Sally forth and read what PawPaw said.
Stephen
Autumn
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Nothing for Nothing
Ever just sit to type and nothing appears on the screen? Guess it happens to all of us. I suffer from one of those mornings. As my good friend, MSgt B says, my muse shanked me.
It's Halloween and so I shall dutifully post a related picture, later. The weather here is perfect for the children; its cool and windy and the Spanish moss will wave and dance and give just the right atmosphere for the spooky candy snatchers adventures.
If I had a small male child in my household I'd dress the little tike in woodland camouflage, strap a belt and holster around his waste and give him a Ruger Mini-14 and a burlap bag. Throw a few strips of OD green and black greasepaint across his mug for effect and send him towards all the Liberal houses. But, I'm just mean that way.
Now, on the other hand, if I had a little sweet girl in my home we'd dress her quite differently. This from last year.
My goodness...seems like such a long time ago. I hope she has a wonderful time this evening.
Have wonderful and safe Halloween.
Stephen
It's Halloween and so I shall dutifully post a related picture, later. The weather here is perfect for the children; its cool and windy and the Spanish moss will wave and dance and give just the right atmosphere for the spooky candy snatchers adventures.
If I had a small male child in my household I'd dress the little tike in woodland camouflage, strap a belt and holster around his waste and give him a Ruger Mini-14 and a burlap bag. Throw a few strips of OD green and black greasepaint across his mug for effect and send him towards all the Liberal houses. But, I'm just mean that way.
Now, on the other hand, if I had a little sweet girl in my home we'd dress her quite differently. This from last year.
My goodness...seems like such a long time ago. I hope she has a wonderful time this evening.
Have wonderful and safe Halloween.
Stephen
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Cool Business
Our weather has finally turned cool. Forty four degrees this morning and I love it. We experienced fairly high winds yesterday with the result of lost power - at least where I live.
So, I cooked dinner by lamp light.
Not the best picture in the world and I know it's hard to see the lamp due to the glare. The lamp is old, kerosene, and I've owned it for at least forty years. I think I own at least ten more of the old girls...wick lamps come in awful handy when the weather turns foul.
It pays to limit your dependence upon electrical power.
Business is good which limits my time on-line. Hopefully I'll find a few moments later this afternoon to write and post, but please understand when one is self-employed and the opportunity presents itself one must stuff as many dollars in the mattress as possible...after all, I've democritters to support.
Until then, please, take care out there.
Stephen
So, I cooked dinner by lamp light.
It pays to limit your dependence upon electrical power.
Business is good which limits my time on-line. Hopefully I'll find a few moments later this afternoon to write and post, but please understand when one is self-employed and the opportunity presents itself one must stuff as many dollars in the mattress as possible...after all, I've democritters to support.
Until then, please, take care out there.
Stephen
Monday, October 29, 2012
Bits & Pieces
Our weather has turned cool. I awoke to temperatures in the upper forties - nice. It's about time.
I hope and pray all my good friends in the New England area and Canada ride out hurricane Sandy without so much as a scratch. I know my friend, Sixbears, is ready as I've just read his blog. His firewood and food preps are stacked deep. He has books to read and coffee for the long haul. Take heed.
*****
I need to tackle some work in my yard today. I'd much prefer dinking around with my current restoration project but I'm afraid my neighbors might form a group and protest. Silly little boogers with their signs held high as they march up and down my street and yell, 'trim your hedges.' Which, in truth, is fine with me. It's their Birkenstock clad feet and bean sprout sticky breath I can't handle - it scares my cat.
*****
From outside I can hear one particular set of windchimes dance and sing. I purchased the set years ago when I lived just outside Seattle. Over the years I've restrung them at least ten times. I have this thing about windchimes.
When you hear their song you know the breeze is snappy and strong and the chimes bear out this fact. The notes evoke memories too, some good, others sad. Either way the chimes travel this life with you, always there, a portable notebook of wire and metal tube which await the wind.
My old chimes first rode the wind in California. They danced to the whims of the Santa Ana's, the breezes warm and strong, which carried the scent of desert and mountain air.
The clapper on the chimes is green plastic with the image of a seagull painted in silver. The seagull began to fade after a couple of years under the steady California sun. I then lowered them for a ride to Washington State and returned them to the elements just outside my bedroom window. Our new home was located on a hillside just above the waters of Hammersley Inlet and the chimes had cooler and evergreen scented wind with which to keep a steady beat.
The windchimes survived long cold winters of snow and ice and then as the seasons turned, cool spring and summer rains. Throughout it all they danced and sang. Nights I'd drift to sleep as the music gently faded and formed dreams.
Then, things changed. Items were separated, divided. Boxes were packed. I asked for the old windchimes and it was agreed they'd travel with me. For a long time they missed the wind. Then one day, as I stood and watched the ocean surf surge and fade I felt alone. I stood there and realized the music of the wind lacked, something. Then I remembered. I located the box and found the old set of windchimes.
They liked the ocean wind. One day a lady came to visit. She was sweet and soft spoken and bespoke all that was good of the South.
She liked the music, too. In time she agreed to share our lives.
Now, the old windchimes hang on the banks of a river and still mark the passage of time to notes of salt scented breezes.
*****
Perhaps I shouldn't write with only one cup of coffee under my belt. Excuse me. I need to get to work.
Take care out there.
Stephen
I hope and pray all my good friends in the New England area and Canada ride out hurricane Sandy without so much as a scratch. I know my friend, Sixbears, is ready as I've just read his blog. His firewood and food preps are stacked deep. He has books to read and coffee for the long haul. Take heed.
I need to tackle some work in my yard today. I'd much prefer dinking around with my current restoration project but I'm afraid my neighbors might form a group and protest. Silly little boogers with their signs held high as they march up and down my street and yell, 'trim your hedges.' Which, in truth, is fine with me. It's their Birkenstock clad feet and bean sprout sticky breath I can't handle - it scares my cat.
From outside I can hear one particular set of windchimes dance and sing. I purchased the set years ago when I lived just outside Seattle. Over the years I've restrung them at least ten times. I have this thing about windchimes.
When you hear their song you know the breeze is snappy and strong and the chimes bear out this fact. The notes evoke memories too, some good, others sad. Either way the chimes travel this life with you, always there, a portable notebook of wire and metal tube which await the wind.
My old chimes first rode the wind in California. They danced to the whims of the Santa Ana's, the breezes warm and strong, which carried the scent of desert and mountain air.
The clapper on the chimes is green plastic with the image of a seagull painted in silver. The seagull began to fade after a couple of years under the steady California sun. I then lowered them for a ride to Washington State and returned them to the elements just outside my bedroom window. Our new home was located on a hillside just above the waters of Hammersley Inlet and the chimes had cooler and evergreen scented wind with which to keep a steady beat.
The windchimes survived long cold winters of snow and ice and then as the seasons turned, cool spring and summer rains. Throughout it all they danced and sang. Nights I'd drift to sleep as the music gently faded and formed dreams.
Then, things changed. Items were separated, divided. Boxes were packed. I asked for the old windchimes and it was agreed they'd travel with me. For a long time they missed the wind. Then one day, as I stood and watched the ocean surf surge and fade I felt alone. I stood there and realized the music of the wind lacked, something. Then I remembered. I located the box and found the old set of windchimes.
They liked the ocean wind. One day a lady came to visit. She was sweet and soft spoken and bespoke all that was good of the South.
She liked the music, too. In time she agreed to share our lives.
Now, the old windchimes hang on the banks of a river and still mark the passage of time to notes of salt scented breezes.
*****
Perhaps I shouldn't write with only one cup of coffee under my belt. Excuse me. I need to get to work.
Take care out there.
Stephen
Saturday, October 27, 2012
The Irish in Me
Rises to the surface when we have stormy gray days. I'm in the mood for stew.
You'll need...
A few ingredients. Beef stew meat, mushrooms, potatoes, onions, fresh garlic, and carrots. I also include a few dried peppers.
Then, place one of the above on the stove.
After the Dutch oven is hot add some olive oil. Once in a while I use bacon fat...but, olive oil is healthier, its not as tasty as the bacon grease but it makes my wife and doctor happy.
As the oil heats prep your onions, garlic and potatoes. We'll slice the mushrooms and include them last.
Flour your stew meat and place in the hot oil in batches. Do not crowd the beef. You want to brown it not steam it. I use two pounds of beef. Brown and remove.
As you remove the meat, season. I use 'Slap Ya Mama,' but any good Creole seasoning is fine. I also sprinkle it with a bit of Kosher salt.
When you've finished browning the meat throw in the onions and cook until translucent. Then the garlic. The natural juices of the onion will partially deglaze the pot. In effect we're making a rue.
Above, after the onions are to your liking slowly return the meat to the mixture, increase the heat and pour about one cup of good beef stock and stir. It will thicken. Careful with the stock. Add small amounts as you begin to build the stew.
First the potatoes, then carrots. I slice my mushrooms and add them after all other ingredients are in place. Season again. Now bring to a gentle boil...again, easy on the stock. You want it thick.
Above, as I waited for the stew to reach a boil I ran outside and clipped a couple of sprigs of rosemary. I like the flavor it gives the stew. Your taste may vary...
After the stew reaches a gentle boil reduce the heat and simmer for several hours.
Serve with a good loaf of French bread and your favorite beverage...nothing like a good stew on a cool windy and rainy day.
Enjoy.
Stephen
You'll need...
As you remove the meat, season. I use 'Slap Ya Mama,' but any good Creole seasoning is fine. I also sprinkle it with a bit of Kosher salt.
After the stew reaches a gentle boil reduce the heat and simmer for several hours.
Serve with a good loaf of French bread and your favorite beverage...nothing like a good stew on a cool windy and rainy day.
Enjoy.
Stephen
Friday, October 26, 2012
Too Busy
Just too busy to write. Maybe later. Gray and windy here. We await the storm which will give us nothing but more wind and light showers.
Until later. Please, take care out there.
Stephen
Stephen
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Hard Cider
It's been many years since I've had hard cider. As I passed the beer cooler this evening something made me reach and grab a sixpack of this -
Very refreshing. Went well with cheese. If you'll excuse me I think I'll have another.
Stephen
Stephen
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