Amazing. The UPS guy showed up at 3:15. One hour later I am up and running. Thanks to Time Machine– a feature of Macs which allows you to backup everything just as it is in a moment in time– my desktop is cluttered with the same stuff it was cluttered with on the old machine,
Tonight we had a very nice French farmer’s supper. OVEN BEEF BURGUNDY Serves 6-8 2 Tbsp soy sauce 2 Tbsp flour 2 lbs beef stew meat, cut into 1 ½ inch cubes 4 medium carrots, peeled and cut into chunks 2 large onions, sliced 1 C celery, sliced thin 1 clove garlic, minced ¼ tsp
According to United Parcel Service, my package will arrive tomorrow before the end of the day. That’s not very specific, is it? When I track a FedEx package, I get a time frame that’s better than the cable guy’s. UPS gives me 24 hours. Thanks.
As iI lamented in last evening’s post, my computer time is limited, but via my smart phone– which is Smart but not Genius– I discovered the Telephone number for The Apple Store (not the Apple Store at Saddle Something Crossing in Memphis, just 1-800-MYAPPLE). I rang up a the number and a very polite fellow
My computer time is negligible. Mr. Big Food’s new work computer won’t arrive for a while, so meanwhile, he’s taking this computer– which has a keyboard designed by a moron– to work each day, leaving me little time to blog. So. It looks like once every six or seven years I’ll lament not living next
This evening’s supper marked the beginning of our Spring/Summer Soup Contest. The first entrant was Summer Squash Soup. It was good. There’s not much more to say. There’s really no reason to describe it in detail since it’s not even going to make it to the dance. I did go back for seconds, though. My
Yesterday the screen on my computer started to flicker. I preformed every life-saving measure I could thing of, but it just won’t start up. So here I sm sgain on Mr. Big Food’s computer which has a keyboard designed by a moron. See what I mean? The ‘s’ is where the ‘a’ should be. I’ll
Missy is not a good housekeeper, but Rocky doesn’t mind.
Crappy old books / Research materials This is a followup post about the Department of Labor’s efforts to make it illegal for a kid to do farm work. With no citation to the 85 page DOL thing, I assumed that the motivation for rules that would make it illegal for a kid to operate a
Made with Pillsbury Crescent Rolls. We are purists of a certain sort. The recipe calls for 1 pound of ground beef, which means that five minutes before Mr. Big Food browned 1 pound of ground beef with 1/2 cup of onion, he processed 1 pound of sirloin steak through the meat grinder. But you don’t
CARROT SOUFFLE II Serves 6 ½ stick butter ¼ C diced celery 1 Tbsp onion, chopped fine ½ tsp pepper ½ tsp salt ¼ C sifted flour 3 eggs, separated 2 C mashed carrots Preheat oven to 350o. Melt butter, add celery, onion, pepper, and salt, and cook until onion is lightly browned. Blend in
Here’s the photo and post. Here’s the recipe. Mr. Big Food substituted some leftover grilled turkey pieces for the chicken. CHICKEN ENCHILADAS II 2 fryers, cooked, boned, meat chopped 3 dozen soft tortillas Butter 2 large onions, chopped 3 pints sour cream Salt to taste 2 packages frozen chopped spinach, cooked, drained, 1 C
Typically, I think– and I could be delusional– when I have a point I want to make about something cultural or political, I lead up to it. And I oft times invoke crappy old stuff in the lead up. Not so in this post. Oh! Don’t worry! There will be plenty of crappy old stuff
A dead male dung beetle. As it turns out, in my haste to manage the fly population, I’ve gone and killed off some of the good guys. Note to self: IDENTIFY first.
Substitute grilled turkey legs and wings for chicken Mr. Big Food was a bit under the weather this past weekend but he still managed to grill some turkey leg quarters and wings. At the time, however, neither of us were too keen on enjoying them. So the grilled turkey parts were just sitting in the
is good at Christmas & Valentines Day. Red is good in flowers. Red is good in checkered tablecloths. Red is very good in tomatoes and some peppers. Red is never good on weather maps.
The current definition. I haven’t looked at my crappy old dictionary entries. The autonomy of the individual. Let’s see here, what individuals do we have? This is easy. Mr. Big Food, Suzy, Rocky, Missy, me. (There is a cat, but– much as we love her– she doesn’t count in March.) (If I were smarter,
Not a bad photo at full (36X) zoom. Who most enjoys spending time in the pasture, Rocky, Missy, or I? The Eastern Meadowlark has a very distinctive call. You can listen to it here.
It’s everywhere. Yesterday at 8:30am we got in the truck and drove to Starkvegas. I dropped Mr. Big Food off, turned around, drove back to the Farm, turned around, drove back to Starkvegas, picked Mr. Big Food up, turned right, turned left and headed up to Tupelo. We then turned left and drove northwest to