Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

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Foooood!

June 4, 2017

This week Mr. Dragon and I made, and canned, some blackberry jelly, and apple butter. It was awesome!

blackberry jelly

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A Bit of Art

May 21, 2017

While out and about this weekend, I bought this unpainted pie plate set.  The bottom is what it all looked like when I bought it. I still have another coat to go on the top.
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I Love Farm Living

May 19, 2017

One of the best things about living on a farm is eating fresh food. Today, while on a walk, we picked a few blackberries. Enough to make a pie!
first blackbery pie of the season

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Mars Thing Continued…

April 12, 2017

So after Breadgate, and a series of other mishaps, I decided to test the Mars in retrograde theory -I baked chocolate chip cookies.  I have used the same recipe since I was pregnant for my oldest daughter.  This is my “go-to” recipe. The only time I ever flopped a batch is when I was busy talking to a friend and forgot to add an ingredient.  Last night I followed the directions perfectly. I didn’t need to use the directions, but when you’re testing something like this you have to give 100 percent.  I had my daughter as my assistant, who happens to be a fanatic about these cookies.  If anything was amiss she would know it. SO, I made the dough, which passed my daughter’s taste test.  I put them in the oven and carefully set the timer, AND… the bastards still flopped!  They not only didn’t look right, they tasted like I didn’t add any sugar at all ( I used white AND brown sugar). WTH??  It’s true ladies and gentlemen!  The whole Mars thing!  *cowers and looks fearfully at the sky*

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Set For Spring

April 11, 2017

I replaced our dark tablecloth with a more Spring(y) one.  Which of course led to redoing the whole table.

Spring table 2

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When the Cosmos Line Up Against You

April 11, 2017

Yesterday I noticed bread on the shopping list, and since I didn’t feel like going to the store, I decided to make my own. I’ve done it before and it turned out beautifully.  It looked perfect and tasted soooo good.  What I didn’t know was disaster was lurking in the shadows. Crouched like a monster, with snarling teeth to devour all …well… you get the idea.
To say that my bread making (which I now refer to as “bread gate”) went bad, is an understatement.  First of all, let me just get out the swear jar before I bust out with this story…
Bread making is (USUALLY) a rewarding experience.  I don’t use a mixer because I like the feel of actually kneading the dough.  It, I feel, helps me connect with my grandmother, who was a prolific baker/cook.  This particular recipe calls for you to knead the dough for ten minutes. Then you let it rest for an hour and a half, then you separate, then you let it rest again for 45 minutes before baking. I don’t know what the hell happened.  I did everything just like I normally do, and that shit looked as flat as my sister before (and after) puberty.  And was dense as a mother!@$$%#!  Did I prep the yeast too much?  Was the water too hot?  Did I freakin’ breath on it wrong??  Maybe I should have made a sacrifice to it?  Offered up my first born?  Just as I was beginning to think my baking skills were not up to snuff, I discovered that Mars was in retrograde. Ahhhhh…now it all makes sense.  The freakin’ cosmos were against me.  You can’t fight something like that. Mars is in retrograde 4 times a year. If you’re the baking type, I suggest you eat out on those dates.

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A Chef Is Born

March 12, 2017

Tonight I decided to let Shane help me with dinner.  He helped with every aspect of it. From helping peel and cut potatoes, making the green bean casserole, to even helping cook the meat.  And although watching an 8 year old do a good job of knocking out a meal, what was really fascinating was hearing his credentials in the cooking realm go from novice to chef in the span of one evening. It got even better at the dinner table. I had let him add his own touch to the green bean casserole.  Who knew it would be the equivalent of the Colonel’s secret recipe.
Shane:  No one is to know my secret ingredient for the green beans.

His Mother: You already told us.

Me:  And your grandpa too.

Shane: Nobody besides this family can know my secret ingredient.

Us:  *giggles*

After telling him how well his cooking turned out, he insisted that we all thank him AT THE SAME TIME.  We had to count it down to get it right.
It was at this time that he graciously reminded everyone that I had helped him cook dinner, and they should thank me too.  This was followed by multiple Chef Shane high fives and fist bumps, to which he shouted “teamwork”.  I can’t wait to see what he whips up tomorrow.