December 2020, Week 2
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Comments (24)Nancy, I knew y'all would be amused by my decision to make salsa. It isn't making it that I find so difficult---it is the struggle to get all the canning done in addition to all the summertime gardening chores, all in the endless summer heat---especially since my kitchen faces the west. Being able to make the salsa in autumn or winter is so much nicer. Also, it comes down to quantity. I made only about a third of what I used to make, so before I had time to get tired and burned out, I already was done. Anyway, it just didn't feel like Christmas without counters and tables covered with gift bags containing jars of salsa. So, now that I have cluttered up the house with gift bags (we buy them in lots of 100 online from U-line) and jars of salsa, it feels like Christmas. Like it or not, and on hot summer days I kinda hate it, this has become our tradition. I honestly did miss canning this summer, and I miss having lots of jars of pickles and canned tomatoes and such, but I put up enough tomatoes in the freezer to get us through the winter, and now we have enough salsa too, even after we give away a lot of it. Tim gave me a stripped down list containing how much salsa he needed for work and it was so short I told him he could add more names, so he added about 10 more. I'm glad he didn't go too wild adding more names to the list, or I'd be making more salsa. It helps that his current work group is about 1/4 the size of the work group he had back when he was a lieutenant. It sounds like you got into the spirit and are creating Christmas joy everywhere. I did decorate the house more this year than I have done in the last decade, purely because the girls love it so much. To me, there's something that is just so nice and cozy about spending chilly, cloudy, rainy winter days indoors in the kitchen, cooking or baking with Christmas lights twinkling on the tree, and elsewhere. Even when the dogs are grabbing ball-shaped Christmas ornaments and running off with them, and the cats are attacking everything on the tree, it still just.....feels like Christmas. Oh, and when I was making salsa all day, I didn't even have to run the furnace because the hot, steamy kitchen was heating up the whole house. I didn't even realize how hot and steamy the house was until I went outside around 5 pm to feed the deer and birds (and squirrels and coons and possums and whoever else shows up....) their dinner. It was windy and chilly, but not rainy that day, and I did wear a coat. When I walked back into the house, I was stunned at how hot and steamy it was just from the day-long salsa canning operation. The difference between the indoor air and outdoor air reminded me why summer canning is so miserable.... Rain makes our cats and dogs crazy. It is almost like they want to go out even more than usual because it is raining and they can't. They drive me crazy with whining and fussing and sitting at the door and wanting to go out into pouring rain. We had mostly light bands of the rain, not the heavier ones that hit y'all, so we only have about 1.6" in our rain gauge, which is plenty since we just had good rainfall last week as well. We have nothing but mud again. I guess winter mud season has begun. The wind has been pretty rough. I think our highest recorded wind gust was only about 41 mph or something, so we never got the drastically higher wind, but even wind speeds in the 30s and 40s create quite a brutal wind chill. Jen, Our dogs are the worst beggars when I'm baking. I guess the aromas drifting out of the kitchen fire up their appetites. I bet you will be busy with extra dogs during the holiday season. There's a pet boarding facility in our county and two of my friends used to work there. They always were insanely busy during holiday periods. It is so nice of you to make puppy gift bags. Jennifer, I'm glad y'all were able to cross getting Ethan a replacement vehicle off your list and now have one less thing to worry about. Traffic was brutal here too. We got paged out to a couple of wrecks yesterday, but the worst wrecks were well north of us, including a double-fatality crash in the evening where 3 VFDs had to extricate two people, both in critical condition, from the wrecked vehicles in addition to the one who didn't survive the impact. It was so horrible, and to think that two families lost loved ones this close to the holidays is just so sad. Hopefully the other patients recover well from their injuries. It is astonishing how many more car wrecks there are when it rains, and a crash like that can change families' lives in an instant. Chris just drove in from Dallas this morning, and told me a few minutes ago that he was battling strong winds in the rain all the way home, so the highways must have had one of those strong bands of wind and rain over them at the time he was driving. It doesn't seem that bad here at the house, but we are in a low-lying area and have acres and acres of trees serving as wind blocks, so I think we don't feel the wind as much here at home, at least sometimes. We did have thunderstorms, which seems odd for December, but our weather is nuts so that doesn't even surprise me that much. I'd say name the chicken whatever makes you happy. But.....sometimes pet names can sound ridiculous to other people. We once had a dog named Biscuit (Chris names him after Limp Bizket) and then got another dog named Honey. When they were out running on the property and I was out calling their names wanting them to come home, it sounded like I was calling my breakfast to come in, i. e. "Honey! Biscuit!" Both are long gone now, and since then I've been more careful about giving animals names that sound like food. Well, except for Pumpkin. He was orange so that name was just a natural for him. Your young roo will realize he is in charge in late winter or early spring when it is time for him to fertilize the girls' eggs so y'all can have chicks if you choose to let the hens set on eggs and hatch them. It is a hormone thing. I am sure it must be triggered by daylength or something once a rooster reaches a certain age. Trust me, he'll turn into Mr. Macho Man when he realizes he rules the roost and that the rest of the chickens are his harem. From that point forward, he'll have an attitude and he will be so proud to show off his boss-man attitude. He might develop a lot of swagger that borders on being obnoxious. We'd had a few roosters over the years who thought they'd spur every human who walked into the coop or the chicken run once the spring season had begun. Generally I could put a halt to the constant spurring by whacking a rooster once or twice (not hard, just enough to get its attention) with the broom. Once you establish that the rooster is not allowed to spur people, life gets much easier. It's all good, though, because once he reaches that point, he'll be a rock-solid protector of his girls, herding them together underneath shrubs or trees, for example, when hawks are flying over. He'll also fight fiercely to protect them. I agree that it can be hard to keep things looking nice when you have indoor pets. It is a constant struggle, but one that we willingly endure because we love both our home and our animals. I feel like I'm constant mopping up pet paw prints, wiping up assorted messes (we should own stock in Chlorox Wipes), and sweeping up/vacuuming up pet hair. It is never-ending. For as much hair as the cats and dogs shed constantly, I have no idea why they are not bald. I have nothing gardening-related, other than that first bloom on the first amaryllis has opened and it is solid white and so very pretty. I placed the amaryllis pot on a shelf in front of a black chalkboard today so the white flower stands out like crazy in front of the chalkboard. That plant has two blooming stalks, each of which normally produces 3 or 4 flowers over a period of weeks, and now a third stalk is arising from the bulb and will produce at least one flower bud. It is an oddly shaped bud, like someone sliced the top off (though it is intact) and gave it a flat-top haircut, so to speak. It will be interesting to see if that bud produces a normal flower. The next plant to bloom is one that has produced only one flower stalk so far. I had the four year old this morning while Chris went to Dallas and back again, and beginning tonight, we'll have both girls for the weekend while Chris and his girlfriend both work. We have lots of fun holiday activities planned and they are excited. It is hard for the little one to understand how much longer she has to wait for Christmas to get here. Every time she comes into the house, she asks if today is the day to open presents. By now, she should know that the answer is 'No'. Today she informed me that she needs a new baby doll because the two dolls she has here at the house "need" a little sister. I personally feel two baby dolls underfoot are plenty. Anyhow, our holiday shopping for her is all done already and I have no desire to fight the crowds to do more shopping. I'm grateful it rained. There were some pretty big fires (800+ acres) yesterday in parts of western OK that had the wind gusts in the upper 50s but no rain. Those of us who received rain could have had the same wildfire issues if we had remained dry. As annoying as the constant rain can be while it is falling (I feel like those rain bands have been circulating over us for days and days, and it really has been only two days), it is good to get the rain after the plants have frozen and are brown, crispy and ready to burn. After today/tonight, we get some better weather for a few days so that will be nice. I miss the sun when it is not shining and visible. Dawn...See MoreMay 2020, Week 2
Comments (70)Kim, That is too funny. Our older granddaughter won't eat hot dogs at all (perhaps she correctly suspects they are mystery meat) but the 5-year-old loves them. Because I enjoy William Woys Weavers heirloom vegetable books so much, I read some of his books on historical PA cooking, and tried to gain an appreciation for the food of Tim's ancestors. I think I failed. Tim's great, great-grandfather came to America from County Cork , Ireland, in the 1800s. Since we know that the Irish ate lots of potatoes, that is the form of historical Irish cooking I'm good at---growing and cooking potatoes, and of course, eating them. I don't think Tim ever was a fan of traditional PA cooking. Luckily for him, because his parents both worked in the 1960s and beyond, they had a part-time housekeeper who at least started dinner most nights and had it either fully cooked or ready to pop into the oven when they got home from school (his mom was a teacher) and work, and Mrs. P. prepared a lot of ethnic food for them---mainly Polish and Italian, so that is the sort of stuff Tim likes to this day. Sadly, I don't cook Polish style food and don't even know how, though he has tried to explain to me some of the dishes he remembers, but he and I both prepare a lot of Italian food. I keep thinking I'll make him some of Mrs. P's 'pigs in blankets', also called something that sounds like halupki though I am unclear on the spelling, which are not the pigs in blankets (hot dogs wrapped in crescent roll dough and cooked) we grew up eating in Texas a few decades ago. They are some sort of meat and other stuff wrapped in and cooked in cabbage leaves. The main Mrs. P. recipe that Tim and his sisters taught me in the 1980s or 1990s was for homemade Stromboli. Hmmm. Just thinking about Mrs. P's Stromboli makes me want to make some. Perhaps I'll do that this weekend and teach the kids how to make it. They love learning to cook, especially the 5 year old. She takes great pride in helping with each meal, and loves making homemade pizza, so she probably would enjoy making and eating Stromboli, as long as we put pepperoni in it, which we always do. Last night's BLT sandwiches were a huge hit with the girls. They told me they already had had BLT sandwiches at home with Chris and Jana, using their own home-grown lettuce but with store-bought tomatoes. I assured them that BLTs are even tastier when made with home-grown tomatoes, and they seemed to agree. I tried to make the meal as traditionally southern as I could by serving southern peas with snaps and bacon, corn, fried apples and sweet tea. If I'd had more time and a can of creamed corn I would have made corn casserole instead of just regular canned corn. I think that this afternoon it will be too cold for swimming---roughly ten degrees cooler than the last two days, so we will need a project. After spending 4 hours per day in the pool the last two days, the girls may have swimming pool withdrawal today. I'm thinking we'll teach them how to make home-made ice cream the old-fashioned southern way from scratch. It will be too wet, obviously, to do any lawn or garden work, and there's more rain in the forecast for today. We were mostly missed by yesterday's storms, at least in the sense that nothing stalled over us and dropped several inches of rain or any hail either, so we just had a normal thunderstorm and are not suffering from flooding like so many people a couple of counties north of us. I understand that at one point Paul's Valley had a foot of water in the streets yesterday after receiving several inches of rain in a very short time frame. Tim had to run on two weather-related fire calls---a single-vehicle rollover on the interstate at the height of our heaviest rain, and then a lightning-caused fire a few hours later after we'd already gone to bed. Really, though, the rain was just a mild disruption here. The air feels so cool and inviting today outdoors compared to the higher heat and higher humidity we have had the last couple of days, and I'm hoping the rain maybe knocked down a lot of the pollen that was in the air. Jennifer, Ugh. Our mom made us eat liver when she made it. I thoroughly hated it and mostly chewed it endlessly as her liver was always incredibly tough (my mom overcooked all meat except for roast beef and fried chicken) and then discreetly buried the chewed liver in my paper napkin in my nap until I could convince her that I'd eaten enough of it to be allowed to leave the table. Walking to McD's wasn't an option for us as it was probably 5 miles away. Tim likes liver and onions and I prepared them once for him early in our marriage. He loved them and I told him that if he ever wanted to eat them again, he could prepare them himself because just looking at raw liver and cooking it turned my stomach. I haven't cooked liver and onions since, and I think he's only prepared it once or twice. My parents mostly used commercially canned vegetables too when I was a kid, and maybe that's why I don't like them. Once I was out on my own and could prepare fresh produce, or could use frozen produce, I really didn't buy and use many canned veggies, and I don't even like to can most of them. I prefer frozen-fresh-from-the-garden produce so much more when I am preserving and cooking produce we have grown. We do have quite a lot of commercially canned veggies right now because I stocked up on them when the corona virus was in China and I was preparing for possible supply chain disruptions. Costco sells several basic veggies by the case, so that was what I bought and what we have been eating. I just try to dress them up when I cook them. I remember that horrible chow mein from a can. My mom hated cooking, so tried to spend as little time as possible doing it, so we got all sorts of junk like that for meals. She was all into convenience meals that took as little time as possible to prepare. On the weekends my dad would cook, glorious southern home cooking every time, and we all pigged out on his meals on the weekends. My mom could have cooked that way because her mom certainly did, but she didn't like to cook so she didn't bother. She also didn't like sandwiches, so never made them for us. My dad made me a sandwich for my school lunch every day, but I don't remember mom ever making us one. I was shocked when I reached middle school age and realized how many of my friends ate sandwiches every single day, both at home and at school. Sandwiches were not something we kids in our family grew up eating, which now just seems weird to me. Ditto on meals using garden produce. My dad could harvest stuff from the garden and turn it into a meal in the blink of an eye. He'd chop up potatoes, onions, peppers and okra and pour them into cast iron skilled filled with bacon drippings. Then he'd drizzle corn meal right over the sop, add chopped-up raw bacon, nad stir-fry it all together and serve it hot. It was a delicious meal. He also fried okra the traditional way all the time. One thing he never did was stir together okra and tomatoes and cook them as a side dish. He had no love for slimey okra, and neither do I. I like to slice okra, drizzle it with oil and roast it, sprinkle a few herbs on it and then eat it fresh. We call this roasted okra okra chips. Beck's Big Buck okra is ideal for this because the pods are big and wide and fat. Nancy, We never ate casseroles growing up, so I didn't even know what they were until I became an adult and had a friend who used them a lot to stretch a little meat to go a long way while she was a young mom who still was a college student and had a family to feed on a tight budget. I liked her casseroles but they were like foreign food to me. Traditional southern cooking tends to be heavily flavored with spices and herbs, perhaps to make up for some of the cheap food that often comprises southern meals. I think the theory is that you just keep adding more flavor to it until you make it tasty. Just last night Lillie was talking about eating pickled pigs feet with her Great-Grandmother on her mom's side of the family. She liked them when she was little, she says, because she didn't know any better. Now she thinks the idea of pickling pigs feet and eating them is gross. I told her I could buy her some pickled pigs feet at the Fischer Meat Market in Muenster and she assured me that it was not necessary. Just remember that I offered to keep Grandma Ruth's tradition alive. Sadly they lost Grandma Ruth in December. With regard to shell beans and shell southern peas, I think the southern peas have an earthier flavor. I like shelled southern peas more than shelley snap beans in general, and usually harvest and prepare the snap beans as green beans. It seems to me that people like Tim who grew up in the northeast eat a lot more shelley snap beans than people who grow up in the south---maybe because our fresh green bean season is so short in the south. Amy, Your story about chitlins reminds me of high school. It was the late 1970s and our high school offered elective courses like "Black American History", "Mexican American History", etc. and a lot of us took them as juniors and seniors to fill our school day. For "Black American History" we drew group project assignments (for a team of two) from a hat and the assignment that my friend and I drew was to prepare and serve, to our class of about 15 people, a traditional soul food meal. We were in a panic because we really didn't know what soul food was. After doing research, I calmed down because it turned out I had grown up on a lot of white soul food that was not very different from black soul food. This was a revelation to me---but then I realized that if you came from a traditionally poor southern background, you were eating the same foods basically prepared the same way no matter the color of your skin. It was more of a new thing for my classmate whose family was more upwardly mobile and didn't eat what we then jokingly referred to as white trash southern cooking. We did make a dazzling soul food meal that our classmates enjoyed and we liked doing it and eating the meal. We did not, however, make chitlins. We did make crackin' corn bread and collards, among other things. A lot of historical southern food, whether prepared by slaves back in the day or by poor white southern subsistence farmers (aka as sharecroppers) like my dad's family were about the same thing, though I didn't realize that until I was in high school. It was all about using every single part of the animal or plant because you didn't have enough food to waste any part of it. My aunts on my dad's side could can anything and they did, including green weeds, and they did that because that canned poke sallet or canned lambsquarters might be the one thing you had that helped you survive the long winter's non-gardening season without going meal-less. They did grow greens and such in the winter as the weather allowed, but it was hard to raise enough in the Dust Bowl years to keep a large family fed and alive. I learned a lot from them, but never acquired my dad's family's fondness for pickling every single food item known to mankind and then eating it. Our family gatherings always seemed to include about 15 kinds of vegetable pickles of all kinds, which seemed excessive to us children of the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s. That's how they ate though because they always pickled so many veggies when they were relying 99% on the food they could grow. Our lives are so much simpler nowadays by comparison and we are so spoiled. I still try to grow and preserve as much of our food as possible, but I don't do it in hugely excessive amounts like I did 10 or 20 years ago. There is no reason to put up three years' worth of produce every single year, but it took me a long time to learn that. I need to get off the computer and get busy before the girls wake up. Dawn...See MoreAugust 2020, Week 5-September 2020, Week 1
Comments (63)Yay for the violets, Nancy! And...you still have summer squash? The bugs killed ours long ago. Even the C. Moschata. I am pooped. So tired. We shopped today and I don't have to tell anyone that shopping is very unpleasant right now. However, Dillards allows you to try on clothes and I found a dress. It's not exactly the bohemian/fairy princess dress that I wanted. But it fits nicely and its a forest green color...and it's Robin Hoodish (not really), so I bought it. Paid more than what I wanted to pay, but it's done. DONE! Came home around 3 and sliced, breaded and froze okra. Then figured out how to use my pressure canner as a water bath canner and pickled some okra. On my own. The lids sealed so hopefully we're good. My house is getting to the point that I am very unhappy. I know a clean house isn't the most important thing in the world....but I enjoy a clean home. It just feels nice to me. However, a clean house isn't anywhere in my near future. I am hoping the robot vacuums are cheap this Christmas. That will at least help. We are celebrating Mason's BD tomorrow and that will be fun. It's at a very good restaurant that I haven't been to in a long time. Then grocery shopping and then maybe starting more lettuce seed. In between all of those things is animal care. Lots of animal care. There's always one of them doing something they shouldn't be doing or somewhere they shouldn't be hanging out. One of the fat buff orpingtons has figured out how to get out of the chicken yard. And she isn't swift. She is dumb--beautiful but dumb and wanders over by the dogs. So, I'm constantly leaving whatever task I'm working on to catch her or entice her back to the yard. And everyone is always hungry all the time. The 3 young pullets mingled with the main flock today. It went very well. Having a good rooster helps with that. They're roosting in their own coop, though. It will be a gradual thing as always. Momma Blossom will be tired of her chicks soon and those two chicks will need to move to the pullet coop at that time. Although, at least one of those chicks is a cockerel. Tom may or may not start doing meat birds and these two could be the start of it. They won't be THE meat birds, but they might be the parents of. I've named the one I think is a girl. Her name is Gwendolyn, which is sorta funny because Gwendolyn (actually related to Jennifer/Guinevere.) means white ...and Gwendolyn is a dark cornish. I'm simply rambling now....See MoreDecember 2020, Week 4
Comments (61)Yes, like Larry, I've had visions of children starving across pockets of America, including here. I've been cooking and baking for what, 2 weeks? 3 weeks? I was still cooking today, so won't be delivering until tomorrow. I talked with my friends this morning (both of whom have had Covid for 8 days now. . . they assured me they're about 80% healed. . . but they didn't sound that way. John said the total lack of energy was one of the biggest things, and I could hear them coughing.), and I was worrying about not getting food delivered yet. They assured me that everyone was covered. They said all got some things, some more. So that made me almost re-think recipients I had in mind. . . Trying now to think of elderly folks who don't have anyone. I wish I knew more about people in town. I'll have to find sources. I'm so tired tonight! Feel like my legs are going to fall off. Cooked all day long. I gave GDW choice of rigatoni with Ital. sausage bolognese and ricotta filling or cold pork sandwiches from a FANTASTIC pork shoulder roast I ssssllllloooowwww cooked yesterday. He chose pork sandwiches. Fancy Dancy Christmas dinner. I grazed all day taste-testing dishes--pecan praline cake (I made four 6.5x9" cakes. This was MY half of one of em. LOL. John gets 1 and a half because he LOVED that cake.). HJ--I laughed so hard that you had on the same sweater 7 years later to the day! CRAZY. Oh, speaking of crazy coincidences. I was posting pics on FB yesterday. Had a bunch of friends and family pics. One was me in arm slings--with my Dad. I mentioned that at the time both of my arms (actually, wrists) were broken. Two of our great OK gardening friends chimed in that they also had broken both wrists at the same time--one backwards in the bathroom; the other while unloading bales of hay. Sandy and Lori. Sandy commented that we belonged to a kind of exclusive club. Well, through the. years, I knew of another acquaintance in Mpls who did that--while cross-country skiing. This was particularly funny because both of those ladies are friends of mine! WOW. SOOOOOOOO, I don't know how many read these posts--but any of you "two broken wrists at the same time" folks? I'd never broken a bone until I was 51, and then broke 3 wrists and one leg in a year--the wrists from rollerblading; the leg while playing tag with Brisco the kids' wonderful Australian shepherd. I put on the brakes, hit a wet spot, and went sliding with one leg bent back under me/ I hear the snap and thought. . . "Ah, this isn't good." We were in Mpls at Hiawatha park, down a couple hundred steps from the falls, into a valley/basin. Only way out would be the steps or a helicopter. Ankle swelled immediately like a balloon. Thank God Steph (my wonderful DIL) was with Brisco and me--just for moral support. I crawled up the 150-200 steps to the top. Then Steph ran home (was only 3 blocks) to get the van and came back for Brisco and me. This was the year after the 3 broken wrists, so Steph was well-versed in my sudden misadventures. The worst part of it was that Wade was out of town for a couple days, and Steph and I had planned a GRAND dinner out that evening, just the two of us. So we got me home, I told her it'd probably be fine, I'd just put some ice on it and we could go to dinner. I iced it all afternoon, and then took a crutch to dinner. Assured her it was fine, but raised the leg to the empty chair next to me. So that was fine. Next morning, I was going to walk to the neighborhood grocery store 2 houses down and kitty corner across the street. Nope. I called her (they lived right next door) and said I guessed I needed to go to ER. They put a cast on temporarily and I got to go back to my broken arm doctor 2 days later. I liked that doc. Dr. Beck. I asked him if I should be worried about osteoporosis. He said, "No, you might want to pray you'll get over this clumsy phase soon. And stay off the rollerblades." Hilarious. Like Danny and Jen, I have a few being locked outside stories, but Larry, yours takes the cake! That is NUTS. Moni, I LOVE your adventures! That is an awesome park--I would love to see it in the spring. Will you please go back then and take more pictures? It looks to be, by gosh, rockier than it is here! And NO, I most likely won't go there. Thing is, I LOVE being right here. I will say, 20 years ago, I loved traveling and loved road trips. But now, I am stuck here with the critters and yard, and it's okay with me--no place I'd rather be. I think it's true--as we get old our neighborhood gets smaller. . . When I was 40 and heard this, is made me feel sad for folks ike my grandparents and other "oldsters." NOW? Now I get it. Well.................. Christmas has also take on a different tone. I woke. up this morning and felt so joyful and blessed. First to have read and studied Luke thoroughly over the past 24 days (there are 24 chapters in Luke). Second, that I had all day to finish cooking food for others. Third, that I didn't have one ornament to take down, because I hadn't put one ornament up. Also, we didn't have a bunch of gifts to buy. Long story and a lotta kids, but as a result, we just don't do presents, for the most part. That's part of why I go on these cookie-baking binges. I box em up and send to the families. And GDW and I don't buy for each other--if there's something we want, we get it. It was a GREAT Christmas. I'm thankful for what we have and that we're able to share a bit; thankful for knowing so many good people. Bless you all!...See MoreNancy RW (zone 7)
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