And It’s Getting Even Colder


But before we get to that, the good news.  Next week I start therapy on my shoulder!  I’m doing a happy dance in my brain, since my legs still don’t work all that well, and yes, I know it will hurt, but that will be a good kind of hurt.  I’ll be back in the kitchen, cooking again in two months.  My personal resolution.  Maybe a bit premature, but I’ll do it!!!!

family-268 These are my two great grandsons, Eli and Camden.  And they are standing out in the snow, the only photo I have in my library that has snow in it.  We have some snow in the forecast, but I received an email from my Citizens Emergency Relief Team (CERT) trainer today that we are going to have a horrible, humongous cold wave starting next week, with the temps dipping below zero.  So if you are in the Owensboro, KY area, be prepared.  Dress in layers, have emergency equipment on hand, both at home and in your car if you have to get out.  If you don’t have to get out, Please STAY AT HOME, and bundle up.  Have an ample supply of finger foods on hand in case of power outage, don’t turn your heat up too high so you can conserve electricity, dress in layers, and please take care of your pets.  They get cold too.  There is no word about ice or snow, just the extreme cold, and I know a lot of you live in colder areas, but darn it, this is supposed to be the South.  Upper south, but still….

Now for the personal train wrecks.  Believe me, as long as I’m breathing, there will be train wrecks.  I got this really nice cushion for my power chair, since my bum is getting a bit sore from sitting all the time, and today managed to spill my Dr. Pepper on it.  And on my phone, which was on the cushion next to the Dr. Pepper.  A new twist on sticky keys I think.  So, to keep from getting the seat of my jeans wet (I hope) I have a thick towel covering the cushion.  Also, a large wet spot on the leg of my jeans.  If there’s a way to destroy it, I’ll find it.

I’ve managed to drag a second quilt off my bed by getting it caught in my chair.  This takes a special talent.  And yesterday I pulled a panel off the door of the elevator.  Well, I never claimed to be a good driver.  And besides, the door shouldn’t have tried to close on me so fast.  It got me to my floor though, and for the first time in months it didn’t make that horrible sound when the door opened.  Guess I showed it who’s boss, huh?

family-521 Astroid kissing Noah Amy Just decided to show a few of my favorite photos before I sign off.  On the left are Laurie, Anika, Andrew and Ethan, In the middle is Noah with his Grand Champion steer Asteroid, and on the right is my beautiful niece Amy, wearing a necklace I made for her.  We raise beautiful kids in my family.

A.

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Happy (?) New Year


Here’s hoping this year will be so much better than last one.  At least the last month of last one.  I really want to get back in my kitchen and cook something.  I know I can’t smell anything, but still I can remember the smells of the things I usually cook, and really miss that pot of beans and the Mexican cornbread that always go with it.  Mmmm, what more can a person ask for than beans and cornbread on a cold, winter day?

I have a new award, sorta.  Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here it is. doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-4-300x300 doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-3-300x300I haven’t decided which one to put in my gallery yet, but I think it will be the one with the picture of the presenter, Don Charisma.  Of course, the other one shows up better, but I’ll decide before my next post.  Don is really a great guy, currently living in Thailand, who is now doing great things with stitching photos together to make up really large, breathtaking scenery.  He’s funny, intelligent, and altogether a great guy who created my angel logo for me.  My knight in mostly shining armor.  You really should check out his blog, http://doncharisma.org.  At least I think that’s it.  If not, so sorry Don.  Sinus headache, remember?

Since I can’t go shopping at this time, I have started online shopping at Amazon.  I think I went a bit overboard on a few things there, but since you don’t actually see the product, just a description, you don’t know until it arrives. 004 Just a few days ago I got a call from the office telling me I had a large package downstairs.  Large?  It was about the size of a coffin.  It is still taking up half my living room.  As you can see, I ordered paper towels, also 007 well, that’s more like a photo of the box with the towels at the top.  So, here’s another one.005 A dozen packages of paper plates, and a huge bag of paper bowls.  Since I can’t wash dishes at the moment, I use a lot of paper products.  And last, 006 a dozen boxes of Kleenex, although I only pulled one out because I only needed one opened at the time.  Fortunately there was no shipping fee, since the order was more than $50.  The trash bags and Windex are still to come, and naturally they are the items I needed the most.  Except for the Kleenex, since I somehow caught a head cold without ever leaving the building.  How?  Your guess is as good as mine.  I think if there is half of an allergen floating around the hemisphere it makes it to my nose and takes up residence there.

I’ve pretty much slept thru the past few days.  It’s just too comfortable under the covers to move lately, and I have a lot of lost sleep to make up.  Throw a couple of pain pills a day into the mix, and I’m snoring like, well, a lumberjack?  Or maybe more like Max did.  For such a tiny dog he could beat my dad when it came to snoring.

Well, back to the sinus meds.  Doctor appointment on Friday for results of CAT scan.  To tell the truth, I’m not sure I really want to know.

A.

More Train Wrecks


Or maybe I should say more headaches.  I’ve been trying to add a drawing Anika made for me of Max, my Pekingese dog.  Cowgirl Anika Anika is extremely talented in so many ways, and can draw everything except cats.  She loves cats more than any other animal, but for some reason, can’t seem to draw them yet, so when she was here helping me decorate the pine cones I asked her if she would draw me a picture of Max.  She drew it, sent it to me, and I have been trying to get it on the blog since I received it.

First I scanned it in to my photos, but it didn’t show up when I was downloading some photos to my blog library.  Then I took a photo of the drawing, and have just spent an hour trying to put that in the library, but when it downloads I get a message that says “crunching”, and my only guess is that by crunching it really means munching, because it sure doesn’t show up in the photo library.  So, I’m going to make one more effort here.  Hold on to your hats and garters, because if this doesn’t work out there could be a huge explosion.  BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM.  It still didn’t work.  What does it mean when it crunches your photo?  I’ve downloaded a lot of photos to this site and they have always been okay.  This is the first time they have ever been crunched.  I wonder if they have seen my trash cans and realize how full they are and how much they need to be emptied and the contents crunched?  Yeeks!  I hope not.  That would mean it could also see the items I have dropped and been unable to pick up.

Well, the title warned you this is about more train wrecks.

Like, I’m having to go on scavenger hunts again, since Irene came in last weekend.  All of the things I use were stored within reach on my right side so I could just pick them up easily when needed.  Some of them were moved to the left, meaning heaps of pain if I have to get them.  Some were placed under heavy objects I can’t lift without chance of dropping on my foot.  Just the thought of that makes me wince.  There are a few things I haven’t found yet, but have made it without them so far.  Others are in places I can see but have no way of getting to, because they are just out of reach.

I went online and ordered a lot of stuff I’m running out of, and the deliveries should start on Monday.  And I also signed up for the produce deliveries from Cecil Farms again, starting in May.  This time I signed up for every other week though.  Getting the weekly deliveries last summer was nice, but there was no breathing space in between.  I think this year I’ll need the time to breathe a week between the deliveries.  I also signed up for fresh eggs during the summer, because I’m never sure when the egg lady will show up here, and I sure love those farm fresh eggs.  Plus, I’ll hopefully be getting some fresh pork this year as well.  That will be from a different source, but will be so much better than the pork bought at the grocery.  And at some point before summer I plan on buying a pressure canner, so I can put some of that pork in jars and can it for later.  That was something my mom always did, and it was sooooo good and so tender you just wouldn’t believe it.  I did it on the farm, and it is great to be able to grab a jar of canned pork loin in an emergency situation and just sit back and enjoy it.  Heat if you want, but it really isn’t necessary.  Just open and enjoy.

Now I’m making myself hungry for some fresh collards and bacon or pork loin.  Fresh anything right now would be good.  I wanna get back to the kitchen.  That means I had better get back in there now and heat up a bowl of burgoo.BBQ capitol of the world

A.

A Whole New Night


100_2564 I held my camera today, and took a few pics of my “decorations”.  I don’t remember where I got this little manger scene, but it stays on the entertainment center year round.  I saw a really pretty, larger one in the gift shop at the hospital today when I went for my CAT scan, and came very close to getting it, but in the end my sanity returned, and I remembered my limited storage space.  So this little one will stay put as long as I do.  And it is surrounded by some of the pine cones Anika and I decorated.

100_2563 100_2565 More of my little mini Christmas trees, with photos and other items behind them, because they were supposed to be used to decorate a tree, not an entertainment center.  Therefore, I didn’t remove any of the other things that were on top of the “mantle”.  When Harriet came to do my laundry for me, I let her choose one as a Christmas gift, since it is now plain to me that I won’t be going out, and the things I ordered online were not ordered in time to arrive by Christmas this year.  Next year is taken care of though.  Boy, howdy, how’s that for early shopping?

100_2567 I decided to take a few photos of my crops while I was at it.  This is the mint plant that Laurie pulled up for me and stuck in a pot last September or October.  I moved it over to the stove, under the light, when the chilly winds started blowing last month.  I think it could use a larger pot now, but that can wait another month or so if necessary.

100_2569 The sweet potato I stuck in a jar has started putting out leaves and has what seems like millions of roots down in the jar of water.  I would like to pot that also, but the potato has swollen so much I can’t get it out of the jar, unless, of course, I break the jar.  That won’t happen — I hope, because as usual I’m still barefoot.  Don’t even have a sock on my right foot because of swollen toe.  Don’t know why it’s swollen, but it’s red and it hurts, and my feet are usually dead, so something is going on there that I probably don’t really want to know about.  I just wonder how tall those leaves will grow.  That brown stuff behind there is a loaf of sourdough bread I got out of the freezer to go with my burgoo.  Tastes just as fresh as the day it was baked.

100_2568 Now my aloe plant that definitely needs a larger pot.  It was so tiny when I got it, and most plants commit suicide on the way home when I buy them so they won’t die a slow, painful death at my hands after we get home.  My luck seems to have changed in that area.  I haven’t murdered a single plant all year.  If it holds until summer I’m going to try raising some container tomatoes, peppers and garlic.  Maybe even onions.  And potatoes?  That will require some thought between now and then.  Wonder about a watermelon?  When I got tired of eating them last summer I pureed some and froze them into cubes for flavored water.  That will be a great way to treat my extra cucumbers and other veggies next summer.  Not all of them, of course.  Can’t imagine squash or okra flavored water, but lemon, lime, orange, cuke, the list is endless.

100_2570 100_2571 Took a couple of pics of my afghan in progress while I was at it.  I wish I had decided on the purple as the only contrast color, and left out the sage and blue, but since it is just to keep me warm I can live with it.  And I started this one 100_2572 when the first one became too heavy to work on.  This is called a corner to corner afghan, and will have a peacock solid between the patterned rows.  To make it easier to work with I’m using up one skein of each at a time.  Finished a row of it today, only have about 10,000 rows to go.  Maybe exaggerating a little bit there, but from the tiny baby scarf bit I have finished right now, it sure seems that way.

Starting to get numb now.  No news from the doc, but then, I didn’t realize my phone was unplugged until just about an hour ago, so I guess I’ll find out on Monday.

A.

Still Making It Thru The Day


cheaper than therapy It was very overcast all day today.  And since I couldn’t hold the phone yesterday and write at the same time, mainly because my ear and hand both got numb after half an hour, I thought the CAT scan was for Monday.  Nope.  It was for this morning.  The front desk called me and told me the driver was waiting for me, and I wasn’t even up yet, thinking I had the day off.  SO, now the scan is for tomorrow morning.  There is something scheduled for Monday morning at 10, but I don’t know what it is now.  I guess I’ll be in for a surprise of some kind.  Hope it’s a good, fun one.

I sure wish I could go to the grocery now.  Maybe I can get the GRITS bus to drop me off there and they will pick me up again later, but probably not.  There are a few things I want to pick up.  Of course, that statement is an oxymoron at the moment, but I have my own bags on the back of my chair that I can maybe get some help storing a few groceries in.  And in a way that they won’t turn over and spill out all over the place.

I keep trying to change the way this page looks, but I’m pretty sure nothing is working right.  Don’t have the savvy to make it look the way I want, and don’t have the staying power to sit here long enough to chat with word press about customizing it so my angel shows on the front page.  Wanted to put Christmas colors on here, but what I’m seeing at the moment are dark purple and Chartreuse.  Not colors I would usually put together.  Love purple, love green, but hate Chartreuse.  At least I can use both hands to type now, so very thankful for that blessing.

Slept most of the day because I couldn’t find the remote to turn the TV off last night, and it’s hard to sleep through Twilight Zone, and Alfred Hitchcock.  I don’t usually watch those, but since I couldn’t find the remote, I couldn’t change the channel either.  I know there are buttons on the TV that will do it, but they are too dark to see.  Would have watched some movies, but I’ve lost that remote also.  Some things should just be tied around the neck or taped to your — well, use your imagination there.

bad day Found this picture on Face Book and can’t help wondering about it.  CGI?  Photoshop?  I could easily get stuck like that, but a horse?  I don’t think so, unless it’s as graceful as I am.  That would take a special kind of talent, and not many people possess that much talent.  I do know a couple of people who could do that, but relax Dana and Linda.  I won’t tell your last names.  At least, I won’t tell for a price.  That’s not blackmail, is it?  Maybe I could just tell a few stories about some of your shenanigans over the years.  We did have fun.  And as for Rita, I have pictures.  Lots and lots of pictures.

happy people Kinda like this.  Especially this time of year when every online market sends me their catalogs with beautiful stuff I don’t need and don’t really have room for, but would love to have if I owned a huge mansion with a special room just for all that stuff.  Right now I would be happier if I could hold my crochet hook a few minutes longer, but a few stitches at a time will eventually get the job done, and that way I won’t have to buy new yarn for a while.  My afghan is large enough to cuddle under now when I get cold, just not long enough to be a real afghan yet.  So, a few stitches a day and someday it will be beautiful.  And some day soon I’ll be able to hold the camera again and take a photo of the work in progress.  Not quite as pretty as I envisioned in the beginning due to some bad contrast choices on my part, but then, I’m making it to keep me warm, not to win a beauty contest.

Going to give arms a rest now.  See you tomorrow.

A.

Good And Bad News Day


Had my follow-up to the follow-up appointment with the surgeon today.  X-ray first.  My left arm is an inch shorter than it should be, so there is probably some bone pieces floating around in the shoulder area.  Have to go for a CAT scan Monday to see where they are, and if they are in a dangerous place will definitely need surgery.  Actually, doc told me today that if I was younger he would recommend surgery immediately, but if the broken off parts are not in places where they could inflict mortal danger, everything will be left to continue healing by itself.  I don’t have to keep the arm immobilized all the time any more now, and it feels good to let it hang down by my side, and to move it around a bit.

Good news is that I’m using both hands to type this.  I was afraid I would forget how if I had to keep on with the hunt and peck method.  Feels really good to be able to type faster again instead of taking ten minutes to look for the letters to type one word.

daviess-co-ky.jpg Blue skies shining on me, nothing but blue skies do I see.  At least today.  Rain is supposed to start tomorrow, and last for the weekend.  Whee!!!  At least it won’t be that nasty four letter word that begins with sn and ends with ow.  Pretty enough coming down, but so ugly after an hour or so of being driven on and walked on.  I think even my aunt is no longer loving it, and she is the one we always blamed when it snowed because she was the one who thought it was so pretty.  Nothing pretty about rain, but at least it doesn’t stick to the sidewalks.  Chee, what difference does it make?  I’m not going anyplace.  At least I don’t plan to go anyplace.  Could be surprised, but not likely.

My new mode of transportation these days is the GRITS bus.  Can’t remember exactly what the letters stand for, but they pick me up at the door of the building and take me to the door of wherever I’m going, then pick me up again when I’m ready to come home — if I’m lucky.  Had a long wait today, but I have a feeling that will be better after winter is over.  The drivers are all retired people, making a little bit of extra money to supplement their Social Security, and all extremely polite and friendly.  All in all a great way to travel.

Wish I could have taken a few photos last night.  Haven’t been to the grocery lately, but managed to get my chair hooked on the bedspread and dragged it halfway to the living room, snagging a few other things along the way.  That was almost as much fun as dragging the watermelon bin at Krogers.  Trouble is, no one here to laugh with me.  Ah, well, at least I’m back to my old tricks, and starting out with some new ones.

Cat and camera Hummm, wonder if I could find a kitty that could follow me around and take photos for me?  This little guy looks pretty competent.  He also looks like he might outgrow that camera in a few years too.  Going to try to take some photos of the pine cones Anika and I decorated in a couple of days.  have to see if one arm will hold the camera steady enough to get a good pic first.  They will be subbing as my Christmas tree this year, because I can’t get the tree out of the closet and set it up.  I know I could get help from friends, but hate to take advantage of them.  Already having to ask them to heat my meals up so I won’t be wearing them in my lap (OUCH) instead of getting them to my mouth.  I keep remembering my spaghetti squash disaster, and how it looked in my shoe and on the carpet.  Yeck

Until later.

A.!

Trying Again


all you really need Love all the chocolate the boys keep bringing me.  Mike came by today to do some banking for me, and of course the bank called to verify he was for real.   Oh, what a temptation to put in front of me after all the grief that kid gives me at times.  I was nice though, and he not only got the check cashed, but put the money on my card for me.  And a few minutes ago I got a call from him asking if I was missing anything.  Hadn’t thought much about it until he asked, but then realized he kinda forgot to bring me the change.

I’m using both hands for typing tonight, sorta.  Have to stop and rest the left one occasionally, but it sure makes things go faster.  Instead of a snails pace now, I can move at a turtle’s pace.  I think that can be called progress.  sure am getting tired of sitting though.

Elaine making burgoo This seems to be the only burgoo picture I still have in the media library, and that’s my sis Elaine making about 10 gallons of it last summer.  The point though, is that Mike got some of mine out of the freezer for me today, then got some paper bowls out of the cabinet, so now all I have to do is get a neighbor to come in and heat it up for me so it doesn’t end up in my lap or on the floor before it gets to my mouth.  I never thought I could get tired of chocolate, but when it becomes the only thing on the menu for over a week you start wanting something a bit more substantial.  Same goes with bananas and p-nut butter.  Still want some every day, but do need the extra benefits of a good hot bowl of burgoo.  For the unitiated, burgoo is a very thick — well, not soup, but also not stew.  Made with loving attention by grinding two different meats, cabbage, potatoes, onions, and adding corn and tomatoes plus just the right seasonings — can’t be beat. It’s mostly a regional dish, and the “correct” recipe was passed down from my Aunt Betty Ann’s family, then my sisters took it with them when they moved to Colorado.  Only a couple of places here still make the original recipe though, so I got about 8 gallons last summer and froze most of it for the year.  So glad I didn’t hog it all down at once now that I really need it.

100_2560 Also have some potato soup in the freezer, so when I’ve eaten the burgoo that is thawing now I’ll get out some potato soup.  Hints for everyone out there — you never plan on having accidents like this, but sometimes they happen, so always keep easy to reach, easy to handle food and dishes close for “that” dreaded some day.  Thought I was prepared for any kind of natural disaster, and in a way I guess I am, but sure wasn’t prepared for this kind.  When recovered, my microwave will be moved down one shelf so I can reach it from the chair if necessary.  Paper plates, bowls and plastic cutlery will be placed where they can be reached easily from the chair, and finger foods will be kept in abundance where they can be within reach.  And plastic cups will also be accessible, even though ice cubes will be a challenge.  Water is okay when not so cold though if you are thirsty enough.

Okay, back to one tired finger again, so signing off.

A.

Mostly Photos From The Past


Leo &Betty Ann's house Leo and Betty Ann’s home as I remember it.

tonyangela Tony and me when we lived on Parrish Court in Owensboro.   We had real snow way back then.

Leo's kids, minus Doris Doug, Pat, Phil, Mark and Janet Blandford.  They lived down the drive behind us.  Sorry Doris, you weren’t born yet.  Doug and Ray were usually partners in crime.

Mark and philMark & Phil Mark and Sandy Mark & Sandy Mark and Pat. Mark & Pat Mark and Doug Mark and Doug (scowling) as they are today.

Leo Leo w. Doug and Pat Leo, Doug & Pat Leo and PatLeo and who? Leo Blandford 2 Doug’s son Leo, with wife Sara and twins.

Damien & HildaDamien & Hilda, wedding picture, w. Grandmother & Papa on left, and Mom & Pop Goetz on right.

Vird Vird and Johnnie, with Sheila, Sarah, Sharon and Kathy.  Krista yet to be born.

youngcousins Young cousins.  The tall one has to be Don, and on his left is Shirley, Carol is the blond in front, I think Patty is second from right, so probably Barbara on right, completely lost after that.

TonyTroublemaker Tony.  DSC01964_edited-1 Big Brother Tony with Uncle Vird.  Just goes to show what a difference a few years will do for troublemakers.

shirley and crewThis one is called “Shirley and crew”.  Shirley is in the middle of the back row, Betty is on the left of back row, not too sure about the rest.

Tony Barbara Diane Patty Left to right, Tony, Barbara, Diane and Patty.  Tony and Diane were making their first Communion, Barbara was a flower girl, and Patty was an angel. (still is).

HubertHelenHubert and Helen’s wedding picture.  Patty Hubert Barbara Patty, Hubert, Barbara

Patty Barbara Patty & Barbara  Patty Michael Barbara Patty, Michael, Barbara Paul Michael Ronald Paul, Michael, Ronald Barbara Barbara today.

JoeMaudeMaude and Joe, wedding.  jerrydamienmaryalene Jerry, Damien, Mary, AleeneMaude Donnie Joe In Detroit.  Jerry Julia Nick Jerry, Julia and Nick in 2000.

Donnie Jerry Patty Donnie, Jerry, Patty when they lived in Detroit.

cousins1 1952 family reunion at Vird’s house on Hwy. 81.

Eeanor Eleanor. Eleanor Swanson Later photo of Eleanor.Shelia and Joe 10-21-12 Sheila and JoeLeslie & Sarah Leslie Ann & Sarah.  I don’t have photos of Karen, John, and Tim (?)  You need to come home so I’ll remember your names right.

B0000166 My family, Bernard (dad) Tony, Mary (mom) Steve, Angie, Sylvia, Larry, Ray.  Elaine wasn’t born yet.  Sorry sis.BabyElaineElaine stuffing her face on birthday .Mary's Family Most of us in 2ooo.

Satyr walking Steve Satyr walking Steve in Tulsa. Larry and Marcia 9-11Larry and Marcia near Atlanta. Mark and Amy Christmas  Young Amy and Mark      Mark and Sarah wedding pic Mark and Sarah, wedding day.  New Amy.Amy beautiful niece., .  Grammy & kidz Me, with Anika, Laurie, Ethan, and Andrew, in Frankfort, KY  Mike and Janette Mike and Janette (Mike’s my baby, a Leap Year baby, so now 11 years old)Alan, 2012 Alan, oldest grandson. Faleasha5 Faleasha, beautiful granddaughter taken during her trip to Barcelona Noah with drink Noah, being Noah.  .Gina, Ethan Bill 2013 GO CATS!!! family-211 Don, with his grandson, Camden. family-268 Brothers, Eli and Camden. Elaine making burgoo Elaine, making burgoo at her home near Monument, CO.  And she didn’t even send me some. The Hartle family, minus Jon, 2013 The Hartle family, minus Jon, who is off to college.  Matt is married to Denise, and her sister is in the photo with them.  I’ve posted photos of Ray many times, and that leaves Sylvia and Erin, who refuse to have their pictures taken.

 

 

This series is dedicated to my wonderful Grandmother, and all the fantastic people who have come after her.  I love you all, and don’t you think it’s time for another reunion?

A.

 

 

 

Random Musings


I’ve been fooling around with my computer again.  Now everything is in a different place, my usual Google web page is missing, replaced by Yahoo, I have three,  that’s right, three different virus protection products fighting each other to see which one can control the computer, and in case you haven’t read this before, I HATE THIS COMPUTER!!!!  And for some reason, I seem to have changed my background for my post.  I think.  Not really sure yet, but I guess I’ll find out when I hit “publish”. I should have taken that Mickey Mouse computer course I signed up for in college, instead of reading thru the textbook and dropping the class because I already knew how to turn on the computer.  After taking the first course I could have taken the second one and maybe have learned a few things I didn’t already know how to do.

I’ve found dozens of delicious looking recipes today, but ran out of printer ink, so can’t print them out.  Truth is, I would have to live another two hundred years to make them all, but collecting recipes is one of my hobbies.  Then I take the ones I am really interested in and tweak them a bit and come up with something, uh, interesting?   Most of the time it works, but when I don’t like it myself I can always stick it on a neighbor’s door  and then it will be their problem.  I guess that makes me a wuss of some kind, but there’s always the chance they will enjoy it.  A lot of them have told me I’m a pretty good cook.  And I guess most recipes are born thru experimentation.  If I keep telling myself that some day I might believe it.  Some, like the ketchup, I make over and over, because it’s part of who I am, and it’s a family heritage.

I’ve tried a lot of family recipes, since I have also mentioned that I’m from a family of great cooks.  In 2000 we had a Blandford family reunion, and my daughter decided to put together a family cookbook.  She contacted a member of each family and asked them to spread the word among their immediate family to send her their favorite recipes.Callie and me15 This is my daughter, Gina, taken a couple of years go.  When she was putting the recipe book together, she was also getting to know her twins, Anika and Laurie, who had just been brought home from Romania, and in the middle of moving from Richmond, VA to Frankfort, KY.  She is the ultimate Super Mom.  She not only got the book finished in time for the reunion, she had taken orders from family members and had the book printed and bound, and gave them out at her cost per book at the reunion.  And a lot of people who hadn’t ordered one saw the book and decided they would like to have one after all, so she took names and addresses, got more printed and sent them out when she got back to Frankfort.  It’s just too bad she decided to become vegetarian in college.  Can you believe she even gave up burgoo???  How can any respectable person from Daviess County give up burgoo? BBQ capitol of the world We are the barbecue capital of the world.  And we have the International Barbecue Festival every year to prove it.  And burgoo is ALWAYS featured there, although only two places make the really good kind.  Out of respect to all of the burgoo makers in the area, I won’t mention the Mount or St. Martins.

Don and Norita came to visit today, and I mentioned that I was thinking about piercing my nose and hanging a bucket under it.  Don thought it would be funny, but Norita said “please don’t”.  Guess I won’t, because it actually sounds painful, but it would kinda be trend setting.  Just think how many people I could influence with my new fashion style.  I could get little buckets in several colors to match all my shirts.

Gonna call Mike later to see if he can score some pears for me.  Don said the old pear tree on the farm is still producing and I’m hankering for some pear honey and pear vinegar. Need a bucket of apples too, but no apple trees out there.  And I don’t think I would trust Mikey to bring me persimmons.  His idea of fun would be to bring half-ripe ones that have the pucker power of a millions lemons at once.  And he would probably smuggle in a ‘possum or a raccoon to go with them.  Love the kid, but I don’t think he’ll ever really grow up when it comes to the practical jokes.  And every time he can get one over on mom…..

Well, let’s see what I’ve done with this page, and if I have to do anything to try to fix it.  Or maybe I should just stop trying to fix things.  Tried to fix my power chair by hammering a screwdriver into a spot on it.  Managed to smash my thumb.  Ms Fixit I’m not.  Most of the time.  I do know how to change a lightbulb if I can reach it though.

A.

Making Ketchup


100_2504 I have an actual recipe for this.  See?  It even has stains on it that show how much it has been used.  My mom has been making this all my life I think.  She got the recipe from my Aunt Lucille Goetz, so I consider it family heirloom recipe.

I made mini meatloafs and collard greens a few days ago, and am still enjoying them, but have been using store bought ketchup, since I ran out of the homemade kind.  It just doesn’t do it for me — the store-bought kind, I mean.  So…100_2502 100_2503 my crock pot is in use again tonight, making ketchup for the rest of my meatloaf.  Hopefully, by morning this will all have reduced by one half, into the wonderful ketchup I love and enjoy so much.  And hopefully I’ll be able to can a couple of extra jars this time so I won’t run out so fast.  The last time I made it I had to cut the recipe in half because I didn’t have any empty jars to can the extra in, but now I just happen to have a couple or four, so I can make the full recipe.

Well, I call it the full recipe, but actually, mom cut down the full recipe to one gallon of tomato juice, instead of the five gallons we used to use back in the day.  And since I can’t stand at the stove stirring the way I usta, I now stick it in the crock pot, so I don’t have to stir it at all, unless I want to.  But since I make it at night now, I usually sleep thru it, and if I’m lucky I can smell it when I wake up in the morning.  Life without a sense of smell kinda sucks at times, but I can live with it.  We all have to live with some kind of stuff, so I guess we all learn to adapt.  No matter what the problem, it could be a lot worse.

The ketchup reminded me of a Sunday dinner when I was a kid, and mom had fixed roast with all the trimmings.  Something she made required ketchup, but I don’t remember what it was.  Maybe she made meatloaf instead of the roast.  Anyway, we had mashed potatoes with it, and my uncle was visiting for dinner.  Since it was the homemade ketchup, mom had to find something to put it in instead of plopping the jar on the table, so she found a gravy boat that we seldom used.  My uncle, thinking it was gravy, poured a huge amount over his mashed potatoes, before any of us could warn him that it was ketchup.  Mom tried to talk him in to letting her get him another plate, but he insisted it was okay, he liked the ketchup.  He then ate the entire helping of ketchup covered mashed potatoes, and told mom they were delicious.  I have kinda wondered since then…..

Autumn love Since it’s Autumn, I just wanted to share this lovely photo of a local market where they have fall produce on display.  I’m still hoping to get some pumpkins for all of the pumpkin recipes I’ve been downloading lately.  Pumpkin is one of my favorite flavors, especially this time of year.  I could eat my weight in pumpkin pie, but then I would have to just keep on eating as my weight kept increasing until I eventually just blew up.  I guess it would be correct to say, I love pumpkin pie.  And of course, my mom has the best recipe for that also.  Since all of her recipes are handed down thru family members, I guess it would be safe to say that when I cook anything according to a recipe, I’m carrying on a Blandford or Goetz tradition.  And even when I tweak one of the recipes because I don’t have all the ingredients called for, it’s still the same tradition.

It would be nice if I could say my daughter is carrying on that tradition, but she is a vegetarian, so out go all the meats, chicken and fish.  She does eat cheese, so our mac and cheese is still almost safe, except for some of her additions.  Gritty chickpeas, which I am not a fan of, tofu — ditto.  She once told me I should become vegetarian, and I told her when she gets her dad to start eating tofu I would become vegan. She admitted defeat instantly, because we both know he will be a meat and potatoes man the rest of his life.  I can go with veggies and meatless meals, and do quite often, but I could never completely give up meat.  How can anyone from Daviess County live without burgoo?  She grew up eating burgoo.  Where did I go wrong?  Unfortunately, I know what happened.  We let her go to UK to college.  When she left home she decided to stop eating meat.  So, Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Vegetarians.  Willie almost had it right.

A.