to pick this one up as we were returning from Yankton where we had been geocaching for 3 days. I honestly did not know this place existed until we stopped to find the cache and sign the log. SEEK84 and I actually stopped by the South Dakota Magazine office prior to heading north/home. Here we found their cache and paid our subscription for another year. Love the magazine and love the cache. Thanks for placing another one.” — Jaguars96

“I left work a little early today so I could stop and visit my niece and newborn baby boy. This came out as I was on my way so I made a little detour. I have gone past this park many times but never stopped. I’m glad I had a reason today.” — Raw54

Thanks to those who sought out last year’s cache and learned a little bit about South Dakota history at the Berdahl-Rolvaag House. Part of Augustana’s Heritage Park, the house was built by Norwegian immigrant Andrew Berdahl near Garretson in 1884. Andrew’s daughter Jennie married”Giants in the Earth” author Ole Rolvaag, and some of their possessions can be found inside the home. A 1909 schoolhouse once used near Renner Corner, Beaver Creek Lutheran Church, and the cabin where Ole Rolvaag wrote are also located at Heritage Park, south of 33rd Street between Grange and Prairie Avenue in Sioux Falls.

Our 2016 geocache will be ready soon! When we have coordinates for you, we’ll post them here in Editor’s Notebook.

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Our King of Rock & Roll

As a Sioux Falls Washington High School senior in 1959, Lee promoted his hit record “Rona Baby,” at the Prom Ballroom in St. Paul, Minnesota. He was surrounded by fans seeking his autograph.

Editor’s Note: The South Dakota Rock and Roll Hall of Fame will induct its newest class April 15-16 at the Ramkota Exhibit Hall in Sioux Falls. Nine bands will be inducted and will stage a concert. Myron Lee and the Caddies were among the groups honored in 2009. South Dakota Magazine featured Lee in its November/December 2004 issue. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

Myron Wachendorf of Sioux Falls is not a household name, but mention his stage name, Myron Lee, and a generation of South Dakotans recognize the father of South Dakota rock and roll. The Caddies turned out crowds across South Dakota and the Midwest in the late 1950s and early 1960s. After a remarkable 34 years with The Caddies, Myron Lee still performs, though in a different way. Myron the DJ spins music at private parties, weddings and special events.

On tour with Dick Clark of American Bandstand in 1963, Myron Lee and the Caddies was selected for Clark’s Caravan of Stars.

He doesn’t miss being a vocalist, says the rhythm guitarist and band leader who gained national attention and appeared on two North American tours with Dick Clark of American Bandstand and with Buddy Knox, Bobby Vee, Conway Twitty, Roy Orbison, the Everly Brothers, Frankie Vallee and the Four Seasons.

The band is gone, but its fans have not forgotten. Young fans of 40 years ago enjoyed the music into their middle age years and beyond. Their sons and daughters and even grandchildren sought Lee out at dances late in his career and told him stories they’d heard about the band.

“Ruskin Park Ballroom is a great memory,” said Karen Hoffman of rural Artesian, who attended dances at the famed dancehall near Forestburg in the 1960s with future husband Jim.”The first thing that comes to mind is Myron Lee and the Caddies. I can still hear ‘Peter Rabbit’ and ‘Little Boy Blue,'” she said.

Terry Woster of Pierre, news reporter and columnist for the Sioux Falls Argus Leader, says Myron Lee was a constant in his life for more than 30 years.”He’s a South Dakota legend and rock hero whose dances bring back everything that was best about those happy days.”

Lee climbed aboard the rock and roll bandwagon when the driving new beat was in its infancy. For him it started with the 1955 movie”Blackboard Jungle” and its theme song”Rock Around the Clock” by Bill Haley and the Comets.”I’ll never forget that afternoon at the Hollywood Theater in Sioux Falls,” Myron said. That sound, and Sonny James singing”Young Love” at the Arkota Ballroom, started Myron on his storied career.

After the James concert, Myron decided to become a performer like his father. Bob Wachendorf’s band, Bob’s Swingsters, played in the Parker and Marion area. His father died when Myron was eight, but during their brief time together he instilled in Myron a love of music and taught him the F and C chords on the piano. Sometimes he took Myron to dances in Sioux Falls, where the family had moved soon after Myron was born in Parker in 1941.”At the Melody Ballroom, he’d even let me play the drums for a few tunes,” Myron remembers.

As a junior in high school, Myron organized a small combo, abandoned the piano he played by ear and taught himself to play the guitar. The name”Caddies” came from Myron’s part-time golf course job at the Minnehaha Country Club.”It sounded like a wholesome, clean cut name,” he said. The Caddies played their first gig at The Stardust Club in east Sioux Falls for $15 a night. Soon they were booked at the Sioux Falls Cabana Club.

The Caddies’ first out of town performance was in 1958 at the Groveland Park Ballroom of Tyndall, now a machine shed on a Bon Homme County farm.

Too young to be where liquor was sold, they needed a chaperone and a note from Myron’s mother. Myron picked the songs people liked.”We listened to the Top Forty hits on KIHO radio and memorized the good ones,” he said.

Their first out-of-town job was playing intermissions at a”big band” dance at Groveland Park Ballroom in Tyndall. The people loved the music, and booed when the regular accordion band returned to the stage, he said.”It was embarrassing, but we couldn’t do anything about it.”

The ballroom manager, George Beringer, took note of The Caddies’ popularity and invited them back, and soon the band was in great demand. Myron hired a Sioux Falls radio DJ, Ki-Ho Helgie (Bob Helgeson) to manage the band.

From Ruskin Park to the Surf in Clear Lake, Iowa, the Paragon Ballroom in Kimball and a bank converted to a dance hall in Dimock, Myron Lee and the Caddies were hot. They played now-defunct ballrooms across the region, including 40 nights in the famed Holly Hock Ballroom in Hatfield, Minn. Johnson’s Barn, near Arthur, N.D., was a working dairy barn, with the haymow converted to a dancehall.”The cows didn’t bother us much,” he remembers,”but the place had a certain aroma, and it was always a surprise to hear bellowing in the background.”

Sioux Falls television personality Doug Lund was part of the early 1960s rock and roll scene.”When a lot of young guys, including me, were forming rock and roll bands, Myron Lee and the Caddies were already there and had set the bar of excellence awfully high,” he said.”Everything about the group, from their music to their stage presence, was tuned to perfection.”

Myron Lee not only had a popular band, but was a talented writer, with 13 records and three albums to his credit. He teamed with his future wife, Carole, to write the lyrics for”Rona Baby,” which climbed to number 10 on regional charts. He promoted the song at the famed Prom Ballroom in St. Paul, Minn., appearing with WDGY disc jockey Bill Diehl. His early song”Homicide,” cut on the Hep label in 1958, still has a following in England.

When Ki-Ho Helgie left, Myron and big band drummer Jimmy Thomas of Luverne, Minn., agreed to a five-year booking contract.”I was 17, so I couldn’t sign,” Lee said.”My mother signed for me. Jimmy said I could make as much as $150 a week. I thought I was a millionaire.”

Thomas advised Myron to put his name on the billing to insure the band’s continuity. Wachendorf was too long, and”people might think we were a polka band,” Myron remembers. A fan of singer Brenda Lee, he adopted her last name.

School became more difficult; Myron often fell asleep in class.”Just let him sleep,” the teacher once told other students.”He’s making more money than I am.”

In Sioux Falls in 1962, Myron Lee and the Caddies appeared on the same billing with the Everly Brothers. Myron is in the middle, with Don (left) and Phil.

During gigs in North Dakota, Myron met Bobby Vee. They became close friends, and still maintain contact. Lee and the Caddies backed up Vee on tours of the east coast and throughout North America.

Another big break was when singer Buddy Knox asked the Caddies to back him up on the first American rock and roll coast-to-coast tour of Canada.”I saw my first Eskimo in Flin Flon,” Myron remembers.

In 1963, on Vee’s recommendation, Dick Clark hired Myron’s band as the opening act and backup band for the singers on his Caravan of Stars. The Caddies memorized over 60 songs popularized by Jimmy Clanton, The Ronnettes and Brian Hyland, whose”Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” was an international gold record. On November 22, 1963, Myron and Hyland watched President John F. Kennedy’s motorcade pass just blocks from the Texas Schoolbook Depository. They heard the rifle shots that took the president’s life. That tour ended in sadness, but Clark was so impressed with Myron and his band that he invited them back for a second Caravan of Stars tour in 1965.

When the Beatles performed on the Ed Sullivan show Feb. 9, 1964, the music scene began to change. Myron’s band returned to South Dakota to play clubs, lounges and private parties. But now he had to find what he described as”real work” to support his wife and three children. He sold snowmobiles and worked in the KELO television studio and as a Sioux Falls radio talk show host. He continued to find an occasional evening job doing what he loved to do.

By the 1980s, the Caddies’ brand of rock and roll had regained popularity. Lee’s best year ever was 1989, he said. But music continued to change. Young people went to see roiling smoke, flashing strobe lights, gaudy make-up, grungy costumes and heavy metal. Lee had also had his fill of travel to venues where he’d performed 30 or 40 times. He began to notice the drudgery of setting up equipment, the difficulty of late night hours and the long, early morning drives home to Sioux Falls.

The Caddies last performed at a Vern Eide Christmas party in Sioux Falls in 1992. It was an emotional ending to a long and successful career.”I guess I just suffered from severe burn out,” Lee said.”I’ve since been asked to return for one final dance, and offered good money to do it.” But he’s seen other entertainers try to make a comeback.”I’d rather have people remember us as we once were,” he said.

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Sanaa vs. Bobby

We live in the age of technology. Nothing proves this more clearly than our television viewing habits. Nobody subscribes to the TV Guide magazines of yesteryear or waits for their favorite program on Thursday night. Streaming and binge watching online is the norm. If you do still have a cable or satellite connection, sports might be the only thing viewed at the time actually aired.

We are guilty of chasing this immediate gratification. We access a few streaming services and have several favorites from the networks that are dutifully recorded. When we have time to relax we pull up a recording, and the current schedule seldom gets a glance. The only exception is Downton Abbey on SDPB, and with its last episode airing Sunday, even this is coming to an end.

However, tonight there will be another exception for our television viewing. We will tune in to the Food Network at 9 p.m. Central, 8 p.m. Mountain, for Beat Bobby Flay. While this isn’t on our regular rotation of programs, it is a must for us to see this particular episode in which Sanaa Abourezk, one of South Dakota’s favorite chefs, is competing.

I met Sanaa online through Twitter many years ago. Social media was in its infancy, and someone had told me it could be good for my blog. I searched out a few people across the state who seemed to have similar interests, and Sanaa made the cut. More importantly, the chef, restaurant owner, cookbook author and blogger interacted. She offered cooking advice when asked, chatted about the weather, shared a love of sushi and laughed at my corny jokes. When I first made my way to her Sioux Falls restaurant, Sanaa’s 8th Street Gourmet, not only did she treat me to delicious Mediterranean foods that I had never tasted, she took time out of her busy day to sit and visit with me while I ate and sent me away with special treats. It was clear that she loves to share her knowledge and incredible food, and also that I could count on Sanaa as a real friend.

So tonight, thanks to the age of technology, I will cheer on this friend from the comfort of my sofa. No matter the outcome, I will feel that Sanaa is the winner. Her cookbooks, cooking classes, restaurant and her blog are all rich with her profound passion for good food and sharing a good life here in South Dakota.

Tabbouleh is one of my favorite offerings at Sanaa’s 8th Street Gourmet. I recreate it often in the summer with parsley from my garden and savor its bright, fresh flavors with hummus and pitas.


Tabbouleh

Tabbouleh can be served in a pita or as a side salad.

(Adapted from Sanaa Abourezk’s Secrets of Healthy Middle Eastern Cooking)

1/2 cup Quick Cooking Bulgur Wheat (I use Bob’s Red Mill)

1 cup water

4 cups finely chopped ripe tomatoes

1 cup finely chopped onion

5 cups finely chopped parsley

1/2 cup fresh lemon juice (really, fresh is so much better than bottled stuff)

2 tablespoons olive oil

Bring water to a boil.

Add the bulgur wheat; stir.

Cover and simmer for 12-15 minutes, or until tender.

In a salad bowl, combine the cooked bulgur with the tomatoes, onion and parsley.

(Can be prepared ahead to this point and dressed just prior to serving.)

Drizzle with the lemon juice and olive oil and toss to coat. (6 servings)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their three dogs ranch near Colome.

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Fire and Ice

It hasn’t exactly been a long, cold winter, but for a photographer who likes summer thunderstorms and night skies filled with the Milky Way and the call of nighthawks, it has been at least been a long winter. The short days are finally lengthening again, and it seems that spring is making an early push. I’m not complaining, but there is one thing about winter that I tend to miss during the high heat of summer. Sunsets come early in the evening, and the warm, fiery colors in the southwest sky contrasted with the cold, blue-toned snow and ice is one of the visually exquisite gifts of winter.

I haven’t been able to get out and shoot as much as I’d like this winter, but because the sunsets tend to happen around”quitting time,” I do occasionally chase a sunset if the mood strikes and the sky looks promising. The first few photos of this collection show the evolving colors of a sunset on a January evening in Sioux Falls.

The last few photos happened just last week as one of the most spectacular and unexpected sunset skies blazed for a few minutes over Sioux Falls. Earlier in the afternoon, the clouds looked promising for a colorful sunset. However by the time I broke free of my daily duties at around 5:45 p.m., it looked as if the sky would totally cloud over. There was still a slim opening to the sky in the southwest, so I took a chance. I gathered my gear and headed to Falls Park. As I was driving there, the sky began to bloom with color and I realized it was going to be good. But that’s when the stoplights and traffic on Cliff Avenue slowed to an agonizing crawl. I was sure that I waited too long, and now the busy Sioux Falls traffic was going to keep me from capturing anything worthwhile.

When I arrived on the east side of the park the parking lot was full. I grumbled under my breath, realizing I would have to park as far away as possible from the spot where I wanted to set up. Meanwhile the sky was turning more beautiful by the second. Once the engine was off, I grabbed my camera bag and tripod and began to half run, half slip and slide my way down the sidewalks to the overlook. Like an unknown Marvel superhero, my hands were a blur as I ripped open the bag and assembled the camera to the lens and then to the tripod. Snap! I got the first photo. Whew! Relief and joy descended down my spine, and the tension of possibly missing the shot began to melt. The sky turned orange, and then pink and purple. I shot video clips and multiple bracket shots of the falls, and it was all glorious.

The recent warm weather had caused the ice on the lower part of the falls to disappear, yet there was ice cover over the top. The resulting view and relatively warm weather (for February) along with the fiery colors in the sky really made the scene before me look like spring was breaking through Old Man Winter’s grip right before my eyes. Maybe a beginning of the end of another long, cold winter in South Dakota? I hope so.

Christian Begeman grew up in Isabel and now lives in Sioux Falls. When he’s not working at Midcontinent Communications he is often on the road photographing South Dakota’s prettiest spots. Follow Begeman on his blog.

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Snow Birds

The first major snowstorm of the season hit the midwest on Friday. Only a few inches were initially expected in Sioux Falls, but the city saw record snowfall by the end of the day. The previous record for November 20 was 3.8 inches in 1975. A whopping 14 inches were reported on the south side of town while northern Sioux Falls received about half as much. Christian Begeman spent a few hours at the Outdoor Campus that afternoon, observing birds stocking up at the feeders. See more of his work at cbegeman.blogspot.com.