Don’t know why so tired. Can’t remember doing all that much. Too hot to go to grocery today.
Did finish the summer sausage. Cooking it that is. Almost forgot about it. Really good though. Eating slice now. Best I’ve made so far. Might make more later. Depends on mood.
Found out Fire Marshall will be visiting next week. Oops. Haven’t set off alarm for over a month, but guess too many times now. Place is cluttered now, so will get large storage crates and have Mike take out to farm. Should be safe in barn for week or two. Good chance to put shelves back in order.
Ethan, couple y ears ago. Now living in dorm at University of Kentucky. GO CATS!!! Oh, wrong kind of cat. Cute though. Gina, oops, Regina, Ethan’s mom. She went to UK also. Ain’t she sweet, see her walkin’ down the street. Sorry, she makes me want to sing. Great mom. Two Master’s degrees. Hubby has Ph.D. When they graduated together, she said she would call him doctor as long as he called her Master. That’s my girl. Even with three still at home, prob’ly feelin’ empty nest syndrome. Or maybe some relief that someone else has to feed Ethan now. Bottomless pit appetite there. Same with other two boys. Anika eats like a bird.
Think I remember putting soap in refrigerator. Don’t ask. Be right back. Should take it out now. BAck now. Twelve perfect lookin’ bars. Bars of soap, that is. Prob’ly twelve perfect liquor bars somewhere in town too. Wouldn’t know. Don’t hang out there. Least not any more.
Getting another box of produce tomorrow. Not sure what I’m hoping for. Have million recipes want to try, but can’t make them all at once. Maybe make mini casseroles ‘n freeze ’em. Have to grate a lot of cheese tonight or tomorrow. And make more breadcrumbs. Running out. Did make two cups butter. Used to make that growing up, but now don’t get the cream like we had then. This time bought cream and forgot why, so ended up putting in freezer bag and rolling between hands til it turned to cream and buttermilk. Shucky dern. Was going to make buttermilk biscuits. Forgot all about them. Make them tonight and have with real butter and fruit syrup or apple butter. Home made, of course.
See this? My thanks to Jess, at Therapy Bread for nominating my blog for this award. Pretty, isn’t it. Just nominated, not won — yet. Would be nice to win. But really surprised to be nominated. Think she puts ten pounds on me every day when I read her blog. Then print out her recipes. Especially the cherry chocolate ice cream. Sooooo goooood. THAT’S why I bought so much cream. Just kinda overbought. Gee, thanks Jess. Did get some good butter out of excess cream though.
Not long til Mount St. Joseph picnic. Think they have better barbecue pits than this, but don’t care that much for BBQ. Just want the burgoo. Will keep mom company while rest of family go to picnic. Sent them some ruffled scarves for picnic. My Alma Mater. Burgoo there matches St. Martin’s. Same family recipe. Can’t wait to see family who can get here. Larry can’t come. Has to have surgery on eye. Needs prayers. But will find some member of family to pick up burgoo for me. Want freezer filled with it this winter. Some days all I can swallow. One of bad things about MS, but fun when food flys out all over table. Oops, now no one will let me eat with them.
Burgoo is a food of the gods. It starts out with chicken and mutton or beef, usually boiled and all stock saved, potatoes, cabbage, corn, tomatoes, everything finely ground except the corn, all cooked over an open fire at the picnics, stirred constantly for about 20 hours, seasoned with salt, black pepper and Worchestershire sauce. The Mount usually makes about 20 fifty gallon kettles of it, and they sell out early, so my bro, who is chaplain there, grabs about one kettle of it for the family as soon as it’s done. We have actually (my mom has actually) cut the recipe down to a 5 gallon amount, then my sister cut it down to a one gallon amount, so if necessary I’ll make my own. But I’m hoping one of the family will score at least 4 gallons for me to put in the freezer. Only 2 churches make the good stuff, and this is one of the best, St. Martin’s being the other.
ah’m tar’d too! and sore all over… worked too much this past week and there is no end in sight just yet… siiigh… i’m not sure how one actually “wins” the blog awards. maybe we all kindof win by being nominated… i’m new to all of this so i have no idea…. lol
also, what is burgoo?