I was thumbing through one of the crappy old books I picked up the other day at the Starkville Friends of the Library book sale and saw this: I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey. I thought
[Individual photos here.] This soup, made with a proper beef stock, will not have that salty flavor you find in restaurant soups. Why? Because the restaurant usually use instant stock. For shame! — Jeff Smith, The Frugal Gourmet This soup is very easy to make– and so is the beef stock if you can find
“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
“We are ready whenever you are, Marica.” “Ruff.” “Okay. … I mean, ready for what, Missy?” “We are packed and ready to go.” “Ruff.” “Oh my goodness! I see you are. Where are you two going?” “Why, to whatever temporary domicile you may lead us, Marica.” “Ruff!” “What? What are you talking about, Missy? And
Knock on wood and praise Jesus we have electricity– from the tap not the generator. And running water! But for a time this morning we did not have gas. Not that we didn’t have any gas. I put on my boots and gloves– I figured the lid to the tank would be iced over and
Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. Prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue. From Bacon’s Essay “Of Adversity” (1625) The pipes in the Jager Haus (formerly known as the Bunk House) are still frozen. Such adversity we suffer here at Farther
This is the third in a series of posts on James Crockett’s classic vegetable gardening book, Crockett’s Victory Garden (1977). The book was a followup to the PBS television series of the same title. (Look forward to the fourth and final post on this crappy old book soon.) According to that infallible source, “Victory Gardens”
I cannot attribute this photo. It’s dated March 7, 2008 in my photo library but beyond that, its history is a mystery. Each year I post it somewhere on the World Wide Web on that day when I jest cain’t stands it no more. Today’s the day. Pass it on.
Homemade chicken soup with fluffy dumplings Of the many joys of Big Life here on the Farm, our Fall & Winter Soup Contests are right up there. Week after cold winter week Mr. Big Food cooked up new soup recipes and we judged their worthiness. Good times! With comment and recipes for the contest entrants
26°F out there this morning and she decided to take a swim. Beautiful morning. Wonderful run. Saw the pair of ducks and managed to snap a photo or two. Perhaps I’ll post a couple later in the day. I must away. It’s the first Monday of the Month and you know what that means… .
I have jest about decided It ‘id keep a town-boy hopping’ Fer to work all winter, choppin’Fer a’ old fireplace, like I did!Lawz! them old times wuz contrairy!– Blame’ backbone o’ winter, ‘peared-like, Wouldn’t break– and I wuz skeerd-like,Clean on into Feb’uary! Nothin’ ever made me madderThan fer Pap to stomp in, layin’on a’ extra
Not tonight, thanks. Perhaps some other time? We were going to watch Bonnie and Clyde this evening. It would have been a perfect evening for a movie. It’s forecast to be about 18* tonight. I’ve already got a good fire going. The Tex-Mex casserole of tortillas, chicken, and stuff is in the fridge soaking up
The winner– so far– in the Fall/Winter Soup Contest. Photos and description at the link below. Oh my gosh! It says, “stirring to mix well.” Don’t do that! SAUSAGE SAUERKRAUT SOUP Serves 4 1 ½ C cooked chicken, chopped 8 oz smoked Polish sausage link, chopped (preferably homemade—see recipes in Meats section) 1 small potato,
Highs in the mid-60s, lows 45-50, chance of rain on Saturday. Not quite what it was two years ago. Icy lake Our neighbor Ken, who’s lived here– and by here I mean pretty much here— all his life, told us it was the first time in his more than 40 year memory that he’d seen