As you know, the Pilgrims arrived in December 1620, and I doubt they really looked like this. (Courier and Ives) To say the least, they struggled. In all seriousness, it is fascinating to read Bradford’s account of their fist few years. As it turns out, there were deceitful men on both sides of the Atlantic
And that’s about as far as I got. Today, Daughter C and I traveled to Exit #168 on I20 in Alabama to meet Miss M. 11:20 Central, I arrive to pick C up. 11:20 Central, I’m waiting for C. 4:25 Central, we’re in Gordo Alabama, heading west. 8:45 Central, The Pack is Back. And you
I’ve been looking at some numbers, calculating drive times, ETAs, & cetera, and dealing with Missy as I’ve been doing these other things. Stay tuned! Hopefully it will be a quick trip and Miss M., Daughter C, and I will be back on the Farm in time for more numbers looking. Poor Mr. Big Food. He’ll
Cassoulet: a BIG FOOD FAVORITE In ‘researching’ how to spell the name of this French Peasant dish, I stumbled upon the cassoulet entry in that infallible source, Wikipedia. Haute cuisine versions require mixing pre-cooked roasted meats with beans that have been simmered separately with aromatic vegetables, but this runs counter to cassoulet’s peasant origins. I’d
In what looks to become a yearly chit-chat ritual, Mr. Big Food has begun asking me when the term “Black Friday” became part of our your the Christmas Season vocabulary. And I’ve begun answering that I should know the answer to that question because I answered it last year. If you are interested, the answer
That young woman standing next to Mr. Big Food is not Daughter C’s sister. But you can see why some folks might think otherwise.
‘Aseptible’ is an inside joke I’m outing. One of The Girls’ Grade School Teachers had problems pronouncing the word ‘acceptable.’ She probly didn’t even know One of the Girls told us about her prblm and that her prblm was continues to be a source of great fun for us. But let’s not be krewl. I,
… Harvest time had come now, and then instead of famine, God gave them plenty, and the face of things was changed, to the rejoicing of the hearts of many for which they blessed God. And the effect of their particular planting was well seen, for all had, one way or another, pretty well to
Wonder what captured Rocky’s attention? While Rocky’s attention was otherwise focused, I thought a game of hide-and-seek would be fun. I hid near the falling down sheep shack. Rocky tracked me down, and after a bit of exploration, we were on our way. Missy below. Missy & her shadow had a great time! They played
Roquefort squash casserole with home grown patty pan Chicken smothered with onions and lots of paprika
A couple of years ago, I read somewhere that the history of the First Thanksgiving was not at all what the story of the First Thanksgiving is. The argument for this claim came from someone’s reading of William Bradford’s history of Plymouth. Naturally, I wanted to read passages from his crappy old book myself, so
I throw a stone in the pond and she “fetches” it. She’s remarkably precise about the stones’ locations. The skipping stone was especially funny. You should have seen her face!
Not THE dime. A dime. Mr. Mr. Big Food & I are engaging in some crappy old behavior: balancing the checkbook. We’re off A dime. We started off 200 dollars and A dime off. Mr. Big Food discovered an arithmetic error, and now we’re off A dime. He looked for it. A dime is Mr.
“What would you like us to do with the gut pile?” Context: Chris and Nick have taken us up on our offer to come out and cull the local deer population. I was also asked, “Is it ok that we use that pulley, cable, gambrel system in your side yard?” Silly me. I thought it
I am teaching Rocky to guard the Front Door.We have not completed our lessons, but I think if you are bad guy, you should target another house. Especially since we are going to teach Miss M how to aim a 20 gauge.
My response to Daughter C’s response to my email discussing the menu responsibilities for Thanksgiving dinner (we provide turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, pies and maybe cranberries; Miss M does a vegan version of green bean casserole; others are asked to contribute): And as always, let folks know that if the tryptophan & wine are just
There’s a Vegan in the Kitchen!! [Original photo GIMP’ed courtesy of info in Kat’s How-to-GIMP e-Book.] Miss M spent all day in the kitchen. She baked non-vegan coffee cake from a recipe Mr. Big Food sent her. She cleaned. And she made Monday is Vegan Night Pot Pie. I’m told the recipe for the pot
Fig wild turkey breast (in cooking bag) Yams [Now, before we go any further, let me let you know that no one– no one— here at the Farm thinks yams and sweet potatoes are the same thing. They are not and we know it. But apparently the author of the original recipe did not.]What a
Just sayin’ The election analysis from which this chart comes is interesting, though, as Mr. Big Food says, “certainly not conclusive.” What’s more interesting to me is this: When Ron Paul went to the Republican National Convention in August, he brought with him the youngest delegation in the history of the Republican Party. How were
The election analysis (below) is interesting, though, as Mr. Big Food says, “certainly not conclusive.” What’s more interesting to me is this: When Ron Paul went to the Republican National Convention in August, he brought with him the youngest delegation in the history of the Republican Party. How were they welcomed? When they arrived, their