Originally posted January 31, 2012, here with minor edits. Some background is in order. Follow the link below about the Soup Contest. Also know that we’d gotten Missy only a few months before and she was a horrible puppy. Rocky tried so hard to teach her but she just wouldn’t learn! Here is the recipe
Mr. Big Food: Hey, Marica! Where’s that turkey carcass? Marica: In my freezer. Mr. Big Food: Can you get it out? Marica: Sure. Mr. Big Food: Good day to make turkey stock. Marica: It is! ~~ Should be a fun weekend here on the Farm. Mike is coming out for a day or two to
We have a vivid notion, though confused, of what happened yesterday, for the headlines are still fresh in our personal memories; what happened many years ago is neatly analyzed and schemed into a formal doctrine by the standard histories. But the life-time of our fathers has usually been to us neither history nor experience. From The
The Lost Summer began mid-May. Between then and now– i.e., during those four and one-half months– I added 207 crappy old books to my library. That’s one and one-half books per day!* Some came from my old haunts, others from a new crappy old bookstore I found in Jackson, still others from the Neuroscience & Anatomy
In no particular order of Importance, Relevance to Life, or Linear Time Lines (we qualified for a ‘free’ Direct TV upgrade; I can now watch Daughter C’s recorded episodes of Dr. Who over & over again as I dust), I am tired of 1. Not blogging –and– 2. Dust It is dry and there is
Photo by Miss M Just off the Winona exit on I-55 is a large cross. It has bothered Miss M for some time that the associated church is not visible from either 55 or Hwy 82, so this afternoon we went looking. Near as we could tell, there is not a church associated with the
Goodbye, Arthur! Take good care of yourself and little puppy Cooper. Thanks for everything! We’ll miss you.
1999 Ah Love! Could you and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits– and then Re-mould it nearer to our Heart’ Desire! 2014 Here with a little Bread beneath the Bough, A flask of Wine, a Book of Verse– and Thou
While I was doing other things, Daughter C was preparing to leave.I tried really hard to convince her to stay until tomorrow.One more day.
Spud Love Ahhh… We try hard to make the most of what life hands us. Who knew a bag of potatoes could bring us so much fun? Mashed potatoes!!
watched Ghost Busters, and went off to bed. That’s what we did this Hallowe’en. I cleaned & polished this floor just yesterday. He is a manly dog. Don’t you think? Love. Love will keep us together. I’m from the Government. Show me your ghosts. Levitating, I assume. I get that the room is relatively large,
You didn’t take the dare because when it comes to Mr. Bog Food’s grilled steaks, you know better! A fine birthday steak for A. Leland. The red velvet birthday cake turned out very well. There was just one small problem. Daughter C corrected it at once! Really? I’ve never posted the recipe for Red Velvet
I dare you! This evening we begin A. Leland’s Birthday Celebration! His birthday isn’t for a couple of days, but hey, there’s no reason not to start sooner rather than later.These are some steaks that have been marinading in a bunch of stuff since mid-morning. Mr. Big Food will grill them to perfection. See that
Missy Rocky n. 1. Good fortune; prosperity. 2. A state of pleasurable content with one’s condition of life; felicity; bliss.
you know that a good life begins in the kitchen. While Mr. Big Food & I were away fishing, Daughter C took it upon herself to conduct a BIG transformation of the kitchen. It’s orange. I love orange. She painted the walls Mississippi clay orange and the backsplash slate write-on-it-grey. She apologized for the French–
Born June 27, 1880 From Anniversaries and Holidays: A Calendar of Days and How to Observe Them (Mary E. Hazeltine, American Library Association, Chicago, 1965). American lecturer and writer, blind and deaf since infancy; the inspiration of countless handicapped people throughout the world. [Photo from Pushing to the Front Volume II by Orison Swett Marden,
“Did you pick this basil yourself?”“No. I asked Miss M to get me some. I went out and looked and told her specifically which kind I wanted.”“Okay, then!”A few minutes later, “Hey, Marica!” “Yes?”“Can you go get me some thyme?”“Sure. How much do you need?”“About as much as the basil.”So I pick up Herbert– what
The Farmer and His Sons A Farmer, being at death’s door, and desiring to impart to his sons a secret of much moment, called them around them and said, “My sons, I am shortly about to die. I would have you know, therefore, that in my vineyard lies a hidden treasure. Dig, and you will
Truth be told, it’s not just another day down on The Farm. In less than 10 hours Kat & Tony will be here! Yea!!
And so is Miss M, I hope. Lucky had a rough night last night. But I think she’s doing okay. Look at it this way. She’s alive. OMG! You know what would be the perfect heat source? A laptop!!