When I was a kid every house in our town had a root cellar. The builders back then knew that people wanted and expected them. My husband, M, also had a root cellar in his childhood home as did everyone in the neighborhood. I don’t really understand why the these marvelous rooms aren’t being built into every home nowadays.
In my garden the green peppers are going gangbusters. I’m still waiting for the yellow and red to finish ripening but, my goodness I have to start doing something with all the green peppers! I’m also kind of drowning in zucchini so I’m adding some to this recipe. Since I don’t like rice that’s incorporated into a dish (think chicken and rice casseroles) I decided to go Italian and use orzo instead of rice. Here’s my Italian Sausage & Orzo Stuffed Peppers!
We’ve all seen the Facebook posts showing us the bumps on the bottoms of bell peppers. They claim that there are male and female bell peppers and tell us which we should eat raw and which we should use in cooking. And you may have bought it. You may have peeked under every pepper since to see if it has girl parts or boy parts. Stop it! And that’s not the only myth about food you should stop believing.
My parents were both born in Pennsylvania. I remember visiting some of my cousins, who lived in the part of Northwest Philadelphia known as Germantown. It was, as I recall, a really lovely old neighborhood if a strange place for a very Irish family to reside. And one of the great treats when we visited was getting Philly Cheesesteaks. I’m still hooked and this is my version; Bam’s Almost Original Philly Cheesesteaks.
Sometimes I get frustrated with Remy and Henry. Remy always barks to go outside the instant I start doing something. It’s like having a toddler and trying to have a phone conversation. Here’s how it goes –
Nanny Jean, my mentor, friend, and neighbor when I was just a young wife taught me so much about life, child-rearing, and cooking. Without her I may have given up on serving anything that wasn’t store bought. One of the things she taught me was how to make spiced freezer pickles. These pickles are absolutely wonderful and are still crunchy a year after you put them in the freezer!
The word Reibekuchen literally translates into grated cake. Like most ethnic food everyone has their own version of “authentic” so you can definitely adjust the ingredients a bit to suit your taste. But don’t stray too far from the recipe or you won’t have a real Reibekuchen!
In previous posts I’ve written about the animals that live in or near our property. These critters, both large and small, are some of the most enjoyable aspects to our life. And each time I come across an animal I wasn’t expecting it renews my joy in our home. The creatures in my garden are a source of constant delight.
Every year I make a solemn promise to myself that the next year I will not plant an excessive number of zucchini plants. Then, the very next year, I plant an absolutely silly number of plants for two people. Our son and his girlfriend don’t eat zucchini and trying to give them away in this rural area is like trying to sell sand at the beach. I’ve gotten pretty creative with how to use all the zucchini I produce and, since I also grow tomatoes and potatoes, my Garden Vegetable Casserole is a great way to enjoy our fresh from the garden goodies.
I have balance problems because of the spinal cord injury. Sometimes it looks like I’m on the deck of a ship in a massive storm. I stumble to one side, often relying on a wall or piece of furniture to keep me from ending up on the floor. I’m sure people who don’t know me and see me in public think I drink. And I fall, sometimes, quite often. It depends on how much pain I’m in or how tired I am on a given day.