tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10939761684219623912024-03-05T23:43:45.692-08:00Prairie Home GatheringsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-85448297188324162312016-04-17T13:15:00.000-07:002016-04-17T13:15:15.251-07:00The struggle is real, Or....Should I stay or should I go?Around this time of year, every year, there is an epic struggle. The struggle is real. When you've grown up like I did, there are just certain things you DO this time of year. However, the past few years, as I've grown older and developed powerful muscles that let me <strike>sit</strike> enjoy relaxation for hours on end (hahaha...see what I did there?) , I find myself wondering if I should stay true to my heritage or break free. Should I expose myself to ticks and bugs and snakes and poison ivy and brambles and other natural wonders or should I get on with life on the wild side. lol<br />
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I really, really, I mean REALLY love these things, as does my mom and most of my family. We just can't wait until we get a mess of them to enjoy.<br />
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Mother's birthday is tomorrow. She and I have plans to enjoy the day, which do not include hunting for these. The next day I leave for Paducah, Kentucky. I won't be mushroom hunting there. I'll be enjoying these:<br />
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Quilts. Hundreds of beautiful, quilts from all over the world. Every year during this week there is a National quilt show in Paducah. Five friends and I will be headed there to be bewildered and mesmerized by all the beauty. However, a part of my heart will be back here wishing I was traipsing through the woods searching for those elusive morels. This is the week to find them. Not last week. Maybe next week (I hope), but this week they will be popping up like dandelions. I've trained my son to search for them. I promise to make him a nice quilt. :) I'm off to Paducah!! Wheeeeeee!!!<br />
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Happy quilty mushroom blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-25067737941672544662016-04-07T06:19:00.003-07:002016-04-07T06:19:53.101-07:00I'm baaaack. Sort of. <br />
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I am tip-toeing my way back into blog land. I forgot most of the technical stuff related to posting, so I feel like a kindergartner all over again. I will attempt to re-learn it. This old dog isn't<br />
out of the race, yet.<br />
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From time to time, whenever I feel especially funny or cute or ambitious or whatever,<br />
I will share these moments with you. It's a good way to <strike>educate</strike> amuse your friends. You should<br />
try it.<br />
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This is short and sweet, I know. Well, it's short anyway.<br />
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Like I said, I'm just trying to figure it all out again, so we'll see how it goes. More later,<br />
maybe.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
Brenda<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-76723586417925380372012-11-09T07:15:00.001-08:002012-11-09T07:15:30.967-08:00All's well that ends well. LOL (I crack myself up)It's been a while since I've posted to the blog, but that doesn't mean life hasn't happened. If anything, it's been so busy, and time for formulating lucid thoughts has been scant. That's a shame, I think. I'm at my best when I'm lucid. hahaha.<br />
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Since I last posted, I've been a vendor at three events, and thank you to everyone that came out and said hi or bought something from me. I hope you like your goodies.<br />
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DH and I have spent many, many days at the little rental house we're fixing up, so that we can put it on the market and hopefully break even on it. hahaha...gotta love perfectionists.<br />
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Mostly, my mental energy has been divided between worrying about DS's health (status quo, for now, which is good), and my own. Oh, I'm healthy as a horse until someone tells me I'm not. I have a little over a week to enjoy blissful ignorance. And then:<br />
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I GET THE DREADED COLONOSCOPY
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It's a bit assinine to think I've cheated death for ten years. They tell you to get your first colonoscopy at age 50. I just turned 60, so in my rear-view mirror of life, I got away with it. I've been the butt of jokes from hubby, who's had a few of them now, and in the end, I know I'll be fine. I'm sure everything will come out alright.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-89211845289590896292012-10-19T06:23:00.001-07:002012-10-19T06:23:36.459-07:00The autumn of my life.Fall arrived nearly a month ago. It's been a gloriously beautiful season this year. Last year, not so much. The trees have been so vibrant and colorful that it's been nearly breathtaking at times. I love it. It's my favorite time of year, but it's too fleeting. It isn't fair that the sucking heat and humidity of summer can go on and on and on for what seems like forever, and the beauty of autumn is here and gone in an instant. When I was young, I loved the beginning of the school year, because I knew it meant fall was imminent. I loved the transition from late summer to the crisp, cool days of fall. I loved taking walks in the woods and doing leaf identification and watching squirrels scamper with cheeks puffed full of acorns and seeds. I am an autumn. Those are my colors. I look best in those colors, I feel best surrounded by those colors (except for orange, and WHY did I make a turquoise quilt??), and there is just no denying I love it beyond measure:<br />
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I love the first cup of honey-sweetened hot tea in the morning. I love heating up the oven by baking bread and muffins and stews and roasted root vegetables. I don't even mind the first couple of days of leaf raking. I love pulling on the sweatshirts and long jeans, and if necessary the corduroy or red flannel shirt for the extra warmth. I love having to wear socks with my shoes to keep my toes warm. <br />
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I love driving around and seeing how others have decorated their yards for the season and the excitement leading up to Halloween. Halloween. That special day for some, but soooo special for us. That is the day, 23 years ago this year, that we dodged goblins on the way to the hospital for the birth of our wonderful son. He was supposed to be a turkey, but decided to be a pumpkin instead. We call him Boo sometimes. <br />
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I have always loved sassafras. The way it smells, looks and it's many uses amuse me. Sassafras tea is delicious. The tree has three different shaped leaves and in the fall, it's just gorgeous:<br />
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Fall is when the geese fly south. It's when the summer sounds recede and the sounds of the metal beasts can be heard as they devour the crops in the fields. It's a ritual that's comforting in it's predicability.<br />
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Fall is when the promise of the new life that arrives in spring has either congratulated itself on a job well done, or has been scolded for being a slacker. Most years, awards are given. Fall is fleeting. Soon, those vivid colors will be in piles on the ground, fading from glorious oranges, yellows and reds to drab browns and even black. It's the circle of life here in the midwest, and I love it. I don't even mind when this is the result:<br />
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But, I'm not ready. I need another week or three before I am ready to turn around in a circle three times and lie down for the winter. The hustle and bustle of the holidays will be here soon, the pumpkins will be in flat, mushy piles tossed in fields or backyards, and the pages of the calendar will again flip to the next months. Soon, the calendar itself will be replaced. That's just how it is. That's how it works. Stick a fork in it, the year is done. We'll be dealing with this too soon:<br />
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I want more autumn. I waited all winter, spring and summer for it. I will embrace each day, pulling on the Cuddleduds if need be, in order to enjoy it. Even with the necessary chores that have to be taken care of, it's a joy to work ouside when it's beautiful. Well, enough of this. You get the picture. Don't look for an I-love-winter post in February. It won't be there, because I'll be true to my autumn. I'll endure winter, skip through the tulips come spring, and wipe the sweat off my forehead while gardening next summer, but all the while, I'll be keeping memories of this in my heart:</div>
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Red, Orange and Yellow Autumn Blessings,</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-80484235263338723552012-10-17T07:22:00.000-07:002012-10-17T07:22:12.268-07:00Rendezvous out yonder.Busy, busy, busy. That's what I've been. DH and I have been doubling down on getting a little rental house in Decatur ready to sell. We've fixed a shed, torn out a small deck, painted on a porch, used scrapers to get ick off a concrete porch, mowed and mowed, cut down a couple of small trees, and that's just the outside stuff. We're getting all that done while the weather is still good. Lots more to do inside, but it will be just cute as a button soon. On my rare days off, I've been getting ready for the fall festivals and bazaars I signed up for. The first is this weekend, and it should be so much fun. The weatherman says the weather will be fabulous for it. It is a Rendezvous, just west of Moweaqua. There will be old canvas-style tents, maybe a teepee or two (?), re-enactors in the garb of old, demonstrations of all kinds, blue-grass music at 2:00 by Thrashin' Grass, a great local band and just all kinds of hoo-rawin'. Come on out and see me. I haven't had as much time as I'd like to get ready, but I have managed to make up some soaps in a few of the old, favorite scents. I have a spicy apple, vanilla-scented oatmeal-honey, cinnamon hand scrub, lavender-chamomile, and hippy chic (this one is a sandalwood scented bar with patchouli sprinkled on it.) The quantities are limited somewhat, just a dozen bars of a couple of them, since my method of production has changed and the final output is so much smaller. It's a good way to ease back into soapmaking on a limited basis, I think. Anywhoo, here's what I have, pre-labeling:<br />
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If I get more time between now and Saturday (hahahahaha), I'll try to stir up another batch or two. If I don't get it done in time for this event, I'll be a vendor at the Clark Farm's "In Plain Air" farm event near Herrick the last weekend in October, at the Shelbyville Craft Vendor show on November 3, and the Moweaqua Methodist Cookie Walk and Bazaar on December 1. <br />
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I've also been gathering odds and ends on short jaunts around the yard, and assembled these pretty fall swags:<br />
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The colors aren't a bit true in the pictures, but you get the idea. I love the dried grasses and of course the sweet annie base adds the green and the soft, sweet scent. I'll add a bow or ribbon in fall colors and these will be available on Saturday.<br />
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You've already seen the mug rugs I've made, and sadly there are still only two of the Halloween print rugs. I'm hoping I can add a few between now and then. What I need is a rainy day. Oh, wait!! That's today!! DH and I are so stiff and sore we decided to take today off, so I'm freeeeee for a few hours. Yippee. <br />
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I am looking forward to being around many of my friends, being in the old-timey atmosphere, listening to good music and generally enjoying a gorgeous fall day. If you're in the area, why not come out? To get there, just go west of Moweaqua, on the blacktop. Drive past the golf course and in about another mile or so, watch for the sign on the north side of the road. There may be more signage up that day, but there's a lovely hand-painted sign up now. You can't miss it. If you come to the crossroads where a large rock pile used to sit, you've gone too far. Hope to see you out yonder, if the good Lord's willin' and the creek don't rise.<br />
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Happy fall blessings,<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-6606516400425876322012-10-07T06:56:00.000-07:002012-10-07T06:56:42.584-07:00Never a dull moment.I have been meeting myself coming and going. Mostly going...crazy. hahaha<br />
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There was a Hotel California concert to go to (priorities, you know!!), and a few other fun things, but mostly work, work work. The yard is in constant need of attention. Not just our own yard, but this one, too:<br />
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This is a little rental house we bought in Decatur. We've been busy as all get-out working on getting this ready to sell. There is still much to do, but every few days, now that it's started raining again, I have to mow the yard. We've filled in low places in the backyard, sewn grass seed, repaired several bad areas on the backyard storage shed, and I've cleaned and cleaned, but more to do there, and there is just the basic stuff to make sure it "shines like a dime in a goat's butt" (thanks, hubby...I needed that visual...NOT). It's been newly sided, the windows will be wrapped, and I will be doing landscaping in the front and back, as well. A cute little house which will be market ready sometime in the next few weeks.</div>
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When I do get some free time, I've begun making soaps again, which is music to a few ears. I spent many years making handmade soaps and selling them at various festivals and bazaars. I never made a lot of money doing it, but it was fun and it was a good reason to get out and see people. A few loyal customers have missed these, as they really are much nicer to use than the detergent bars from the store. Here's what I've made so far:</div>
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As you can see, I need to get busy and make a whole lot more to be ready for the upcoming events I have committed to. I have three batches of vanilla scented oatmeal-honey, one batch of a spicy apple (nice!), one batch of a sandalwood/patchouli, and one batch of a lavender-chamomile. I have essential and fragrance oils for many others, it's just finding the time. I'll keep plugging away, however. In the other stolen moments, I've been making these:<br />
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These are some of the mug rugs I've sewn together, making good use of fabric scraps. Most of them are machine quilted, but a few are done by hand. They are colorful and good little gifts, tucked inside a special coffee or tea cup/mug. I have two of them from Halloween fabric, and plan to make more of these, plus some in Christmas fabric:<br />
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There are free-range fruitcakes and noodles to be made, as well as many other projects swirling around in my head. So many ideas and plans and projects and so little time. If I ever win the lottery (hahaha...I don't even PLAY the lottery), I'm going to hire a gardener, a handyman, a cleaning lady, and possibly a cook. I'll assist the cook, since I don't mind doing that. I do sometimes wish I didn't have to stop what I'm doing to prepare the food. Oh, well. We all have the same 24 hours in our day. I just wish I had 28 hours instead.<br />
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BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-91608326727260502242012-09-21T16:29:00.000-07:002012-09-21T16:29:44.919-07:00Good news, bad news. I'm baaaaack.Well, hello there. Did you miss me? I know I haven't posted anything for a while, but between being extremely busy and then extremely exhausted, I just didn't do it. First, let me say THANK YOU to all who came out to the Tour of Homes. That was incredibly successful. Our Methodist Women's group at church now has the funds to continue supporting the children's homes and other mission work we do. We also bought some sharp knives for our kitchen. Have you ever tried fixing a funeral dinner with dull knives? Mercy.<br />
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I love this cooler weather, too. I've been taking hikes in the woods and gathering odds and ends of stuff to experiment with. I snipped some twigs from a sassafras tree, since I had read that using sassafras tea in soapmaking turned the soap a lovely dark purple. I don't know what planet this person is from but in my experimenting this is what my results were:<br />
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First I made the tea by steeping the twigs for half an hour or so. It turned the water a lovely shade of dark red.<br />
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I added my measured lye to this red-stained water and then the lye/water mix to the melted oils. Don't be so alarmed. It takes both an acid (the fats) and a base (the lye), to make soap. It's simple science, really. Otherwise, you have a vat of oils just sitting there wondering why they were born. I completed the process, and molded the soap, and this is what I had:<br />
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Does this look dark purple to you? I didn't waste any fragrance oil on it, since I didn't even like the texture of it. I'm wondering if the roots of the sassafras may make a difference in the saturation of the coloring. I'll try that next. The twigs smelled great, though:<br />
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This is little Reuben, the banty rooster I gifted to a neighbor. He had a great life, as long as it lasted, but I'm sorry to report that a chicken hawk got him one day last week. Reuben was quite a ladies man, I hear, so perhaps there will be some little Reubens out there. That is nature. It is cruel and raw, but the chicken hawk also eats lots of rodents and other undesirables, so it is a valuable member of the countryside. Reuben sang his little heart out and was spoiled rotten. R.I.P. little friend.</div>
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Now, let's get to the good news. Today I was blessed to find the first blue/green egg from either Betsy or Dolly, my new ameraucanas. I let out a little squeal when I saw it:</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-58533654538754840262012-08-29T08:43:00.000-07:002012-08-30T13:13:19.533-07:00Tour of Homes....PreviewIn just a bit over a week, the ladies from my church will be hosting a wonderful event. On September 8, from 1-5, there will be six fabulous homes open for viewing. I love going into other people's homes, just for inspiration, mostly. I race home and start cleaning. hahahahaha. Really and truly you can get some great ideas for your own home by seeing what others have done with theirs. On this tour of homes, there are several different decorating styles. Real families live in these homes and words cannot express how grateful we are to them for agreeing to be on the tour. Here is a list of the homes. I don't have any inside pictures, just the outside pics, but I can tell you a bit about each home.<br />
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This is the home of Don and Peggy Hanks, on Hanover Street, right across from the church.<br />
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I have never been in this house, even though it was on another Tour of Homes a few years ago. This home must be fanstastic inside. The owners are lively and fun, and definitely have the means to create a special home for their family. There's a lot of tile and a sunken room and so much more. I'm anxious to see it.<br />
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I can't wait to see this house. I was in this one years ago when it was on another tour of homes and it was decorated in Victorian style. It was beautiful, for sure, but was more reminiscent of a museum than a comfortable home. The new owners have a great family with fun, smart kids, and Shawn says her decorating style is more like HGTv's "Trash to Treasure". I know Shawn likes to go "picking" and I am so anxious to see how she's used her treasures.</div>
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This is the Richard and Barbara Gregory home, and the only home that is in the country (but not very far out).</div>
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I have never been in this home, but I've been told it is absolutely beautiful. Richard and Barbara are farmers and have always lived in this area, their ancestors lived here and there is a lifetime of memorabilia, plus their own lifetime of collecting displayed in this home. Quite tastefully, too. To get to this home, drive past the golf course just west of town and at the first opportunity on the west edge of the golf course, turn left and follow that road around a couple of small curves, then south about a mile or so. There will be signs to follow. <br />
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This is the home of Grant and Carrie Alward, just 1/4 mile west of the Village.<br />
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This home is sometimes referred to as "The Homestead" or the "Whitacre Mansion". The original portion of this house was built by Michael Schneider and his wife, who were the founders of the Village of Moweaqua. They were early pioneers to this area, and many, many descendants of theirs still live in and around the village, but the name has become anglicized to Snyder. Their daughter and her husband bought the house from her parents and enlarged it, then THEIR daughter and her husband transformed in into what you see now, with some exceptions. The home changed hands a few times through the years, but in recent memory it was owned by the Andreas family of Decatur (ADM), Dr. Alan Bilyeau and his wife, and Mark and Ginger Whitacre, who added on the large addition to the south. Dr. and Mrs. Phillip Alward of Decatur purchased the home and Mrs. Alward made a lot of changes on the inside, completely redoing the kitchen, as well as many other gorgeous features. This home was featured prominently in the movie "The Informant", starring Matt Damon. The movie company, including Steven Soderbergh, Mr. Damon, Melanie Linsky and many others were in and around the village for several weeks a few years ago. It was quite exciting to see how they made it snow in May, and catching glimpses of (and even getting the autograph of) Matt Damon. After Mrs. Alward's death in April of 2011, their son Grant and his wife Carrie moved back from Florida and are purchasing the home from Dr. Alward. Grant and Carrie have two cute little children, with baby number three on the way. You won't want to miss seeing this home.<br />
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So there you have it. Doesn't it sound grand? The ticket price is $7 and can be purchased that day, beginning at 12:30. You'll receive a brochure with the addresses, a map and descriptions of the homes. Just come to the First United Methodist Church in Moweaqua, located at 222 North Hanover. There will be a cookies and tea/punch reception in the Wesley room, and our own Pastor Sharon will be on hand to explain the symbolism found in the choir loft and beautiful stained glass windows of the sanctuary. The sancuary will be decorated with scads of chrysanthemums, since we designated Sunday, September 9 as Chrysanthemum Sunday. What a glorious way to begin autumn. We will have our own ladies as hostesses in each home, and I'll be in the Alward house for a couple of hours at the beginning of the tour. Stop by and say hello. See you then,<br />
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BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-9940484720628128832012-08-12T16:41:00.000-07:002012-08-12T17:21:38.475-07:00Channeling the ancestors....or hickory syrup in 5 easy steps.Not having enough to do, I set out to find something else with which to entertain my ever-curious peabrain. Those dang ancestral parts of my DNA surface every now and then and just won't shush until I've satisfied a hankerin' (SEE!! I told you they surface), to re-create some ancient recipe or some-such. This time, the idea of making hickory syrup took hold. My son had purchased a tiny, sample-sized bottle of it somewhere, and said he liked it. He got his father to taste it, and he liked it, too. That's all it took. The challenge was on. First up, I had to do a little research on how to begin. I had no idea such a product was even out there. I need to get out more. Once I deduced that this syrup was a product of the bark, and not the sap like with maple syrup, I set out to traipsin' over yonder and found a shagbark hickory tree. Between what had newly fallen on the ground and a couple of pieces I plucked from the trunk, I came home with plenty of bark. Unwashed, it looked like this:<br />
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The instructions were to wash this with a stiff brush under running water, which I did. This gets rid of any pests which may be hiding in cracks and crevises, dirt, and such. The next step was to put it in an oven at 350 Degrees for approx. 15 minutes. The bark turns a golden brown, and makes the house smell so much like a fall campfire. I loved that part. Once it's roasted, it looks like this:<br />
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It really does smell nice and looks good, too. The next step was to break this up into smaller pieces, measure out a half pound of it, and place it in a saucepan, with water to cover. Bring to a boil, then turn the heat down and simmer it for around 25 minutes. Strain this, saving the bark for your next cookout, or just pitching it. Put the hickory tea back in the pan, then simmer more until it's been reduced by about 25%. <br />
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Now, pour the tea into a measuring cup and using a 2-1 ratio, add cane or pure sugar to the mix. I had some pure raw sugar from Beachy's in Arthur, so that's what I used. It's naturally brown. I had a bit over 1 cup of tea after the reduction, so I added two cups of the sugar.<br />
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Now you just boil this until it has turned into hickory syrup. Stir often and as it starts to thicken, stir it all the time, so it doesn't scorch. There you have it....your own hickory syrup.<br />
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I started with one cup of hickory tea and added the two cups of sugar. After cooking for 15-20 minutes, I ended up with 2 cups of syrup. It's very sweet, like any syrup, but has that smoky, woodsy flavor unique to hickory. Use it like you would any syrup; over pancakes, in baking, or in a glass over ice, with selzer water and a splash of real vanilla extract. mmmmm.<br />
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Ok, now that that's over, I'm off to have a talk with my ancestors. They're driving me nuts. LOL<br />
Walk in the woods blessings,<br />
Brenda<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-45474810626817261302012-08-09T05:53:00.000-07:002012-08-09T10:38:31.082-07:00A fun time was had by all.After listening to my mom go on and on about how funny Nadine the Church Lady is, and how much they enjoy watching "Larry's Country Diner" on cable TV, I did a little research and found that tickets to the taping for the show could be attained. So, last year for Christmas, I presented momma with a "Best of Nadine" cd, and tickets to the taping. You should have seen her dance around the living room. It was hilarious. She was so excited. The good part was that she liked the gift. The bad part was that the reservations were for early October, which seemed like an eternity to wait. However, early in the summer, I received an email from the very nice lady that coordinates the reservations for the show, and they were redoing the schedule and had moved us up to a date in August, which worked out very well. So, our journey began this past Sunday morning. My mom, step-dad of nearly 50 years, and beloved aunt and I hopped into the car and headed south. Destination:<br />
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We arrived in steamy Nashville, Tennessee mid-afternoon, found our hotel, and had a fun time snooping around Music Valley. I surprised them with reservations to a Nashville dinner theatre, which was fabulous. The buffet food was wonderful, and the two hours of toe-tapping classic country music was great. Every performer had abundant talent, sang familiar songs and gave their all. Every musician was expert and we loved when Charlie Vaughan played "Orange Blossom Special" on his fiddle. I highly recommend this show if you're going to be in town and need a filler one evening. <br />
Monday morning arrived, and after a Cracker Barrel breakfast, there was still some time to kill before heading over to the Northstar Studios for the taping. We explored the area a bit more and found:<br />
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The Dukes of Hazzard museum. I never knew there was so much Dukes promotional material and souvenirs and merchandise made. It was a fun nostaligic trip back. The day before we had also discovered the Ernest Tubb museum, but it was sadly lacking in excitement, at least for me. The tour bus was available for a walk-through, and that was a bit interesting, with the horseshoe drawer pulls and claustrophobic bunks.</div>
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Next door to the Dukes museum was the Willie Nelson museum and gift shop. They were wanting $8 per person to tour the museum part , so we satisfied ourselves with looking at all the Chinese <strike>crap</strike> souvenirs and finally, it was time to go. A short commute later, we were there. Actually, we were early, and the security gate <strike>nazi</strike> guy wouldn't let us through yet, so we waited a few minutes and finally were allowed in so we could stand in line waiting to actually get IN. Someone didn't get the memo that three dozen folks were sweating their butts off outside the doors. It's a very laid back operation and the staff have multiple hats to wear, so the audience lady just didn't know we were there. We did eventually get in, and went to a waiting room, since the first taping of the morning wasn't finished yet. Nadine and Renae, another lady from the show, came in and chatted and made funnies and gave us the lowdown on the actual taping and what was expected of us. There was time for picture taking, so here is the gang with Nadine:</div>
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Renae is the waitress in the diner. She works her fanny off. She is constantly on the move, delivering actual food to the patrons (us), and bringing drinks and pie and cleaning up and everything. She does take a minute now and then to enjoy the entertainment. When I got reservations for the show, I didn't have a clue who the entertainment would be, and actually nobody knows until day of. They just don't announce it. We lucked out. Instead of Nick Nasal and his Nosepickers, we had EXILE. Absolutely fabulous. They have been together for nearly 50 years and still have a great sound. Their harmony was spot on and they are all excellent musicians, as well. What fun. We were up close and personal. The diner set is very intimate, and we were right up front. After the taping and promos were finished, there was time for picture taking, so we did that, too. Here is my aunt with the Boot Daddy guy. Boot Daddy is the show sponsor, and they are an American company, selling American made products. This guy was such a friendly young man. Cute as a button, too.</div>
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Anyway, the diner excitement ended too soon, and the lush, green landscape of Tennessee was soon behind us, as we ventured north towards Metropolis. We were staying out one more night and the plan was for the parents and aunt to win fortunes to enhance their children's inheritance, but since that didn't happen...ahem...we just had a good time and before you know it, we were back home. I had a good time and I'm pretty sure they all did, too.</div>
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If you want to see us at Larry's Country Diner, tune in to the RFD channel on cable tv, Thursday evening, August 30, 2012. It comes on at 7:00. If you watch it, let me know.</div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-24561084142605350632012-08-04T07:00:00.000-07:002012-08-04T07:03:37.283-07:00The grass is always greener...I hope.My DS texted me Friday and said "So, you didn't blog about the rain?" My reply was "There really wasn't much to shout about here." The rain did come, for some. Oh, sure, some lucky souls got a really nice rain. It rained inches just a couple of miles south of us, and at least an inch a few miles west of us. What did we get? Two measly tenths of an inch. It did wash the dust off the trees and bushes and woke the crickets up for a little while. That's about it. I'm fed up. I have had it. I'm leaving this place. I am taking off for a change of scenery, someplace where the grass had better be green. I'm going to Nashville, Tenneessee to see:<br />
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Larry's Country Diner is one of my mom's favorite shows on cable TV. It is on the RFD channel on Thursday nights, and one of her favorite characters is Nadine the Church Lady. Tickets to sit in on a taping of the show can be obtained (they are all taken through 2013) and during the taping,which actually takes place in a diner or at least a set which looks like a diner, you get to eat a meal, as if you are really in a diner. (sorry I used the word diner so much).There is musical entertainment with various country music artists of currrent or has-been or never-was fame entertaining the audience. Lots of country humor and down home fun. We will be there for the 11:15 taping Monday morning. One Thursday night a few months from now, we'll be on tv. You'll see us (well, if you watch that show), having the time of our lives. This was a Christmas gift to my mom and I think she liked it. :)<br />
There may or may not be a country opry dinner theatre experience thrown in, and then on the return trip, Metropolis beckons. It's not only the home of Superman, but a gambling boat, as well. Since I don't have a lot of luck when I try to gamble (remember the lottery ticket machine that didn't like me and wouldn't let me play??....even though I hadn't even TRIED to buy a lottery ticket in years!!....go figure), I will mostly watch as the others win their children's inheritance. Ha. <br />
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So, DS, it doesn't really matter anymore if it rains. It really doesn't (sniff, sniff).<br />
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Aloha, I mean, Yee-Haw blessings,<br />
Brenda<br />
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p.s. Don't worry about the girls. Today, I'll be giving a lengthy tutorial to DH about chicken keeping. As a backup, I'm leaivng lots of pots of water here and there, and the food bin is full. He won't sing and coo to them like I do (hahahahaha...I'd LOVE to see that), but they'll survive without me for a couple of days. He did ask if he had to gather eggs while I'm gone. Sheesh.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-38168891459684686102012-08-01T17:15:00.001-07:002012-08-01T17:15:17.172-07:00Guess where I've been?We had to take care of some legal business today in the big town, so we gathered our wits about us and headed out. After a so-so sub sandwich for lunch, we did what we had to do, then checked our list and began the fun stuff. Well, fun is a relative term at our ages. LOL<br />
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DH needed a few un-fun things and since I always welcome an opportunity to see what's new out there, we took a little side trip to one of my favorite stores. That is where I saw this:<br />
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There is just no excuse for boredom. You don't even have to buy the stuff. Just take pictures of it and act like an investigative reporter for an underground weird food blog. Ha! I love Rural King. I am so easily entertained.<br />
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BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-26502225800388510462012-07-30T05:45:00.000-07:002012-07-30T14:45:11.617-07:00This, too, shall pass.Recent observations:<br />
1. Rain dances do not work.<br />
2. Praying for rain does not work.<br />
3. Begging for rain does not work.<br />
4. Pretending not to care whether or not it rained does not work.<br />
5. Visualizing a nice drenching, soaking rain does not work.<br />
6. Crying and generally throwing a fit because it didn't rain does not work.<br />
7. Threatening Mother Nature with mean, vindictive insults to try to make it rain does not work.<br />
8. Seeing my Weatherbug pindot smack in the middle of a red/yellow blotch indicating it SHOULD be raining where I am will no longer elicit excitement from me. IT LIES.<br />
9. Dragging a 100 foot hose from bush to tree to garden plant is almost as good as spending ten minutes on the Wii.<br />
10. One thing is for certain. Nothing lasts forever. This, too, shall pass. The rain will fall again. The grass will one day be green again. One day we will be complaining about too much rain. We'll be praying, and begging for it to stop, and visualizing warm, sunny days instead. Rain will ruin outdoor plans and whining about it will do no good. Crops will be bin-busters again. <br />
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Bring it on!!<br />
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Now, from the chicken front, I'm happy to report that Opal and her two babies are doing well. They are growing and she is still leading them around the yard and finding tasty morsels to share with them. The other girls are doing well, too. The three new girls, the ameraucanas, should be laying blue eggs in another month or so. They are such sweet birds and like to perch on my hands and arms. When I get the energy to go outside, I'll take pictures to post.<br />
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August is shaping up to be a busy month for me. I'll be reporting back on a few adventures. I can only say it involves Nadine the Church Lady, a big high school class party, a trip to St. Louis with our son, and the build-up to a Tour of Homes. Thank goodness I now have a personal shopper. hahahaha<br />
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Blessings,<br />
Brenda in dry-villeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-14731780830204476902012-07-15T05:26:00.002-07:002012-07-15T05:36:00.445-07:00I'm so thankfulThis summer has been depressing. It started out with such promise, but turned into the evil step-sister that just demanded attention and care. Just going about everyday living has been stressful, with heat, drought and all that comes with that, living on a farm and in an old house. I find myself on the verge of getting an attitude, but then try to snap out of it by thinking about how much worse it could be. At least when I cook I don't have to do this:<br />
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Scouring the countryside for buffalo chips for fuel would not be my definition of a good time. I also don't have to do this:<br />
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If we had to rely on what I shot for our meals, we'd soon be starving. I guess I could always send Pa out:<br />
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I'm thankful that when it's 105 degrees, I can strip down to nearly nothing, and not have to be trussed up in this:<br />
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Shoot me now if I have to wear that. Give me capris and a tank top any day.<br />
I'm thankful that when I go to town, I don't have to hitch horses to the wagon and clip clop for hours. Of course, if we all slowed down, we'd be able to stop and smell the roses, but we'd be smelling something else, too, methinks:<br />
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I'm thankful my husband retired from farming, and raising the crops in this dry year is someone else's worry. I do still worry, just not as much as I would have before. It is a struggle and hard work, every year:<br />
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If it just won't rain in my neck of the woods, at least I can still give thanks for other things. We are enjoying the last of the pumpkin blossoms tonight. The squash bugs and squash vine borers have pretty much done the vines in. I've already resigned myself to there being no pumpkins, watermelons or cantaloupes raised in my garden this year. We are enjoying the ripening tomatoes. Keeping them watered is a high priority task. The green beans have seemed to laugh at the dry weather. I'm still picking some every few days. I'm happy others are getting rain. I'm thankful for farmer's markets, and the efforts of others.<br />
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Most of all, I'm thankful I'm healthy and able to shrug off this crazy weather year. Who knew it wouldn't rain for weeks on end? The well seems to be holding out, thank goodness, and I don't have to haul water from town, or worse yet, in buckets from a spring half a mile away.<br />
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I'm thankful there are Kroger's and Aldi's and Walmart's and other bountiful places to shop. I'm thankful I have chickens that gift me with beautiful eggs and their egg songs.<br />
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I'm forever thankful for my family, my church family, my friends and the warmth I feel when I'm around them. <br />
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Now, excuse me while I go water the maters with my crocodile tears. (hahaha)<br />
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Hot, dry blessings,<br />
Brenda<br />
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P.S. Dear Weatherbug. You are a liar. You just can't know how you've played with my emotions this last week. Do not, I repeat, do not show my dot in the middle of a yellow/red blotchy area if you aren't going to deliver the goods. That is just cruel. Thank you for listening. Signed, disgruntled viewer.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-51980019668071650032012-07-10T06:53:00.001-07:002012-07-10T06:53:45.418-07:00Snow in July?It did cool off some, and even though it may look like it has snowed in our yard, I can assure you I would have been dancing a happy dance if it was cool enough to do that. No, the security department needed a good grooming. Major, our Great Pyrenees dog, has two layers of hair. In the fall, he grows a dense, fluffy undercoat. The outside guard hair is coarser and longer and just glistens when it's clean. Come spring or early summer, these dogs start shedding this inner layer and it comes off in sheets. It takes more than one brushing and one never really gets it all. Major loves to be brushed. He and Boots, our black lab, leap for joy when they see the curry comb. Such funny boys. After about half an hour I had this:<br />
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I'm not quite sure what to do with it. I've been told that dog hair placed under plants repels rabbits, but a neighbor came over this spring and got some and she has nary a petunia in her yard, even now. Shot that theory down, I reckon.</div>
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I've heard that some have taken this hair and used it like sheep's wool, cleaning, carding, spinning and ultimately weaving and sewing it into something really cool. I would love to wear a sweater made from Major's hair. Any takers? In about an hour, it will have been gathered up and placed in a bag, then in a day or two, if I haven't had any takers, off it goes to the burning barrel.</div>
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He is such a funny dog. Every dog has it's own personality, but we've never had a dog that preferred getting his drinking water from anywhere but the dog water bowl. I find him drinking out of buckets, mud puddles, and just today found out where all the bird's water was going:<br />
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Now, has anyone seen my lint roller?<br />
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Blessings,<br />
Brenda<br />
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1. It is so much better if I put my glasses on before I paint my toenails instead of after.<br />
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2. I would rather go shopping in a Cracker Barrel store than Von Mauer's.<br />
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3. My eyes are not bigger than my stomach. (hahaha.....*sad*)<br />
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4. If it doesn't cool off and rain soon, my house will implode due to the crush weight of the dust I'm not dealing with.<br />
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5. My bucket list has developed a leak.<br />
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6. My personality changes with every degree hotter it gets. Mild temps with lush, moist greenery=happy.<br />
Hot and dry = crabby. This is not a good summer.<br />
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7. When you have a chance to grab a young man with a strong back to help move furniture, don't take no for an answer.<br />
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Now, more rambling.<br />
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The events of the last few weeks have rocked my chicken world. I started out with 9 beautiful yr. old hens. I took the plunge and added 3 gorgeous americaunas to the mix. They are just now beginning to get their big-girl combs and it will still be a couple of months before I see blue eggs from them. Then came Reuben and Miss Eula. They are banties, and gifts from DS and DDIL. I guess you could call them gifts.... LOL... Reuben is such a feisty, loving little thing. He lets me pick him up, talk and sing to him, and he crows right back, while I'm holding him. He's quite the ladies' man, too. Or he would be if they were interested. Mostly they are interested in running for cover when they see him running towards them. He seems to be uninterested in Miss Eula, even though she is more his size. Next, Opal went broody. She wanted babies, so after setting on donated eggs, she got them. Her babies are so cute and seem to be thriving.<br />
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They will grow fast. Laverne also became broody, but the eggs she was sitting on didn't hatch, and out of curiosity, because they sounded funny when I shook them, I broke them open. They didn't hatch because they weren't fertilized, but they did contain the nastiest rotten yolks. Imagine having a chicken sitting on you for three weeks in 100 degree heat. Ewwww. Laverne is still broody, sitting on no eggs. I've got news for Laverne. She'll just have to get over it. So, first there were 9, now there are 17. It's called chicken math.<br />
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Speaking of 100 degree heat. Again. If I were very wealthy and could afford to live anywhere in the world, I would have a summer home in the Colorado Rockies or the Pacific Northwest, a spring and autumn home in Tennessee or Kentucky or western North Carolina, and my winter home would be somewhere where it gets chilly and I can see my breath, but would not have to worry much about icy roads. I'm open to suggestions. I'll have to give it some thought, then if I can remember to write it down..........<br />
Hot blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-85620540352901940212012-06-22T09:26:00.002-07:002012-06-22T09:26:55.734-07:00chicks and pieces, or chicks in pieces...Just a short update on my beautiful Buff Orpington hen, Opal. She went broody a couple of weeks ago, and a kind neighbor lady brought over some fertilized eggs for her to sit on. Opal really wants to be a mommy. We started out with a dozen eggs, but that was too many for her to gather under her tummy. There were always a few that were off to the side, so I went ahead and used up three of the eggs for the girls. One other egg broke in the nest somehow, and poor Opal had to pick sticky stuff off her breast feathers. Sticky, stinky stuff. So we were down to 8 eggs in the nest. I was curious and wanted to try my hand at candling again. I'm here to tell you that I am a major failure at that. In more ways than one. I was trying to balance the egg while shining a flashlight from behind, and the egg dropped. It broke. Yes there was a chick embryo in there. I felt so bad, again. (See former blog post...Sheesh!!) Anyway, we are down to 7 eggs. I'm not sure how long it takes for a chick to hatch, but it should be happening soon, I would think. Opal goes out in the yard once in a while, but spends the majority of her time just sitting on those eggs.<br />
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Her comb is pale, and she is very happy to drink lots of water once she's outside, but she really wants those babies. You can betcha I'll be posting pics when the blessed events occur. Blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-42137205718622402492012-06-20T06:13:00.001-07:002012-06-20T06:13:23.678-07:00Culinary conundrum.Today was just one of those days where there was nothing pressing or urgent to attend to, so I didn't. I'm still recovering from the trauma of last week's events (see my last blog post). I do have a mountain of beets to process and was needing some vinegar and assorted spices, so we took a trip to Rural King. I love that store. I could wander around the food aisles forever. While DH was shopping for all the boring stuff, I entertained myself by finding unique culinary offerings. I actually bought these:<br />
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Each little plastic straw is filled with flavored beads, either chocolote or strawberry. Each end of the plastic straw is pinched close, but has tiny holes. The idea is to suck the milk through the straw and the beads melt and add flavor to the milk as you slurp it. I had about 6 oz. of milk and was very disappointed in the result. The milk was long gone by the time any flavor was apparent. I finally took scissors, snipped off the end, and smushed the mushy beads into my mouth. The flavor is good, just not fast enough.I probably did it wrong, though. Probably any two year old would get good results. I also bought:<br />
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Just the sweet corn flavored chips. I ripped those babies open as soon as we got home. The consensus was divided. I thought they were good, but then I hardly ever buy chips so I'm like a thirsty drunk licking his lips when he sees a bottle of whiskey when they are around. Oh, boy!! Chips!! DH thought they were terrible, but then he doesn't like cinnamon or garlic, either, so he can't be trusted. Just for orneriness, I just about bought this, but read the list of ingredients and decided I could make it cheaper:<br />
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So, there is just no excuse for being bored. If you find yourself in a blah funk, take a short drive to your local Rural King store and browse the food aisles. Take a picky eater with you, just for fun. haha. A few teenagers would make it supremely enjoyable. Turkey Gizzards....it's what's for dinner. NOT!</div>
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There is only one picture in this post, because my hands are still shaking and I think I developed carpal tunnel in my hands and elbows and left shoulder from all the events of this last week. Let me begin with last Monday. DS had the day off from work and hadn't yet begun his research job at the university (yay for research grants for college kids!!), so the plan was for hubby and I to go over to DS and wife's new country house (the house isn't new, just new to them), and start building a chicken/duck pen. It isn't a coop, it's an enclosure in an already existing outbuilding. It sounded so simple, and for anybody with a thimble-full of experience, it should have been an easy task. For rank amateurs such as ourselves, not so much. But we were full of optimism. The ducks needed to be out of the city house garage, like yesterday. Soooooo, we began. Monday came and went and we had made some progress, but had much more to do. Tuesday found DH and I back over there, but this time our daughter-in-law was helping out. The morning went well, but halfway through the afternoon, I stuck a rusty screwdriver in her eye. Let me repeat that. I STUCK A RUSTY SCREWDRIVER IN HER EYE!!!!!!!!!! My advice to anyone reading this is to never do this to anyone. First order of business is to wear safety glasses. Good grief, why didn't we have those on??? It happened innocently enough and so darn fast. I was pulling on the bottom half of the top section of hardware cloth, and she was below me, fastening the top part of the bottom section to the 2x4 that ran horizontally through the middle. The screwdriver slipped out and hit her in the eye. Of course immediately she clutched at her eye, and within just a few seconds, I knew we had to skedaddle and get it taken care of. THANK GOD my brother-in-law is an opthalmologist. After a brief stop at the local clinic, we went on up to Decatur and found him at home, trying to relax after a stressful day of surgery. He met us at the office, and with a couple of other staff members, he sewed up her conjunctiva and determined there was no puncture wound, just a surface scrape. HE CLEANED THE DEBRIS FROM THE RUSTY SCREWDRIVER OUT OF HER EYE. (I'm trembling as I type this...if you're going to stick a screwdriver in anyone's eye, for God's sake, make sure it's a new one). She was given some drops while there, and a pressure patch to wear for 24 hrs. Wednesday we went back up to a not-so-Express Care facility so she could get a tetanus shot. We waited over 90 minutes for that to happen. We had a prescription for eyedrops to get filled, but of course Walgreen's was out of them. Our local pharmacy could have them first thing in the morning, which would be Thursday, so that was good enough, since the eye patch didn't come off until Wednesday night. In-between running around, we kept on building the enclosure. Thursday, we were back over there, eyedrops in hand, and the eye was looking better. The enclosure was far enough along that she and I made the trip back to the city house to get the critters. They were happy to have fresh air, fresh water, and lots of running space. Friday found us back in Decatur for a follow-up eye appointment. The Dr. said the eye looked great. It could have been so much worse. I am so very thankful it wasn't. We are finished with the enclosure, too. It isn't a work of art, but it's built like a fortress to keep predators at bay. I forgot to mention the half day it took to make a ready-made door fit the opening we'd allowed. I'm thinking white paint might make things look nicer.<br />
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Now, after all this, let's bake some bread, cakes, and cookies for Farmer's Market and the church bake sale. Whew!! <br />
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I think I need some B vitamins. Just sayin'.<br />
Blessings, blessed, giving thanks, and more,<br />
Brenda<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-9092064928983668592012-06-13T08:09:00.002-07:002012-06-13T08:09:58.632-07:00Ricky, Reuben, Randy, or not.It seems my rooster problem has solved itself. Not that I had a rooster problem, per se, but my dilemna over whether or not I should get one, with the girls all grown up now was weighing on my mind. I had two banty chicks in my basement chick nursery, waiting on DS and DDIL to get moved and their chicken enclosure built (which we are working on and that's why I've been MIA from the blog). Anyway, one day DS was visiting the chicks, and we heard the most peculiar noise coming from one of them. It turns out one of them is a rooster. He's beautiful and so tiny and so sweet. When I say he crows, that is being generous. He hasn't found his big-boy voice yet and it's comical. It sounds like the sounds get stuck in his throat and abbreviated. It reminded me of a growing boy going through puberty and how sometimes his voice will "crack" and how he intended to sound isn't how he sounded at all. This little guy will get there, too. So far the chickens, including the new americaunas and his little banty sister, just sort of look at him and think, "yeah, right. In your dreams." DS says they don't want a rooster right now, so I'm keeping him. He is precious:<br />
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He's not even half the size of the big girls. He also isn't very loud, which is a good thing. I don't think he'll be annoying at 4:00 a.m., when he decides the whole world should be awake. The little guy doesn't have a name yet, however, and that's where you come in. Either on this blog, or on FB, let me know what you think his name should be. Get creative. The winner, which will be announced someday (hahaha...ok...I'm REALLY busy right now), will receive a dozen eggs, which might take a while to accumulate, since back on the nest:<br />
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Opal is still sitting on eggs. I tried to candle them, but was pathetic and couldn't discern whether they are fertilized or not. A kind, generous chicken/rooster owning neighbor brought a dozen eggs for me to use for Opal. I'm hoping some of them hatch. The other problem I have is that I didn't think to mark these before putting them under her, and when Opal is out eating and drinking, other hens sneak in there and lay eggs. One day I counted 14 eggs, instead of the 12 that should have been there. Also, one of the eggs was broken, and that is nasty. So, I got all but 8 eggs out of the nest, used a red sharpy pen to mark the remaining eggs, and now I can collect the unmarked, unfertilized eggs from there. It's a more manageable amount for her to sit on, too. I don't know if any chicks will hatch, but if it's possible for that to happen, it won't be because sweet Opal didn't try. Out of 9 laying hens, I'm lucky to get 4 or 5 a day. <br />
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That's what's going on around here. Mowing, cleaning, gardening, chicken-keeping, chicken coop building, and just general busy-ness. <br />
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Blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-42573725245570074312012-06-07T06:52:00.001-07:002012-06-07T06:53:23.542-07:00Opal's gone broody.Opal is my favorite chicken. She is the most docile, sweetest thing ever. She lets me pick her up with no protest, and talk to and cuddle her. Opal would be an awesome chicken mom, too, and she wants to be. She wants to be so badly that she has decided she is going to be a mom. Opal can't be a mom. Oh, she CAN be a mom, meaning all her chicken parts are ok, but to be a chicken mom is sort of like being a human mom. There needs to be a chicken dad and we don't have one. Opal has decided to just park her fluffy butt in one of the nesting boxes, where the hens lay their eggs, and just sit there, as if she had a clutch of eggs under her. There are NO eggs under her, because a broody hen doesn't lay eggs. Not until the chicks have hatched out. They lay a cluster of eggs and then stop while they sit on them until the chicks hatch. Opal doesn't realize there are no eggs. Her chicken brain told her it was time to sit on eggs, and sit she is:<br />
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She sits there day and night. Last night I waited until just a bit after dark and moved her over to the roost, hoping that with bad night vision she wouldn't hop down and resume sitting in the box. I thought this would break her of wanting to brood, but apparently it didn't. I lift her out of the box and take her out to the yard, so she can get a drink, eat and get some exercise. She terrorizes the other chickens when they get close and this just isn't my sweet Opal. She preens excessively, fluffs up, spreads her wings and puffs up like a turkey, and just generally becomes a little chicken witch. This has to stop. I've read that putting ice cubes under her might cool her off and become so uncomfortable that it isn't worth it, and also giving her a cool chicken bath, especially on 'THAT PART', would cool her off and get her out of the mood, but none of these ideas are sure-fire fixes for what's ailing her. I'm thinking the next step might be:<br />
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Not a rooster light, silly, a REAL rooster. I have wrestled with rooster resistance (hahahaha), but my girls are all grown up and maybe it's time. Mother Nature and all that. If I get one we'll have a naming contest. The winner gets a dozen eggs. I know roosters can be trouble;. maybe more trouble than a broody hen.<br />
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This is my dear Opal, just this morning, after I carried her to the yard. She's worried about her phantom "babies".<br />
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Poor Opal. She's just beside herself these days.<br />
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Oh, dear. Decisions, decisions. Now excuse me while I go raid the ice cube stash.<br />
Bok, bok, squawk blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-48791235642811686582012-05-31T08:47:00.002-07:002012-06-01T05:11:55.032-07:00Yes, YOU can.The weather finally cooled off enough to bake bread again. I was seriously going to have to buy a loaf soon if we hadn't had some relief. The bread I make is so easy anyone can do it. I have the recipe memorized, but I encourage you to get a copy of the "Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes a Day" book. There are lots of variations on the main recipe and every one of them that I've tried has turned out well. Let me show you, in a nutshell, how to do it. Do not be afraid, Grasshopper, you can do this. First, gather your ingredients:<br />
3 cups of lukewarm water<br />
1 1/2 tablespoons of yeast ( I like Red Star brand. There's the regular and the quick rise...use either one)<br />
1 1/2 tablespoons of salt (I use fine sea salt, as I've read that the iodized salt can affect the yeast. ???)<br />
6 1/2 cups All-pupose flour (I buy the unbleached. It's the same color as the bleached so what's the point??)<br />
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<em>Edit: My biology major college student son has informed me that iodized salt affects the dough in this way; Iodine in salt is held as Nal and when mixed with water, breaks the ionic bond to form Na+ and l-the free iodine ions are easily taken up by the yeast cells where it de-natures the free-floating cysteine and methionine preventing protein synthesis. This prevents yeast from replicating, meaning that your bread does not rise as effervescently. In other words, the dough won't rise as much. Use sea salt instead. **Thanks, Booie. Love, Mom**</em><br />
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This recipe makes 4 one-pound loaves. You can easily halve it to make just 2 if you so desire. If the math befuddles you, call a third grade teacher. :)<br />
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Put all this together in a large bowl. Remember, it's going to swell up. Stir it well and let it sit on the counter, covered, for a couple of hours. You can spray some plastic wrap and loosely drape it over the dough, or you can wet a nice fuzz-free kitchen towel and use that. Either one is fine. Be sure to spray the plastic, though, or you'll have a gooey sticky mess when you pull it away after it's risen.<br />
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All the above takes maybe 3 minutes and it will look like this when you first stir it:<br />
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It's best to do this the day before you want to bake bread, because it's really sticky. Refrigerate the dough, covering loosely. The next day, or baking day (the dough can be refrigerated for up to 2 weeks) get a bit of flour and dust the top of the dough, then with one hand, scoop out a grapefruit size piece of dough, and with a bit more flour, over the kitchen sink to keep the mess contained, lightly sprinkle with more flour, as you stretch the dough from the top around to the bottom on all sides. Basically, just form it into a loaf. Don't use too much flour, though, just enough to keep it from being crazy sticky. Place it on a pizza peel, or an old bread board that has been dusted generously with cornmeal. This is where it will rest for the next hour or 90 minutes. Remember the dough has been chilled for a day or more. It has to warm up, and it will raise some more, as well:<br />
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All of this takes maybe a minute or two. Really, that's all. Let it rest for the alloted time. About 20 minutes before you're ready to bake it, put a pizza stone on the middle rack in your oven, then turn the oven on to 450 degrees. The stone needs to heat up, too. Now, get a serrated bread knife and slash the bread in a few places. This will help the bread to rise even more while it's baking. Use a slight dusting of flour on the top so the knife will go through, or you can wet the knife between each slash. If I'm making a cheese bread, I also sprinkle on some finely grated cheddar at this point, or some Parmesan/Romano/Asiago cheese in a can from the fridge. Both are delicious:<br />
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When the oven indicates the temperature has been reached, put a pan or something that can take the heat on the shelf below the stone. You'll want to put a cup of very hot water in it, because the steam helps create the great artisan crust on the bread. I didn't take a pic of this part, and if you forget it, it's no great shakes, but I do think it adds something to the bread. Anywhoo, now it's time to bake. You might need a spatula to assist, but the idea is to slide the bread off the board it's been rising on, onto the hot stone in the oven. Do that as expediently as possible, so as not to cool the oven down. Add that water for steam, set the timer for 25 minutes for that size loaf (you know your oven, if you have an oven that takes longer than a recipe says to bake something, just add a couple more minutes to the baking time) and wait...and wait....and wait...when you're anxious for fresh bread it seems like a very long time. At my house it's only:<br />
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I do have to take a peek, but try not to more than once. You really don't want the oven to cool down too much.<br />
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When the timer beeps, take out your bread. The stone will be exremely hot and stay that way for quite a while. Use an oven mitt or some protection, to transfer your bread to a cooling rack. It's tempting to rip it open RIGHT NOW AND SLATHER ON SOME BUTTER, but try not to do that. Wait until the bread cools for a while...completely is best, but at least 15-20 minutes, at least. There is still some baking going on inside, and something about re-absorbing something, but it will be better if you wait. Here is my finished loaf: <br />
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I wish you could smell how my house smells right now. MMMMM. Not counting the rising times and baking time, and time spent in refrigerator camp, it does really only take 5 minutes or so...maybe a couple more for beginners, but it is that easy. No kneading, no judging for elasticity, just great, artisan bread. So, what are you waiting for??? You can do this. I want to hear back from everyone that tries it. You can thank me later :) btw...if you know you just aren't going to do this, but want some fresh bread anyway, check out Farmer's Markets around the area. I know there are some great bakers out there showing up to sell their wares.<br />
Blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-56034284045215420392012-05-31T05:26:00.000-07:002012-05-31T05:28:37.495-07:00One of my favorite scentsWhen I moved here in the early 80's, there was a nice clothesline. I used it a lot. I loved it. There is nothing better than sleeping on freshly laundered sheets that have been dried on a clothesline, kissed by the sun and fresh air. For me, at least, it is a surefire way to a good night's sleep. Then it happened. We had one storm too many, and one Bradford pear tree wiped out my clothesline. Not only did the lines go down, but one of the poles was bent so badly it was unfit for repair. I grieved. It isn't a job I can do myself, and there were always more important things to do. After a couple of years, I got used to not using one, but I want one now. I want to look out my kitchen window and see this:<br />
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I also want to look out my kitchen window and see this:<br />
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Well, maybe not THIS particular one, but one of my own design and construction. An adorable clothespin bag. There are fabrics now that come laminated and ready for waterproof applications, such as water bottle holders, diaper bags, and whatever. This is a blog I check out from time-to-time, and today especially tugged at my heart. I loved it. There are links to the free pattern from this blog:<br />
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Such a cute idea. Make sure you read Madame Samms poem, too. She says it much better than I ever could.<br />
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OK. So now the next project around here will absolutely be a new clothesline for me. I. Have. Spoken.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-50652906536303750532012-05-29T06:17:00.002-07:002012-05-29T06:18:38.902-07:00I love a rainy night...or THANK YOU Ms. NatureShortly after midnight, the storm rolled in. Not a vicious, horrible, damaging storm, but a storm with just enough punch to demand respect and bring silent sighs of relief. We were blessed with .7" rain, almost 3/4" inch, and it was needed badly. I feel like we bought some time. June hasn't even begun yet, and it's a full three weeks before summer officially begins, so it's anybody's guess as to how "normal" or "extreme" our summer weather will be. Let's hope we get regular rains and moderate temps. At least for now, all is well.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
BrendaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1093976168421962391.post-29885659524491241992012-05-28T11:37:00.003-07:002012-05-29T06:04:08.048-07:00Tempting fateThis post is about rain, or rather, the lack of it. We badly need rain in our neck of the woods. It is way too soon for trees, shrubs and other vegetation to be showing signs of drought stress, but they are certainly doing just that. I've watered and watered, but it isn't the same as a nice drenching rain from the heavens above.<br />
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I have decided instead of washing the car to tempt fate, I'll just post some pictures of lovely raindrops and try to remember what it's like to receive them. We sorely need them now.<br />
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Ok. Looks like there was a little wind, but that's ok, too. A nice gully-washer would be much appreciated.<br />
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There!! Mother Nature....please, please send us some refreshing rain soon.<br />
We have a 50% chance of rain tonight. I've done my part, now get out there and do a raindance. My garden and, trees, and animals, and newly planted fruit trees, and all the corn and soybean fields will be eternally grateful. Thank you.<br />
Blessings,<br />
Brenda<br />
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<em>p.s. Thank you for hearing my plea, Ms. Nature. We got a lovely rain just after midnight, measuring nearly 3/4". The moisture was greatly appreciated by all living things residing in my yard and the surrounding fields. I don't even mind that I had to mop up wet floors from the rain that blew in through the screens. Now, just don't forget about us. I love a rainy night.</em>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530415077187323894noreply@blogger.com0