Pickled Pink

A few months ago hubby and I wanted to use up some of our many eggs by pickling them. I read a few recipes and people just raved about them. So I tried pickling 2 dozen of them. Ugh! I guess maybe the possums loved them, we sure didn't. Hubby said you might as well drink a glass of vinegar with your boiled egg.

Last week I had some leftover pickled beet syrup. I put it in a quart jar and threw in 8 peeled, hardboiled eggs. After about 3 days this is what they turned out like. We, hubby, my mom and I, tried them last week and the consensus was that they taste pretty much like a boiled egg soaked in pickled beet syrup. The taste was rather blah and the texture is nasty to my mind. It seems to make the whites rubbery.

If you have a pickled beet recipe that YOU like, share it with me would you!

Thanks!

About Grandpa

(Edited to add correction: Electricity came to this area in the '50s. They got running water in '68. OK dear, I think I got it right this time!)

The Fourth of July came and went. We had a nice barbecue down at MIL's place. The weather was quite cooperative, so that was good too.

July 4th was also Grandpa's birthday. This year marked his 94th. Ninety four years old. What changes he has seen in his years! Back in his day a car in this area was a rare and wonderful thing. Electricity didn't arrive until the 50s and running water came in '68 when hubby's family got a well (my hubby was 10 years old already!)and babies were delivered at home. Children were plagued with rickets because malnutrition was common.

Grandpa was the youngest of about 8 kids (I think); 7 boys and one girl. His mom died when he was 5, so he was pretty much allowed to do as he wanted. He tells tales of riding wagons and and trading horses. He worked at many jobs, often traveling far to reach them. He loved to hunt and fish and didn't shy away from a fistfight if it was called for. He was married 65 years and had 4 children; only 2 of which survived infancy. He still prefers to have his meals cooked on a wood stove.

He is altogether a fascinating character and I am privileged to have known him as long as I have. I hope there are more happy birthdays for him.

Sleepy Saturday

Here is the pic of the turkey hen. I will try and get a better one later.

Today is hot; as usual. Mom didn't get in until after 9 PM last night; had a plane delay in Los Angeles so they had to reschedule her flight from Dallas/Fort Worth. So by time we got the luggage and all we didn't get back here until after 11 PM.

They have a completely new terminal at the Springfield airport. It's at the back of the airport property, so you have to take a different route to get there. You take I-44 to exit 72, turn right on 266 and then take another right onto the originally named "Airport Boulevard," and then straight on to the terminal, taking care to not get lost when you go through the little round-about halfway along. Before you do go there make sure you have your cell phone charged, as there are no public pay phones to be found at this terminal. However, to assuage your frustration over this they DO have a meditation room set up for you.

This morning hubby and I picked the last of the green peas and made Mom shell them with us. No, we didn't MAKE her really, she just volunteered. HA. We got 14 more cups; two of which I saved to cook with the new taters we will get tonight.

Have a good weekend.

Whatever Friday

I couldn't come up with a catchy title for today. It's hot, it's sultry. Hubby has been hauling his hay bales from the creek bottom up to the hay shed. I did the dreaded grocery shopping trip this morning.

Ellen loves going into the bank; it's where they hand out free little suckers. Not that she eats the whole thing. She likes to carry it around in the store, lick it a few times and then hand it to me. "Done."

Tonight I am going down to Springfield to pick up my mom. And I am praying I don't get lost because they have built a new terminal at the airport and you have to go to a different freeway exit and all. We will see. At least they have I65 as a 4 lane for most of the way now.

Turkey Thursday

This past spring and summer a turkey hen has adopted us. She wanders hither and thither at her own will; through the yard and fields. Once I came across her taking a dust bath in the driveway. And once hubby chased her out of the green bean patch. She has become quite tame and lets us get within a couple of yards of her. I actually got a pic of her yesterday but I am having trouble getting it posted. It wasn't a very good shot, so maybe I will try to get another some other day.

Today I defrosted the outside upright freezer. At 90 plus degrees temp outside the ice melted really fast.

Last night we had a thundershower. It was weird how the temp went from 95 to 80 something in less than 45 minutes. But of course that wasn't long lived. It wasn't a bad storm, but the power went off for about 2 hours; right when I needed to wash supper dishes and get ready for church. Oh, well.

My friend from church who had her leg amputated is doing well, so far. They are playing the waiting game to see if it will heal. I tried calling her today but phone was busy. She has lots of well-wishers, I am sure. Plus her family and all.
According to the preacher's wife she will be in the hospital a minimum of 3 weeks and then be transferred to a different wing, rehabilitation I believe. And that's only if this first surgery heals. If it doesn't heal they will have to take more of the leg and start the whole process all over again. So far she is in good spririts and is asking everyone to pray there won't be another operation. She says she may not make the church softball games this summer, but she's determined to play next summer....