(For Marlena Rose) Late yesterday evening Daughter C and I were sitting out on the patio and we noticed the sun. It was blood orange to our eyes. Beautiful. Yes. There are lots of beautiful sunsets here at the Farm. This was one was different and if I were to put my weather-forecasting– or even
This parenthetical cracked me up: “(stock can be used in another dish or frozen)”. We still have carrot top stock from last year in the deep freezer. Not to mention a bit of chicken stock. And if I recall, some goose stock from the Christmas goose, too. You can never have too much stock. CHICKEN
Beans from the garden, duh. RO*TEL MEXICAN GREEN BEANS 1 Tbsp. vegetable oil 1 lb fresh green beans, trimmed 1 large onion, chopped 2 cloves garlic, minced 1 10 oz. can Ro*Tel 2 tsp. basil OR oregano Juice of ½ lemon In large skillet, sauté green beans, onion, and garlic in oil until beans are
And a salad! Is it wrong to refer to adults as “the kids?” Whatever. The kids have taken to preparing dinner one night each week. For supper this Meatless Monday they made pizzas and a salad. That’s homemade from scratch crust. Yeast. Sugar. Flour. Water and Whatnot. If you had passed through the kitchen on
I will tell you what’s important. Fishing. Books. Fresh vegetables and bread. Inside jokes. Cats and, of course and most especially, dogs. And food. Things– organizationally speaking– come and go. The individual is the unit of analysis in history. Which is why I’d like to encourage you to get this book, Practical Bass Fishing. It
Let me begin by commenting that we have all received some hilarious text messages from Kat while she and her beloved have been out of the country. She and Tony are back home now. Back in the USofA which has places with good water. Yes. There is a text thread about water. Which brings me
Things have been busy lately for all of us here at the Farm. But Mr. Big Food took some time out this afternoon to send me an email. A bit after noon today he said he would like to be there when the first gay couple walked into the office of our county clerk and
More shooting pictures coming. BTW I really liked that little 9mm. And would you look those clouds?
According to the received view of linguistic communication, the primary function of language is to enable speakers to reveal the propositional contents of their thoughts to hearers. Speakers are able to do this because they share with their hearers an understanding of the meanings of words. Christopher Gauker rejects this conception of language, arguing that
Early this month I was sorely tempted to replace Wilson with Roosevelt as worst President ever. Today I am likewise tempted to replace Marshall with Roberts as worst Chief Justice. No big deal. I just make this s*^t up as I go along
As you know, I like numbers. Numbers are welcome here at the Farm. Some of us like them more than others, but we all like numbers to one degree or another. (Recall, Tiger’s highrise is 412 1/4… and we’re still adding on: 412 3/4 is bound to be a destination.) Every now and again an
Via an email from Miss M., from a day-trip to Memphis. I hear tell it was hot in Memphis today.
Good People of the Earth: I have things to do. I cannot become engaged in this flag thing that’s hit Mississippi. It’s hot and there are a few things that I urgently need to tend to so I cannot possibly spend the next day researching the origin of the flag(s) … or burning of …
“Marica? Pardon me. Do you have a moment or are you otherwise engaged on your clicketyclack machine?” “Ruff?” “Oh, Missy, I always have a moment for you!” “rrruuuuffff!!!” “My Dear Friend, do you mind??” “ruff.” “What’s on your mind, Missy?” “Well, I was wondering about this heat. Does it seem hotter to you than usual
Call me if you need me.
Daughter C and Miss M out did themselves for Mr. Big Food. Those are chocolate cookies filled with Miss M’s homemade dewberry ice cream. And that’s a chocolate cake there on the bottom with powered sugar Texas stars. How did that poem go? “..still fond of your adult male role model?”
What I Want I don’t want a pipe and I don’t want a watch, I don’t want cigars or a bottle of Scotch. I don’t want a thing your money can buy. I don’t want a shirt of a four-in-hand tie. If you really would like this old heart of mine to be glad, I
I’ve been in a funk and it didn’t help that Mr. Big Food put some disgusting YoKoOno on the Redneck Collection. That’s a rant I spared you last evening. The book I just finished reading– yes, I know, I promised to read the Constitution– was Since Yesterday by Frederick Lewis Allen. As I understand it,
Though it has wonderfully artistic lines of fuschia running though it as I post it, this screen shot of my old desktop looked wonderfully white and bright and clear when I took it. This will not do. I just finished an interesting book about the 1930s but I can’t talk about it because my
This evening was Guy Food Supper night. We had Baked Beans II and Festus’s Spoon Bread. I made the baked beans this afternoon and we just popped them back into the hot oven as the spoon bread was finishing. The baked beans recipe called for a pound of ground beef so naturally we substituted a