Monday, September 29, 2008
I dug my sweet potatoes week before last and have used a few of them. I got about a 5 gallon bucket of them. They are nice to have on hand, so expensive in the stores. I made some sweet potato biscuits. They are pretty good, husband liked them.
Ellen has learned how to open the fridge. So far she hasn't made a habit of it, but soon I will have to install a lock on the door. One of her "things" now is getting into the laundry basket, finding a pair of my underwear, sticking her head through a leg hole and wearing them around. I now make sure and put a clean pair on the edge where she can get them. She has figured out how to get in and out of her rocking chair and likes doing that off and on. She has figured out how to get off of the little rocking pony, but she can't figure out how to get back on so she sits there and howls until I put her on. Fortunately she gets tired of that game after a few on and offs.
Husband has been busy with his other business. He actually used the road grader last week. He also installed a pump and all the hookups and gadgets in a new well, plus he hauled a couple loads of gravel and a load of topsoil. But he says the topsoil is pretty much kaput where he is getting it, so he won't haul any more of that I don't believe. Oh, yes, and he sold a bunch of pipes and wires to get a mobile hooked up for a guy.
The cows have been busy too. I now have 8 heifer calves on the bottle, plus we have sold a couple of bulls, with another little bull out there to go just as of yesterday.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Yesterday evening along about 6 PM a little fancied-up S-10 pickup truck went by here slowly and then pulled into the driveway and parked. Hubby was out in the barn milking so I just peeked out the window to see what was going on. The window was open so I could hear some guy on the phone talking about how they had a flat and no way to fix it, so please come help...then he gave directions.
Because I knew hubby would be curious as to what was going on, I picked up the phone to call him out in the barn. He was already on the phone with one of his buddies so I just butted into the conversation and advised him. (Of course at this point the buddy had to tell one of his stories about some drunk dude knocking on his door at 1 AM wanting to borrow gas to get home on. It's inevitable that when you have something like this happen someone has to "one up" you by telling a worse scenario story.)
So about 10 minutes later I see one of these guys walking across the lawn to the front door. He was a young "kid," maybe late teens, early 20s and reeking of cigarette smoke. He needed to use the restroom. Said they'd run over a pair of pliers and their help was an hour away. So I let him in. He reminded me of my oldest nephew in some ways.
He left and then 20 minutes or so later hubby called me on the phone to tell me it was time for me to come out and feed the calves. He also wanted to know why the guy had come to the front door. When I told him he was incredulous. "What?! He came to a stranger's house to use the restroom? Hasn't he ever heard of a bush?" I said: "Well, he must be a city boy." Hubby just shook his head in bemusement.
To be perfectly honest, I hadn't thought anything about it. But really; across from us is about 20 acres of heavily wooded and brushy oak forest. I could go out and squat 10 feet from the road and no one would see me. Of course there is always the copperhead and poison ivy risk...but hey, live life on edge sometimes, right?
By the time I had got the baby ready and arrived at the barn hubby had called his buddy back and related the audicity of this kid had; to use a stranger's restroom. Of course the buddy had a story to top it.
Seems when he was a kid some of his cousins from Kansas City came down and they were all playing outside. One little guy (age unknown) wanted to go in to use the facilities. They just told him to go behind a bush. So he did. Only thing is he had to go #2 and he had never been taught the concept of squatting. So he sat flat of his butt and went.
And there you have some examples of the differences between city and country "going."
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
As you can see we are in the middle of a thistle patch; so much so that you can just barely see my husband there at the right of the drill. The green tower is the well drill fully extended. My husband (to give you an idea of height, he's almost 6 foot 2 inches tall) is standing at the control area where there are lots of fun levers and switches to pull and push.
He had drilled down about 6 feet before he went and got me to help him. But at this point he was still drilling down further before my job would start. The red tank at the left is a water tank that is hooked up to the drill. Once you get to a certain point you pump water into the hole to "lubricate" the drill bit. Then you get mud shooting out of the hole. (I wish he'd let me shoot a pic of him AFTER that happened-in this pic you can kind of see it there under the truck.) My job was to pull the mud away from the hole and direct the flow.
He drilled down about 14 feet and was instructing me as to what I needed to do when suddenly there was this massive bang and whoosh and we bothed jumped a mile.
We'd blown an air hose. *sigh* So he will have to fix that tomorrow or next day and we will try to complete the whole deal.
I tell you what though; when you are standing under a monster machine like that and it makes a big bang; you get a real adrenaline rush, that's for sure.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
½ cup butter, softened
¼ cup peanut butter
1-½ cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 teaspoons baking powder
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup milk
¼ cup butter, softened
½ cup plus 1 tablespoon peanut butter
1-¾ teaspoons vanilla extract
3 cups confectioners’ sugar
4-6 tablespoons milk
¾ cup grape jelly
In large mixing bowl cream butter and peanut butter until smooth. Add sugar, mix well. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well with each addition. Beat in vanilla. Combine dry ingredients; add to peanut butter mixture alternately with milk. Pour into 2 greased/floured 9-inch round baking pans. Bake at 350 degrees for 35-40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool for 5 minutes before removing from the pans to wire racks to cool completely.
For frosting; in mixing bowl cream butter and peanut butter. Add vanilla, confectioners’ sugar and enough milk to achieve spreading consistency. Place one cake layer on serving plate; spread with jelly, top with remaining cake layer, frost.
This is the original recipe. I have tried it this way twice and both times the cake came out rather dry and crumbly. This past time I added an extra egg and a slosh of vegetable oil and it came out much better. Maybe it would have been OK without the vege oil, I dunno. I also used strawberry preserves instead of grape jelly.