Spied more than one of these on the creek bank. Thinking I may put long pants on some cool morning and go see if it has layered itself. Wouldn’t a bunch of these look nice way up front in the shade?
As a supplement to yesterday’s little rant about cooling your home, I present to you the Dogtrot House: two cabins with a shared roof connected by a breezeway. Cabin doors open onto the breezeway– or dogtrot. It’s all about air circulation. One cabin served as kitchen and dining area, the other was living and bedrooms.
Mr. Big sent me an article yesterday with the subject line “the return of the primitive.” He should have said, “the return of the idiocy.” The article, Cool Your Home Without Air Conditioning, was originally published in Popular Science. It is very much like all other PS articles that I happen upon. Its tone is
Originally posted late June, 2016. The French Potato Salad was an integral part of tonight’s Marica Cooks Monday Cold Supper. Earlier this afternoon I was recounting the making of this potato salad to Miss M. She asked what made it French. Good Question. I had no answer. But the recipe did instruct to do something I’d never
Originally posted late June, 2016. This was spectacular! I changed up the recipe– from Serve it Cold! A Cookbook of Delicious Cold Dishes (1968)– a bit and I’ll make note. The recipe makes extensive reference to fat– trimming it, skimming it. We just bought a half fully cooked smoked ham, like a Jeno turkey ham
Originally posted late June, 2016. This time I’ll use frozen stewed tomatoes and puree them in the blender. Created as a dodge for New York’s Sunday morning liquor laws, this zesty, pick-me-upper has become very popular on the brunch menu at the Rainbow Room. This recipe is from Serve It Cold! A Cookbook of
It’s Marica cooks Tuesday! Given the heat wave, I’ve decided to a) stay inside & tend to a copious amount of drudge work, 2) recreate a cold supper from a few years ago, and iii) do some re-posting of the recipes which are awesome. Stick around for the pictures and commentary! It’s an excellent cold
It is the most beautiful and sacred of our national holidays, and its observance is of a dignified, reverent nature. Mary Emogene Hazeltine. Anniversaries and Holidays: A Calendar of Days and How to Observe Them. American Library Association, Chicago. 1928. From the 1965 edition: It is a day of heroes, a day to remember their sacrifices
Originally posted May 23, 2015 and not too subtly addressed to my children. “In Flanders Fields” is a poem written by physician and poet John McCrae on May 3, 1915 (thanks, wikipedia!) after the death of a friend and fellow soldier in WWI. Flanders, of course, refers to Belgium, specifically the western parts where during
6:29pm. In any case, Mr. Big Food asked a few minutes ago if we wanted to go outside and listen to some music. I said no. We really did not. I then reported these statistics to him and he responded that he would be watching a Reds baseball game on the TV set.
See the smoker smoking here. Mr. Big Food smoked it for about 4 1/2 hours. Then brought it in to cool. Then I sliced it as thin as I could get it with the electric slicer.
Mr. Big Food just hollered at me from the kitchen, “Hey, Marica! Look out the window!” “Is it picture worthy?” “Oh, yeah!” I just looked again and trust me– this was just getting started. The sirloin tip that will smoke over apple wood for four hours is destined to become Zesty Smoke Beef Roast.
Heat index (HI) @10:23am is 94°. Mr. Big Food suggested that we call it a day outside. I feel like a wimp, but agreed. Turns out, some years back I spent three or four days thinking about the heat index and how it’s calculated. Here’s a tidbit. The HI was not even a thing until
I posted the following on October 2, 2013. Reposting it in its entirety (though reformatted) for the Memorial Day weekend, 2019. Ernie Pyle was an American journalist and war correspondent. A quick perusal of Brave Men confirms that he wrote from the perspective of the common soldier. A few snippets from Chapter 35, “A Last Word”: This final
It is 9:20am central time. It is 85°F. The heat index is 92°. Just letting you know. Wishing you all the best from Mississippi, Marica
via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
“Teen wounded in ordeal is back home.” It was an “ambush and hours-long standoff with a heavily armed man.” Some dumbass, no doubt aided along by alkeehol &/or drugs was beating on a woman late at night and she called 911. She apparently asked to meet with a deputy at the sheriff’s office. The information
There was a shootout!! I’ve got to get out into the garden before it gets too hot, so stay tuned.
Who loves a gardenFinds within his soulLife’s whole;He hears the anthem of the soilWhile ingrates toil;And sees beyond his little sphereThe waving fronds of heaven, clear.– Louise Seymour Jones from The Best Loved Poems of the American People. Hazel Felleman, ed. Garden City Books, Garden City, New York. 1936.