Monthly Archives: November 2011

On small business saturday

I will do what I normally do, shop at small local businesses. Just because American Express has sponsored the day doesn’t change what a lot of us think everyday…support local small businesses.

Another christmas present

When I went to buy my sausage from Bramble Hollow Farm at the Tuesday Farmer’s Market Anna told me my sister, Shelley, set it up for me to get my order as my Christmas present. How great is that?!?

Fits perfectly! No seriously, it filled up the chest freezer! We got some chorizo, garlic bratwurts, breakfast links, bulk sausage and sweet Italian sausage.

CSA Tuesday (3rd from the last)

It’s winding down, the csa is almost over for the season. We got sweet potatoes, celery, chard, garlic and kale. Oh yes, and we did get some beets, but I really don’t know what to do them.

Filed Under: CSA

My daughter thinks I can do anything

Madigan’s class is doing a Little House on the Prairie feast. When the teacher mentioned the list of food the kids could bring, green bean casserole, corn, mashed potatoes. The kids have to write a story about the making of the food and the recipe. Madigan volunteered me to make bread…from scratch. So as I do laundry and wait for my bread to rise, my mind keeps going back the thought that my daughter thinks I can do anything, make anything and help her with anything.

Oh it won’t last, and one day I won’t be able to do anything right, make anything good or help her at all. But for now, in my daughter’s eyes, I can do anything.

ED: This is how they turned out.

It’s time

time to accept that my meals will go from 90 to 100 percent local to 50 or less. I can stay committed to the local beef, pork, chicken, milk and butter but I need more than root veggies. This means it’s time, time to start buying more frozen and canned veggies at the store. Time to realize that we have to do what we can to eat a balanced meal and not just meat and potatoes because we can get it locally. It’s sad, and I look forward to what spring will bring, but it’s time. I hope my Kroger card still works.

My gramma

Madigan has been noodling around on Ancestry.com trying to build her family tree. And just the mention of my grandmother makes me want to cook. She was the mother of 9 kids, married to my grandfather till her last day and she never learned to drive. I would visit her alot, she was a great woman, I loved her so much. I was never to busy to come over and play rummy with her. She always had an unabridged oxford dictionary on the table, so she could work the crossword puzzles. She would tell us stories about when she was younger and played baseball when all the men were off fighting the war. She would always mention getting cracked in the head with a bat and how she didn’t have a glove one time and caught a hard ball going to fast that tore the skin between her fingers. I loved hearing her stories, she talked about when they owned a restaurant in Steator, she would cook the food at home and would walk it to the restaurant in a kiddie wagon. If you were family she loved you unconditionally, if you hurt one of her kids, it was over. She had 6 boys, some who were more wild than the others, if any of them challenged her she would say “You’ll never be bigger than me with a baseball bat in my hand.” She cooked all the time. I doubt my grandfather ever had a cold breakfast ever. We would go over there and have dinner on sunday. She was never lazy about it. I would stop by whenever, and while we were playing double solitaire or watching the Price is Right she would ask me if I wanted a piece of pie. The answer was always yes, she would pop into the kitchen, then a few minutes later she would come back and say it’ll be ready in 20 minutes. Where in the world could you go, right now and have that? She had a couple dozen grandkids, and she would always remember what your favorite food was. If I was coming over it would be haluski. Her life was her family, and when we were all around she was happiest. I have been saying that I was going to learn to make lokshe, something my grandmother would make, a HUGE batch, we would have it on special occasions, holiday’s and stuff, then she would save the leftovers for Shelley or Aunt Dee for when they came over cause it was their favorite. Every night when I am cooking and the water to too hot to do the dishes or I say ouch when I pull the garlic bread out of the oven without using a mitt I think about my gramma. That woman could reach into a pot of boiling water and pull out a penny and not a peep out of her. She was one tough lady with very tough hands.