Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Saturday, May 29, 2010
We have one single extra bed in our little house. My son called last night and said "Hi! Can we come up for the weekend?" We said. "Are you kidding? Of course. Drive carefully and we'll see you in a couple of hours.."
Then I looked around at the sleeping arrangements. When they got here, this is how it went...
The Bean , his parents and Little Bean arrived late last evening. My daughter-in-law got the twin bed and Little Bean went on the floor next to his Mommy. The Bean started out in our bed and ended up on the sofa in the living room. My son slept on an Aero Bed on the living room floor. Noni and Papa got to sleep in their own bed with the door shut. Cutter's crate went into our room and Carl slept in his crate, behind the sofa. IT ALL WORKED OUT JUST GREAT! Everyone slept through the night.
In the morning we piled all the bedding , toys, stuffed animals, shoes, socks and books on the single bed to avoid the Corgi patrol that was looking for things to chew on.
In the morning The Bean went out to investigate the farm...
He had a conversation with the goats, took his Dad to the vegetable garden, checked out the new chickens and looked for eggs. Then he came in and showed me a new game that he plays on his dads IPhone. Carl didn't seem too interested and Cutter just wanted to play.
The Bean brought his silly brother with him. Little Bean was in rare form. He inspected the garden, smelled the flowers and when he saw the tomato plant in the planter, he proceeded to explain to me in his 3 yr' old, animated, diction that his 'mato plants were bigger and had "liddol" tiny green 'matos on them. "Where are your 'matos Noni?" I explained that it was colder up here in the foothills and we planted later, etc, etc ,etc... but he was already off to look at something else. Back inside the house he found his "railroad man" hat and started to turn it around backwards. I said "Hey dude, where's the train?" and I started laughing....then he started laughing and being silly... and I got the best photos of the day.
We are having such a good time. These boys are so full of energy it's mind boggling. They are all over the place and into everything. They want to do this and try that. I have to sit on their enthusiasm once in a while. It's like having a couple of small tornadoes inside the house. Carl and Cutter love it. They are running around with the boys, sitting with them and watching them all the time. I thought that Corgis were not suppose to be good with children but these two are having a great time. They love having short little people to run around with.
The weekend is all about the Bambinos. Got to go.....
Friday, May 28, 2010
I think my husband is in love with another woman. Even though she is older than me I'm beginning to worry.
He took me to meet her yesterday. I've known about her for weeks, but I finally got to see her in person and I have to say....I think I'm in trouble.
SHE is a 1938 Chevrolet Master Deluxe and I think she is in better shape than I am. Other than some rusty places (I have several myself) and a few minor age related injuries she's in very good condition.
I was so against this whole relationship. I was not being very accepting of this usurper, this lovely blond vision of long ago . But... she's beautiful and I was kind of taken by her myself.
We went across the highway and had breakfast for lunch at Frank's Cafe. I could feel the thoughts of her floating across the road. The Prospector talked about her with a lilt in his voice... how beautiful she would look after he spent some money on her. But I'm seeing thousands and thousands of dollars floating through the sky like the big vultures that look for road kill along our roads and I start thinking of all the things we need to do around the farm. More gravel for the road, the house painting before Fall, new rug for the living room..., the potting shed I've always wanted.... GULP!
All is lost if someone else doesn't come along and take this woman before my husband does. The blatant disregard for our relationship is evident when he lies down and checks her brakes and shocks. Oh lord! What I'm I going to do?
I may have to get down and dirty. I may have to pull her spark plugs.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I think I have told you before that my mother added grated orange peel to everything. If you enlarge this first photo you will see that I have provided proof, in her own handwriting, that she loved to add orange zest to just about every recipe.
So, I have this one orange sitting on my counter. It's the last orange, of a bag of oranges, that I brought back from my sister's house. She has a very productive Orange tree that I lust for. This is a very important orange because I won't be going down to her home for a while and I want to do something special with it. It's juicy, sweet and the rind smells heavenly. I do not want to waste any of it.
I have finally decided to make Mom's Orange Buttermilk Sherbet. I was into making ice cream anyway this week, so I thought that this recipe would be a good one and I could fully utilize this beautiful and last remaining orange.
ORANGE BUTTERMILK SHERBET
Combine in a bowl: ( or a sauce pan if you're heating it. )
1 1/2 tsp. grated orange peel
1 1/2 C. sugar
1/4 tsp. salt
Then add the juice of one lg. orange (no need to strain the juice.) and 2 tsp. of lemon juice.
I like to heat this whole mixture in a small sauce pan until the sugar is totally dissolved (maybe 1 or 2 mins.). Do not let it boil. Then let it cool a bit. (You don't have to heat the mixture but I think it makes the sugar blend better.)
Gradually add: 2 C. Buttermilk and 2 C. Low fat milk. ( I used 2 C. of store bought GOAT milk in place of the low fat milk...of course. I happened to have some handy and wanted to see what it would taste like.)
Then stir well and pour into a flat pan, cover and put it in the freezer.
Periodically lift with a fork and stir. I use a potato masher to beat the mixture and mix it around well. Do this every 1/2 hour or so until the sherbet is frozen. Be relentless. You can't hurt it. When completely frozen, sort of fluffy, and it looks like something you could eat... beat again and spoon into a bowl or ice cream container (like the old Tupperware ice cream holder that keeps ice cream really fresh) or anything with a lid. Don't pack it down too much.
It doesn't take long. I started around lunchtime and we ate it after dinner with a slice of Nut torte. Oh my, it was good.
This is Orange Buttermilk Sherbet made with goat milk and it's delicious. Great texture, wonderful flavor and it's beautiful with it's little flecks of orange rind smiling at you as you consume this delectable dessert. It's smooth, cold and delights the palate. ( How's that for a food review Chef E?) My mom would be proud.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Cutter baby is doing just fine. He took his first big walk with us down the hill and back (well, half way down...). His area of operation is healing well and he has an older and wiser look about him. We are still keeping him in the pen a lot because he and Carl want to play roughhouse too much and get really carried away with the wrestling and tackling. So "Cutterbutt"( I love making nicknames for him) is on light duty for a few more days. Just wanted all of you to know that the baby dude is OK.
Guess what I made this weekend? GOAT MILK ICE CREAM. It's so easy it's mind boggling. I haven't gone to the goat farm for fresh goat milk yet. I don't want to until I get the cheese making supplies I sent away for. So, I went to the store and bought a quart of pasteurized goat milk and proceeded to make honey vanilla ice cream that, I believe, rivals Haagen Dazs Honey-Vanilla Bee ice cream. I think that's the name of it. This Haagen Dazs ice cream is and will be my friend C's very favorite "store bought".... until she tries my version. Yes, C., it's every bit as good as Haagen Dazs and is , if I figured the finances of it right, half the cost.
All you do is mix a quart of goats milk( I used regular, not low fat.) and a cup of honey and 2 tablespoons of vanilla extract together.
I don't have an ice cream maker, but you could use one. I poured the mixture into a 9x12 cake pan and covered it with some press and seal wrap and popped it into the freezer.
Every hour or so I would pulled it out and break it up with a fork and a potato masher until it was mixed well and then I would return it to the freezer. .., and by dinnertime we had the best ice cream ever. I think you could use less honey and vanilla. The combination of this amount was very strong... but delicious. I think I would try smaller amounts next time. Try these amounts first and decide for yourselves.
The next day I added some fresh strawberries mashed up and mixed into the ice cream. OMG! It's so good.
This is a small helping of the Goat Milk ice cream for you. Help yourself. Enjoy! Bon Appetit!!
P.S. Goat milk has an aftertaste that I really notice when I drink the milk by itself. I don't really care for this thick, residual taste.. but this ice cream doesn't.