Dairy Daze...and Now Beyond

If there is one thing I love to do in the kitchen it's to try new things. After all, who wants to keep eating the same boring stuff all the time, right? Yes, well. There is this place south of town that sells discount groceries once or twice a month. I like to go there and see what they have; different produce, bags of flour, pasta...etc. You just never know. One day I found purple cauliflower: It makes a very colorful dish of vegetables, doesn't it? I loved it. Hubby was a bit dubious. He said it had an odd flavor. I will concede; it DID taste different, but not really so I could put my finger on it. Maybe a bit sweeter. Ellen liked it. She ate it right up. She loves vegetables. At .50 cents a head, if it ever shows up again, hubby had better be prepared to eat purple cauliflower again. That's all I can say.

My husband really ticked me off one day and this is what resulted... Ha ha...no not really... We had gone to Waynesville and Fort Leonard Wood one Saturday and came back late. I made little pizzas for a really quick supper. I always use spaghetti sauce instead of pizza sauce because it's easier on our digestion for some reason. In any case, I had a huge can of the stuff and was separating it out into smaller portions to freeze. Like a bonehead would; I got distracted and left a bag of the stuff propped up and still open on the counter. Well, as you might have guessed from the photo, it fell over and poured the better part of its contents all over my floor. Just so you know; spilled spaghetti sauce will really smell up the place for a bit. And it's not fun to clean up either.

Never, never, but NEVER let a friendly stray cat steal your heart. Especially a tom. Remember Boo? I think I blogged about him before, but I am not sure. Anyway. He showed up here on the dairy sometime in September; a stray, just a thin black streak in the weeds. He'd visit my garbage/scrap pile. It did not take long for him to realize that if he buttered us up he could get more and better food. He mews like a kitten and is quite calm and friendly. I did NOT want this cat. I wanted hubby to take him somewhere else. But Ellen fell in love with him: "He's my favorite color." (Go figure on that one.) However, he has weasled his way into my heart too, the little black wretch. He keeps me company when I do chores in the mornings; follows me around, scrambles into the feed buckets and eats the calf feed (see number 2 below.). He will even ride on the four-wheeler with me. He has two faults. Well, three. 1) He is the kind of cat that loves to wal...