Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I just knew it!

Yesterday I just knew I had to make barley soup....it was a deep rooted need I didn't understand. Well, I did make it. And it was wonderful. My husband requested an IV . . .he said it was that good! So, I'm feeling somewhat triumphant today. This is the soup (with a slice of homemade wheat bread, which is another favorite around here). I'll work on posting the recipe.

I'm not feeling as triumphant over the weather. Lately I have been bundling up and going out . . .even though the weather is less than ideal. What a feeling to finally beat the weather! Well, today is downright nasty. Side-blowing rain. Cold and miserable. So, today I am staying inside. Cooper was supposed to be outside guarding the chickens, but then it started to rain sideways so he voted otherwise. And since I am inside, and have the time, I am cooking. My mission now is to work through the stash in my freezer. Today I'm working on turkey meatloaf . . .with reclaimed breadcrumbs. And for dessert . . .
frozen zucchini, soon to be butterscotch zucchini bars. Yummm!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

A Good Kind of Tired


This is what 'the spot' looked like when my day started . . . .I spent the day fetching, transporting and then planting ten 30 year old blueberry bushes. Now I can check off one more fulfilled compulsion. What is it with me and my ridiculous farming compulsions anyway?! At least this one was cheaper than the greenhouse is going to be.

I was too tired to take an 'after' picture so that will have to wait until tomorrow (yes, I really was THAT tired).

I am sore, dirty, hungry and tired tonight, but it is so satisfying knowing that it was energy expended toward something productive. Of course, now that I have 10 in the ground I am just certain that I need another 20 or so.
And I am so exhausted that I don't want to cook. What a waste . . .because we all know how good food tastes when we are really hungry, right? Well, wouldn't it be nice to have your own cooking taste THAT good? I wonder why it is that food always tastes better when someone else makes it, especially after a day of manual labor. Wait . . . that gives me an idea . . .maybe the next time I have dinner guests I'll run them ragged first--flat out exhaust them--and then feed them . . .they will LOVE my food that way. Hmmmm. I have to give this some serious thought.