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



It Started With A Frittata

Last night I was reading Therapy Bread, by Jess, and she was giving the recipe for a frittata she had made.  I had been thinking all day about frittatas, so naturally, I just had to make one today.  Also, a friend from downstairs brought me a bag of jalepenos that I wanted to start using.  And then there was the spaghetti squash in the fridge I hadn’t used yet. Soooo…100_2507 I cut the squash up and stuck it in the oven to roast.  At the time I really needed a power saw, because that sucker was really tough to cut open.  Took a lot out of me just to jam my knife through it.  Fortunately all my fingers are still intact, but one of them was nicked just a bit.

While the squash was roasting, I got out a plasti bowl to hold the strands of squash after it was shredded, and guess what?  Sometimes plastic breaks. 100_2506 Just a small train wreck, but I really liked that bowl.  It was the perfect size for holding almost everything I made.  Oh, well, guess it’s time was up today.

100_2509 Fried my bacon pieces first, then threw all of the chopped veggies in the NON-stick pan with the tasty bacon drippin’s to soften them up.  Then beat the eggs, some buttermilk, added Italian blend and Feta cheese, and some of the shredded squash, and cooked til set on the bottom, then put in the oven to finish off, and the outcome was delicious. 100_2510 It slid right out onto the plate, and tasted so good it made me want to slap my — well, nothing actually.  I live alone, so there was no one here to slap except myself, and I didn’t want to do that.

So…almost as soon as I finished my brunch, an announcement came over the PA system telling us some high school kids from Apollo were in the Activities room selling barbecue chickens.  We all know how I feel about barbecue chickens, so I grabbed the walker and went down to get one, and decided to pick up the mail while I was there.  Hadn’t checked my mail for a few days, because of my darn sinuses, so the box was full, but when I got back home and opened the box of chicken, oooo, how beautiful.100_2513Naturally, I had to taste it, just to make sure it met my standards.  Not the Blandford type, but still okay.  I’ll keep it, and find a use for it, like stuffing my mouth with it.  Some will be shredded for tacos, or salad, or one of hundreds of recipes I have for chicken, but I’ll definitely eat all of the skin.  I know, that’s where the bad stuff is, but that’s also where the flavor is.

While I was down there I also ran into a clown.  It’s a bit early to be dressing up for Halloween, but there she was. 100_2512 She actually lived directly above me, and was telling me about how she lost her nose when she first went down.  One of the guys down there chased it down for her and brought it back.  I got another photo of her giving the peace sign with the gloves on, but it didn’t show up as well, so she slipped her fingers out and gave it without the gloves.  I promise, those are her first two fingers.   She would never flip anyone the bird.