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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Parmesan-Pork Zucchini Boats

These are pretty good; hubby likes them, and a couple of people have requested the recipe, so without further ado (except to add a note or two) here is the recipe:

(Note #1: You can make these with whatever ground meat you wish, I presume, just season it a bit more.)

(Note #2: I didn't have seasoned bread crumbs, so I used plain and sprinkled on some oregano and was really good.)

Parmesan Pork Zucchini Boats

4 Medium zucchini
1 lb. Bulk pork sausage
1 Small onion, chopped
1 Garlic clove, minced
2/3 cup Seasoned bread crumbs
1/2 cup Plus 2 tbsp. shredded Parmesan cheese, divided
1 Egg, beaten
1/4 tsp. Salt
1/2 cup Water


Cut each zucchini in half lengthwise. Scoop out seeds and pulp, leaving a 1/4 inch shell; set aside. Chop pulp; set aside.
In a large skillet, cook sausage and onion over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Add garlic and zucchini pulp; saute for 3-5 minutes or until tender. Remove from the heat. Stir in the bread crumbs, 1/2 cup parmesan cheese and egg.
Sprinkle salt inside zucchini shells. Fill each with 3 tbsp. meat mixture. Sprinkle with remaining parmesan cheese.
Place in ungreased 13X9X2 inch baking dish. Pour water into dish. Cover and bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes. Uncover; bake 15 minutes longer or until zucchini is tender and filling is heated through.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

An Insurance Incident

In a previous post....a couple of years ago in fact, I grouched about our insurance carrier. Since then we have changed policies and things have gone along without incident. Until yesterday, that is.

Yesterday at approx 3:30 PM, while I was trying to fry chicken, mash potatoes and stir the gravy all at the same time, the phone rang. The timing in and of itself is very annoying. The lady said she was from our insurance company and that we had not paid since April.


I distinctly remember writing the checks. I told her so. She said she'd look into it and get back to us.

When she called back hubby answered.

She advised him there'd been a mistake.

So hubby asks: "Oh, so our account is OK?"

Lady: "Oh, I don't know, you are under a group policy, I only handle individual policies. You will have to call the people who do handle group policies."

(Say what?)

Hubby: "Do you have the number?"

Lady rattles it off.

Hubby: "So why don't you call it for us and find out what's going on?"

Lady: "Oh, I can't do that, you have to call."

Hubby: "I'll just get a recording. You could call straight through to them."

Lady: "I don't handle group policies."

Hubby: "Why did you call us in the first place?"

She hangs up on him.

What a joke!

Today he calls the local rep and has them look into it. She calls back and says it shows we are paid up, there are no notes that we have even been contacted and she has no idea why they would have called us.

Great. Nice.

It makes me think of the song Scarecrow on "The Wizard of Oz" sings:

If I Only Had a Brain

Monday, June 14, 2010

A Dessert and other Dairy Doings

Hello friends.

Here is what appears to be my weekly post, although I really would like to be one of those overachieving bloggers who posts every day of the week, somehow that just isn't working out for me at this time of year.

Mostly it's because I am too busy in the garden. Plus other various dairy duties call my name.

I found the recipe for the above pie over at the blog run by The Lumberjack's Wife -who's husband is really in sober fact an electrician. But never mind that; go over there and say "hello" to her. Her blog is much more entertaining than mine is.

At any rate, the Chocolate-Lined Strawberry pie is awesome. And easy. Of course my pie is not as picturesque as the photo she had posted, but that's OK. It probably tastes as good.


Today we discovered a heifer has disappeared...just hopped the fence. Gone. Kaput. Who knows? She was imminently due to calve. Hubby says that by now she's either dead or taking care of her calf. We are scanning the skies for buzzards.



Today I picked, shelled, scalded and packed in freezer bags, 10 cups of peas.


Yay me!


The deer have been marauding our gardens here on K Highway. If you happen to drive by and see some kind of bizarre setups out in our garden area, this is why. I will have to photograph and post it...for your entertainment.

My green beans took a serious hit from the deer. We put up our "scare-deer" one night. They left it alone. But then....

The next night the deer trimmed off my mother-in-law's shelly beans AND her sweet potatoes. She was not impressed. But, hey, we said at least we knew our set up was working.


I'll bet Dora the Explorer had no clue that when she taught kids to shout "Salta!" (jump) when leaping over rolling watermelons or hopping from rock to rock, that a 3 year old in the Mid-West would ever be shouting it happily as she jumps over various cow pies on her walk to get the 4-wheeler for daddy.


"I have to jump this poo-poo Mama! Yell; 'Salta!'"


"Oops Ellen, you didn't jump quite far enough over THAT cow pie. Let's go wash your shoe!"

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A Rough Dairy Day

OK. I only have 6 minutes to blog...where do I begin?


Friday: we got a new calf from #87 who was VERY attached to calf. We brought cow and calf in. Put calf in pen. Sunday: #87 decided calf must be back where she gave birth to it, so broke down fence to get back there...almost a mile back up the road. Hubby took calf back up to her yesterday.

Sunday: I found different cow, fondly called Tornado Head, with a stillborn calf. Cow will not leave site for 2 days, even though hubby drug dead calf away.

Today. I went up to do feeding. Heifer #75 in labor, making no progress. Tornado Head still refuses to leave birth site, she's looking pretty rough. #87 has hidden calf.

We bundle Ellen off to her Grandma's and go do some cow chasing.

We get #75 back to farm here, hubby has to pull the calf. Nice heifer calf, but #75 refuses to have anything to do with it. (Meaning I have to clean all the yuck off of it, thaw colostrum to feed it...etc) Back we go up the road to the dry cow lot to round up Tornado Head. We get her back with no problem.

Hubby goes back yet again to try and find #87 and her calf. Can't find calf. Tries to chase 87 back to barn. No dice. She breaks down a fence and runs up and down highway a while. Breaks down another fence to get in with dry cows. She ends up standing in pond staring hubby down. He gives up.

Later: I go out to give Tornado Head and #75 some water. I have to open gate, Tornado Head has to stand up. She starts switching her tail and covers me in all kinds of unmentionable yuck. Nice.

That was our day.