It’s a blog that reflects what’s going on in my little corner of fly-over land, which we quite purposefully sought out in order to secure our futures and to provide for those we love as best we can should worse come to worst. It’s a blog about what I try to think about when I’ve
Not chili, chili soup!* For me, it’s a tie. Mr. Big Food is still thinkin’ on it. I’ve got it tied with Slow Cooker Potato Cheese Soup with Wieners (here, and here). If you are new to this game, we’re having a Fall/Winter Soup Contest. This is the 4th entrant. There have been several disqualified
Good morning! I love family traditions. My mother, who is not especially superstitious but who has no problem passing along superstitious traditions, taught me that the way in which one ends an old year and rings in a new year will be way in which one will end the new year and ring in a
Pathetic. I’m diddling around on the World Wide Web awaiting the start of a football game. What I was doing while diddling: a word cloud of the blog. I think it sums things up nicely. Mr. Big Food is already in front of the television. He blurts out loudly enough for me to hear, “Franklin
Yesterday, when I posted some photos of the knedle in progress, I said When I post the recipe– which I will after I have some photos of them doing what God intended them to do– I’ll include the correct name. Here they are, doing what God intended: soaking up some ‘peek-a-pok, good gravy.’ Courtesy of
No. It is not snowing in Mississippi on December 29, 2011. This is a photo from February 10, 2011, when we had a BIG snow, by Mississippi standards. These are two Mississippi kids, looking for adventure getting their daily exercise. They asked if they could sled down our “hill” and of course we granted permission.
Commenting on the bread dumplings— which were delicious– suek shares the following (which I’ve edited for ease of reading, and one typo*): In our house, stale bread = Chocolate chip pudding! Grease a baking dish. Fill with cubed/broken dried bread (including crusts). Then you need a bit of guess work…quantity of milk is determined by
Mr. Big Food is cooking up a bouře! [Czech speaking relatives– this is what an on-line translator told me “storm” was in Czech. Is this correct? I highly doubt it.] Fifty bread dumplings in the works Steamed bread dumplings Ready to eat bread dumplings It never ceases to amaze me just how frugal those old
The Big Food Manual and Survivalist Flourishing Guide recently crossed the 14,000 recipe mark. For readers unfamiliar with this collection, I started it back in the early summer of 2006, before Marica and I left “The Compound” in Cincinnati’s Northside community for “The Bunker” in rural Rileyville, Virginia, where we were on a year’s sabbatical
I did not want the year to end before I’d shared “The Cook’s Creed” from Meta Given’s The Modern Family Cookbook published in 1958. Food Shopper’s Creed here. Meal Planner’s creed here.
On December 16th I promised to post the vánočka recipe. Unfortunately, we left Texas before Mr. Big Food’s Mom and Mr. Big Food had the chance to make a vánočka together. Our layover, between Texas and North Carolina, wasn’t long enough for baking a vánočka before Christmas. Now that our travels are over for a
Mr. Big Food whipped up Back at the Farm Impromptu Chicken Pizza last evening after we arrived back at the Farm. Here’s how he did it: He cut up one onion and some (homegrown) frozen pepperoncini peppers and sauteed them in 1 Tbsp. olive oil. When the onions were translucent, he transferred the onions and
Not for kids. I want to report an observation about Daughter C. I was in her car when she reported that she wasn’t used to this shit, meaning the traffic. +1 Mississippi – 1 newNorthCarolina
I have written about Rocky’s growth and development. Rocky is becoming a very good dog. He is not an excellent dog, yet. He is training for excellence. This is a non-trivial claim about this dog. Mr. Big Food and I were talking about this dog this evening. Rocky is smart. He’s still a bit needy–
There is just something nice about getting back home, isn’t there? Impromptu Chicken Pizza Served on a Christmas plate. Should I have cropped this photo? We left early this morning, in the dark, in the pouring rain. There were three of us and only two of us were human. Lord. Dogs take a lot of
Hope Santa was good to you, too! Mr. Big Food thought 264 photos of a single day was a bit much, and he expressed this opinion, which was technically wrong. Two days. Daughter C then explained that it sometimes took 264 pictures to ensure you captured a real gem. More traveling coming up. Stay tuned,
In my travels around the World Wide Web the other morning, I came across this: Rob is very explicit that there is no positive correlation between violent crime and liberalized carry laws rather than a proven negative correlation. He feels that it will take more rigorous statistical analysis before this negative correlation could be said
From Bible Story Book: A Complete Narration from Genesis to Revelation for Young and Old by Elsie E. Egermeier, New and Revised Edition, published by The Warner Press, Anderson, Indiana. Copyright 1923 … 1939, and Discarded by DuBois [Pennsylvania] Public Library some time in the mid-’60s.
Aunt Margaret’s bookmarks I found these all marking the same page in Aunt Margaret’s An Explanation of the Baltimore Catechism of Christian Doctrine, Fifth edition, by Rev. Thomas L Kinkead, published by Benziger Brothers (New York, Cincinnati, Chicago) and copyright 1891. The marked page begins an explanation of The Lord’s Prayer. Please do click on
This is a scheduled post. We’ve returned from Texas, and will soon be traveling to North Carolina. I’ll be back in real time before the New Year. A car, which has found a permanent parking space, in Fredericksburg, Texas. The view from a bench outside an over priced hotel. Chevron. Mobile. Whatever. One and the