Sunday, March 3, 2019

I've got a hankerin'...

Old Fashioned Stewed Taters

Seriously, is there anything more comforting than Stewed Potatoes?

If you were raised in the South or if you were just raised by a transplanted Southern Mama, you grew up eating stewed potatoes at least a couple of times a month, if not every week. 
And since my oldest sister Sue looved her some potatoes for dinner, we had  potatoes in just about any shape or form, for most meals.  I'm not real big on potatoes myself, but this recipe was definitely my favorite way to eat them. After I married, I had to ask my Mama how to make them, because my "then husband" kept asking for stewed taters, but we were always disappointed with the results.  
With this recipe, and with my Mama's patient help, I finally perfected her Old Fashioned Stewed Taters.

  • 6-8 large potatoes (peeled and cubed, about 1-inch cubes)
  • salt and pepper
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 2 tablespoons flour
  • ½ cup water
  • ½ cup milk
  • 3 tablespoons butter
  1. Peel and cube the potatoes, put in a medium pot and fill with water until it's about 2 inches above potatoes.
  2. Bring to a boil (just cook the potatoes until they're fork tender, but not falling apart.)
  3. After the potatoes are done, keep them in the same water you cooked them in and reduce to a low heat. (or you can pour off most - but not all - of the water like I do, because I usually use added milk for extra richness)
  4. Put the flour and half cup of milk in a measuring cup or bowl and blend with a whisk until the flour is dissolved.
  5. Stirring constantly, but carefully, add the dissolved flour and water into the pot with the potatoes and water. Allow a few minutes to cook on simmer so that it can thicken.
  6. Add more flour if you want it thicker, or a little more water or milk, if you want it thinner.
  7. Add a good chunk of butter, some salt and pepper,  or you can use bacon grease instead of butter, if you like them that way. 
  8. Season to taste, and enjoy!


Sunday, February 24, 2019

Happy Birthday to my Etchy June...


I was sitting outside this morning with my first cup of coffee for the day, thinking of my youngest sister celebrating her 1st birthday in Heaven today. 
She would have / should have, been 63 today.

So I was talking to God like I always do in the early mornings, and I asked him to tell my sister Leslie, that I was thinking of her on her birthday. 
When we were little, I could never say "Leslie June", so the best I could do was call her 
"Etchy June".
 And "Etchy June" is what she remained to me, for all of her life - up until her death in May of last year.

Suddenly, I was treated to 7-10 beautiful Cardinals feeding right in front of me! (they were hard to count, because they kept kept hopping and moving around!) 

 If Cardinals are visitors from Heaven like the old-timers say, then I was truly blessed with a visit this morning!! Instead of gifting my baby sister Leslie on her birthday.... 
I think she was gifting me.

Happy Birthday to my baby sister...

Friday, February 8, 2019

Up The Holler

Up The Holler

After far too many days of freezing temperatures keeping me from going outside, we've finally warmed up today!  I think Dan said that we're up to almost 47° right now, which means it's warmed up 25 ° since I got up this morning!

It's lovely outside right now, so I decided to head  up the road across from our house, and do some exploring up the holler leading up to Miz Elizabeths old house up on the hill.
Nobody lives there anymore, because the house is falling apart, but it's one of my favorite places to just sit and soak up the peace and quiet, and the natural beauty.

I headed out without taking my gun, so I decided that I wouldn't go too far up the holler... because running into feral hogs is not the best way to start your day out right.
More than likely,  you'll end up finishing your day - permanently.
Hogs are not our friends.

Everything is still pretty bare up that way, but I find that it's breathtakingly beautiful, just the same.
Or maybe it's because of that
God's beauty is wondrous, isn't it?


Thursday, January 31, 2019

We got this!

I've missed blogging.
I mean I've seriously missed it.
It was deeply satisfying to me, and it was "my" thing for so many years.

Some folks can do all sorts of lovely talented things.....  
they can knit or crochet up a storm... 
they cook wonderful things to eat... 
 they paint beautiful paintings...
 they putter in their gardens... 
 they can sew fantastic quilts 
Or they even make adorable tutu's for their piggies or chickens.

I always loved being able to put my thoughts down in writing.
And, on the plus side, it's somewhat more  "socially acceptable" to blog  random thoughts, 
 Rather than to be caught muttering to oneself.
In the wrong circumstance, that can be not only deeply embarrassing, but it does get one some funny looks, as well.

But if you're a blogger and you're caught muttering to yourself, you can just brightly say:

"Oh, I am  sooo sorry!   I was just trying to work out what I planned on writing about.  You know... on my BLOG.  I really didn't mean to be talking out loud".

And off they go, hopefully semi-convinced that you're you're simply an undiscovered aspiring writer...

And not just some complete nutter.

So, my dear friend Connie and I have now made a pact, that we will encourage one another to write, and that we'll both be more diligent about posting.

I'll do my best,  Connie.

Please head over and check her out at:

Do YOU blog, or do you have favorite blogs that you follow?
Please leave the names or links in the comments.

We can all use some encouragement, girlfriend.


Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

The Girls are back in production mode!

For several months now, my chickens have been less than forthcoming, when it comes to 
"gOOgle production". 
(That's egg production, for you non chicken-obsessed folks.)

Between  them molting, and then the cold, cold weather, no one has seen the need to actually earn their keep around here.

We went months with no one laying, and quite frankly, I was getting sick and tired of cooking them a lovely warm breakfast...
 day after day ...   
and then getting nothing in return.

I was actually at the point to where I was printing out, and compiling tasty chicken recipes, and I even considered contacting Colonel Sanders for his secret recipe.
I was  just planning on just getting some new, more prolific, girls in the spring.

Oh, in the last few weeks, we have gotten an odd egg here or there, but never enough for breakfast for the two of us, and never with any regularity. 

So,  tonight.... as I was doing the washing up after dinner, I happened to look down at the chicken yard, because I heard them making a horrible cackling ruckus.... and I noticed that the door to the coop had blown closed.


They're probably all stuck outside their coop in this cold sleet and snow with no shelter, and they're probably half  frozen to death.
 I'm hearing their death throes - I'm sure of it.

I'm hearing them singing their final "swan song", so to speak.
 I sigh mightily... and tell myself that I had better go down and check on what kind of damage has been done.

So I bundle up in my heaviest jacket, my sturdy chook-poop-proof shoes, a scarf wound 'round and 'round  my nose and neck, and my thickest, warmest, and loveliest woolly red gloves.

Because I  really, really, don't want to feel their cold, stiff, lifeless little bodies with my un-gloved hands,  and they do deserve to be carried to their final resting place, with lovely woolly red gloves.

BUT... what a surprise!

They've redeemed themselves!
In spades!

We're down to 10 girls now,
(we had 11, until my sweet little Brehenda Lee went to that great "chicken coop in the sky" week before last)
 and out of the 10 girls we have left, we actually got 7 eggs today!

You've heard of "lucky ducks"?
My girls have no idea, how close they actually were, to becoming  Colonel Sanders style chickens.

Now I'm thinking that we might have a lovely Spinach and Swiss cheese Quiche for dinner tomorrow night.

I'll cancel the call to Colonel Sanders...

Monday, January 28, 2019

Signs of Spring

  I see signs of spring!

Yes, the signs of spring are out there, even though we're currently being threatened with temperatures in the mid to high teens, as well as the possibility of snow, in just the next few days.
To that, I say ...

I guess that the burgeoning beauty  that I came across, in today's rambling around our property, will have to keep my heart and mind focused on the good times yet to come.  
If I can convince my old, cold, aching joints and body to take heed, anyway.

Our new peach trees are beginning to bud out, and so are the many blueberry bushes that we planted 
"top-side" last year... and I just hope they can survive this latest "snow threat".  

And my daffodils that are naturalized all over the hillsides?  I went out to check the biggest area of them today - the hillside just off the lower driveway, and the area closest to the house  - and just look at what I found!

I guess my husband decided that the old, crumbling, full of nails plywood and particle board from replacing the garage roof last year.  would work as a real good  "weed deterrent".
This area is usually just jam-packed with decades and decades worth of naturalized daffodils  -  and  all sorts of varieties. too...

 So, I can see that I'm going to have to get out there very shortly, and get that nasty eyesore of a "weed deterrent" removed as soon as possible!
I just can't understand his reasoning... can you?

"Weeds are unsightly, dear - so let's just throw down a bunch of nasty old disintegrating  rusty nail filled plywood on that hillside, so we won't have to see the weeds anymore , and we'll ruin the view, in one fell swoop!"

And I also guess that this means that I don't get out of the house or off the property. often enough, either.
Now this is only 20 or so feet from the road that runs past our house, and I'm just now seeing it?
Lawd have mercy on me...
 and I sincerely apologize to any and all of the neighbors who have driven past, wondering "what the heck are those new folks doing??"

I did manage to get some other photos taken of  one of the peach trees and the blueberry bushes starting to bloom, 
(the ones closest to the house anyway , because we planted a bunch of trees last summer and  fall) 
I'm not sure if  it was because it's so danged cold out there,  or maybe because I was so frazzled by seeing that "messy eyesore"...
 but my hands were shaking, as I was trying to focus the camera, and they're probably blurry, or out of focus.

Let's go see,  shall we?

AHA!  They did turn out!

This is one of the 2 peach trees that we planted up top here, last year..

Just look at that tiny little peach tree leaf, trying it's best, to unfurl!
It makes me feel joyful!

And this.... this is one of the 4 or 5 blueberry bushes that we've planted in the front yard...  


And look here!....I still have some Daffodils!

It may still be bitterly cold out there, but things are starting to wake up all around us...
And they give me hope of warmer days to come!

 “The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.”
  ~ Gertrude S. Wister ~


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