Morning Chores

Work on the farm starts early, before the day heats up. 

So early that Little Sister went out in her pajamas to help Daddy-O with his chores.

 First, they deadheaded the daisies.

Next they picked apples. 

We have a deal with the deer that wander through here at night. 

The deer get to eat all the apples that are low hanging. 

And Daddy-O gets to pick whatever is left up high.

Daddy-O and granddaughter worked a long time 

and picked all the apples they could reach.

Then Little Sister hitched a ride to the back yard in the wheelbarrow.

They brought me a basket full of apples. 

Red ones from one tree. Green apples from the other tree.

My own part in this venture was to use the apples.

First was an apple pie. 

I need to use the rest of them soon.

I'm kind of glad the deer ate half of the apples.

But tonight we enjoyed the pie. With ice cream.

APPLE PIE

6 cups thinly sliced apples (6-8 medium apples)

3/4 cups sugar

2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

3/4 teaspoons cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/8 teaspoon nutmeg

1 tablespoon lemon juice

pie crust for double crust (I used refrigerated pie crust)

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Place one pie crust in an ungreased 9-inch glass pie plate. Press firmly against sides and bottom.

In a large bowl, gently mix filling ingredients. Spoon into pie crust, mounding slightly. Top with second crust. Wrap top crust edge under bottom crust edge, pressing to seal. Flute edge. Cut slits in top crust.

Bake 40-45 minutes or until apples are tender and crust is golden brown Cover edge of pie crust with strips of foil after 15-20 minutes of baking to keep edges from over-browning. 

Cool for 2 to 3 hours before serving. 

Little Sister truly enjoyed the "fruits of her labor."

Baby Girl just wasn't interested in pie or apple picking at all.

Find It Fast

We have a recipe index now!

If you haven't found the new index (see the red arrow?) already, I just wanted to let you know that all of the recipes I've posted on this blog over the last four years can now be easily found. I have been using this blog as my "recipe box" for quite some time and even I had trouble locating a recipe I wanted. I could remember posting it, but it would take some searching to find it.

Now, you can just click on the recipe tab at the top of the blog and find a list of all the recipe titles from this blog. The link will take you to the blog post with that recipe. You might find recipes from years ago that you may not have seen. 

I love that I can be in the grocery store and easily find a recipe to check ingredients while I'm shopping. I hope you will find it useful also. 

But I am not getting rid of my trusty old recipe box. Yet.

Maybe some of the recipes in the box will find their way to the blog at some point. 

Patty Cake, Patty Cake

The couple of local restaurants we frequent probably wonder if we've moved. Or died. With a three-year-old and a three-month-old here all summer, it has been infinitely easier to cook supper than to go out to eat. Getting there is production in itself and then we need eat in a hurry, in hopes that we finish before the baby cries. 

I've cooked a lot of suppers in the last two months. A whole lot. But somehow I managed to forget about this one. When our two girls were growing up, this was one of the rare things they both loved. And in Mommy's household, it's the same way. It is one of the very favorite things she makes. Her husband says it tastes like the ones his grandmother used to make. That is high praise.

Daughter Jessica also makes the same recipe but says she figured out her friends liked it only if she said she was making "salmon cakes." The word "patty" seems to bother the city crowd. We are not that fancy on the farm. You can call them patties or cakes. They are delicious with either name!

It is easy to keep a can of salmon in the pantry for those days when you're out of nearly everything. Like I was today. When I spied the can of salmon, I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't have to make another trip to the store this afternoon. 

 SALMON PATTIES

1 (14.75-oz.) can of pink salmon (my mother called it a "tall can")
1 egg
2/3 cup Bisquick
2 tablespoons of minced onion (optional)
cooking oil (canola, corn, or peanut, etc.)

Pour salmon and liquid into mixing bowl. Remove the round bones (and I like to remove most of the skin, too.) Stir in the remaining ingredients. Let sit a few minutes while oil in heating.

Heat about a 1/2 inch of oil in a skillet. Spoon salmon mixture into medium-hot oil and shape into patties. Let brown on one side, then carefully turn over and brown the other side. Remove to paper towels to drain.

Makes 8 salmon patties


We like this with mashed potatoes, English peas and cole slaw. Today I made cucumber salad instead of slaw since we have fresh cucumbers in our garden.

I knew Little Sister really loved this. She watched me take the platter full of salmon patties from the warming drawer and asked with a big smile on her face, eyes wide in anticipation, "Is that my plate?"

I will tell you that both of my daughters have discovered small cans of boneless, skinless salmon. It takes three cans to equal the "tall" can that I use. I don't particularly mind putting my hands into the salmon to remove the bones and such. But if that bothers you, you can buy the kind they do.

What Love Sounds Like

A very tired Mommy had fallen asleep while getting Little Sister down for a nap. Little Sister was a little cranky this afternoon.

Baby Girl was not happy either. It was that kind of day. I rocked and bounced Baby Girl for a couple of hours. She was having tummy troubles and constantly wriggled and squirmed and then cried some more. She spit up a little on my shoulder. I rocked and patted some more. She was finding no comfort with me today. Then she spit up a lot, this time soaking my shirt and pants. I changed her bib. Changed her clothes. And she still couldn't get settled.

Daddy-O came in from a funeral and sat down to talk for a few minutes. Then I realized that I was a mess. I never got to change my own clothes. I was happy to let Mommy get a nap. That's what grandmothers do. But I was tired. I was damp and I was sticky. I told him, "I'm sorry. I smell bad."

He smiled and said, "That's what love smells like."

Then he said, "Here, let me have her for a while."

That's what love sounds like.

Supper's In The Oven

Getting supper on the table every night has been a challenge this summer. Cooking with an almost four-year-old's helping hands means it's hard to do anything quickly. So I am sticking with easy recipes. I looked through my own blog and found several recipes I had completely forgotten about. I was surprised at how many good recipes I have collected over the years. I need to go back through all of them.

Tonight I made fajitas--the easy way. There is a Mexican restaurant in town, but loading up a preschooler, a baby, and all the stuff a baby requires is work. It was easier to eat here. Maybe not as authentic, but delicious none the less!

OVEN BAKED FAJITA

1 lb. boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into thin strips (cut against "the grain)

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

2 teaspoons chili powder

1-1/2 teaspoons cumin

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

1/2 teaspoon dried oregano

1/4 teaspoon seasoned salt

1 (10-oz) can diced tomatoes with green chilies (I used Rotel Mild)

1 medium onion, cut into thin strips

1/2 red bell pepper, cut into thin strips

1/2 green bell pepper, cut into thin strips

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Place chicken strips in a greased 9x13-inch baking dish.

In a small bowl (I used a custard cup) combine the oil, chili powder, cumin, garlic powder, orgegano and salt. Drizzle the spice mixture over the chicken and stir to coat. Add the undrained tomatoes, peppers and onions to the dish. Stir to combine.

Bake, uncovered, for 25-30 minutes, or until chicken is cooked through and the vegetables are tender. Stir about halfway through the cooking time.

We folded this up into whole wheat tortillas, with sour cream, lettuce, cheese and salsa. This time I used thin-sliced breasts. It works with regular or thin-sliced but I do think I liked the thinner ones best.

Our summer is beginning to wind down and we adding in a few extra activities before the children (big and little) head back home. Yesterday we went to the zoo. Little Sister said she loved the monkeys and the zebras best. Baby Girl mostly enjoyed her ride in the stroller. 

And Little Sister is taking swimming lessons, too. Her Aunt Jessica has just been certified as a SCUBA diver. Little Sister's challenge is learning to put her head underwater. Baby Girl's water activity is all in the baby bathtub. Big Sister called from camp this morning. She says it is so fabulous that she wants to stay forever! Now I know she will be glad to see everyone in another week, but I am happy that she is having such a good time.

Sunday Afternoon On The Farm

Sunday afternoons on the farm are usually a lazy time for us. Naps are nearly a requirement. (I took mine on the screened porch, under the ceiling fan.) But after the naps, Daddy-O offered to take Little Sister on a jeep ride. Through the bumpy pasture to check on farm equipment, on past the pond, and beside the fences to make sure there were no breaks, with a pause for the raccoon family that scampered to the woods just ahead of us. Then he asked her where she wanted to go. "To the creek!!!" was her instant reply.

So, to the creek he went—to the creek where Little Sister's great-great-grandfather waded many long years ago. To the same creek where that great-great-grandfather took his house full of young children to play. One of those boys was Little Sister's great-grandfather. And of course, Daddy-O also played here when he was growing up.

And then he brought our girls here to wade when they were small. So Little Sister is the 5th generation to spend a hot summer afternoon cooling off in this creek that runs through the farm. I can only imagine that those young boys got more than their feet wet!

Bare feet in the cold water and squishy sand. It was a true summer treat for Little Sister—but not nearly the treat that it was for Daddy-O to share this family tradition with his constant companion. 

And one more summer treat from this weekend was the peach cobbler that Mommy made. There were peach orchards are around us for years and we could pick our own, but then "progress" came and farming patterns changed. We now usually buy peaches at the grocery store. They still make a good cobbler. 

This is the recipe we've used for years. Just follow the directions exactly.

PEACH COBBLER

3-4 cups of sliced fresh peaches

1 ½ cups sugar, divided

¾ cup plain flour

2 tsp. baking powder

Pinch of salt

¾ cup milk

1 stick butter

Put 1 cup sugar on peaches.  Set aside.  Melt butter and pour into a 2-qt. baking dish.  Mix remaining sugar, flour, baking powder, salt and milk. 

Pour batter into melted butter.  DO NOT STIR.

Spoon peaches over top of batter.  DO NOT STIR.

Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour, or until golden brown.

Here...I put extra ice cream on yours. 

**For those of you who might wonder why I have so many photos of Little Sister and not the other granddaughters--Big Sister is spending a good portion of her summer at camp. And Baby Girl is just too little to wade in the creek! Little Sister (who turns four soon) is the perfect age for farm adventures.

Family Fun On The Fourth

My "week of the 4th" started with a few days at the beach with Little Sister and her family. She was so little the last time she went, she didn't remember seeing the ocean. So she was tremendously excited this trip. Baby Girl and I spent most of our time on the porch, rocking as we listened to the ocean.

But for our family, the main event for the 4th of July is time at the lake.

Little Sister had her first lessons in boating.

Then on the actual day—July 4th—we had 20 family members join us for lunch.

The food is always good but the company is even better.

This year we had 5 children under four which was loads of fun.

Remember this blueberry pie? 

The recipe was good enough for a repeat.

There was paddle ball, and juggling, and hammock swinging 

and dazzling fireworks on our own pier later on.

And there was time for paddling, too.

Sometimes a slow boat is better than the motor boat.

Little Sister did her paddling on dry land 

and had just as much fun as anyone.

They made lots stops on their "trip" to explore the yard 

and gather leaves and stones in buckets.

Little Sister is blessed with loads of imagination.

But Jessica gets the "best aunt" award for finally taking little one 

out on her first real kayak ride.

After lots of BBQ and hot dogs, it was time for a menu change. We've had this recipe stuck on the wall at the lake since 2007 (according to the date on the computer print out.) I knew I was saving it for a reason. This one pot dinner is one of the easiest meals to cook as well as one of the most delicious. It was the perfect meal for our last night at the lake. We've eaten this South Carolina dish many times, but it was the first time we cooked it ourselves.

LOW COUNTRY BOIL (also known as Frogmore Stew)

4 quarts cold water

1/4 cup Old Bay seasoning

1 tablespoon Kosher salt, plus more to taste

4 celery stalks, cut into 1-inch pieces

1 yellow onion, diced

1 head of garlic, cut in half crosswise

2-1/2 pounds small red potatoes

4 ears of corn, shucked, each cut into 4 pieces

2 pounds smoked sausage, cut into 1-1/2 inch slices

2 pounds medium shrimp, deveined, in the shell

In a large stockpot, combine water, Old Bay seasoning, the 1 tbsp of salt, celery, onion, garlic and potatoes and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer until potatoes are tender when pierced, about 10-20 minutes.

Add corn and sausage to the pot and simmer until corn is tender, about 4 to 5 minutes. Add shrimp and simmer until opaque, about 3 to 4 minutes. Taste broth and adjust seasonings with salt.

Strain and serve immediately. (Daddy-O cooked this in a pot with a basket that lifted out. Made the serving easy.)

It is traditionally served by pouring the food out on newspapers spread on a picnic table outside, but we opted for paper plates and LOTS of napkins on our porch. There are as many variations for this as there are cooks. You can search for the recipe by both names and check out some recipes from other folks.