Every August my tiny little village is invaded by bikers and their women. They call it a “rodeo” but it’s a crime wave. It’s done with the full cooperation of the local and state police and by the local government. It’s a long weekend full of excessive drinking, debauchery, and crime to which the police turn a blind eye. And why is this vile event allowed to disrupt the lives of both the people who live in the village and those of us in the townships around it? They bring money.
Cleaning is really hard for me. I don’t mean that it’s hard to get started or that I don’t really want to clean. It’s actually physically difficult. My spinal cord injury left me in constant pain and I’m really limited in the way I can move. Because of this problem I’m constantly on the lookout for ways to clean that, while strange, may help me get chores done faster and with less physicality. With that in mind, I’ve found even more cleaning tips that you may want to try yourself.
There’s nothing more rewarding to me than being able to tell my family that they’re eating things I’ve grown in my garden. And the longer I garden the more interested I become in the history of the vegetables and fruit I grow. I use heirloom seeds so the past is closely linked to the produce we’re eating. But there were things about vegetables and fruits that surprised me. Did you know…
Before I begin I want to make it clear that I love all dogs. Whether they’re big or small, obedient or less than impeccably trained, I love them. So don’t get upset and think I’m picking on your dog. I’d offer to steal your dog if I met him/her. I love dogs! But decades of training dogs, although I haven’t done it as much in the last ten years or so, made me aware of how little people know about the dogs they own and even less about dogs they think they want to own.
Late last week I fell in the yard. In the hours following the fall I thought I was fine. It hurt but not as much as I thought it would. But, over the next few days, things felt worse and worse. This wouldn’t have really been a problem but I’d invited our youngest son, his girlfriend, their daughter (and we ended up with her cousin as well), and my dear friend, Peg to dinner on Monday. I’d already started to thaw a turkey. It was a commitment. It was time to panic. But of course, I shouldn’t have.
Slow cookers are great and there are countless recipes for everything from breakfasts to desserts for them. I utilize my slow cooker often. It’s easy to just toss the ingredients in and forget about them for hours and hours. But sometimes I want to make something meant for the slow cooker in a much shorter time. So how do you convert a slow cooker recipe to an oven or stop top recipe?
Spatchcock chicken is simply butterflied chicken. It’s easy to do and can make an ordinary roast chicken look really special. The orange, cardamom, and ginger give the chicken a bright, warm flavor your family will love. If you roast it in the oven can have dinner on the table in under an hour.
Somehow checking the garden turned into a photo shoot this afternoon. I should have been tending to the vegetables I gathered but, instead, I found myself trying to get a perfect picture of the produce. I’m still trying to figure out what my camera can and cannot do. At this point I’m convinced my camera can do anything except macro shots (I’d need a new lens) and that I can do very little.
We all love to take our dogs for walks or watch them play in the yard or park. But there is a little known danger for dogs called foxtails. A foxtail is a spikelet or a spiked cluster of a grass that serves to disperse the seeds as a unit. Some grasses that produce a foxtail are themselves called “foxtail” or “spear grass.”
Although my husband finds chicken, especially dark meat chicken, easy to eat I sometimes get burned out on the birds. Because he’s a really sweet man who understands how his eating difficulties can make cooking (and eating) a bit boring for me he doesn’t mind when I stage a rebellion and insist on a hunk of tasty cow for dinner.