A Wedding Shower --wonderful family and friends, great gifts and a beautiful quilt
And a wonderful Baby Blessing
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
"I AM A FARM GIRL" Week 3
This has been a crazy week and when I saw the subject for week three I moaned outloud. I used to bottle all my own fruit (off our farm- peaches, pears, applesauce, etc), and for 30 years I didn't miss a year of having the freezer stocked with Frozen Raspberry Jam. It was like a transfusion for the hubby. But that window in my life has come and gone. Just last year I cleaned all the old fruit out of my food storage area and declared "if it isn't in the refrigerator, it's time to go to the store". I once computed that in this day and age a bottle of peaches cost about 7 bucks to cold pack. Anyway, enough moaning.
I have a great recipe to share and a story to go along with it. My great-grandmother passed down a great recipe for what we called Mustard Pickles but it really wasn't pickles. She was good to share and it was always a treat at family dinners. I bottled it for many years and one year early in our marriage served it at a dinner for my in-laws. My mother-in-law became very excited when she saw the bowl on the table and after tasting it became emotional. She said that her mother has always made it but had passed away without sharing the recipe. She was estatic that I had the recipe. For many years after I would make her a few bottles when I made mine.
I just made a trip to the storeroom hoping against hope that I had 1 bottle left down there but alas I did not. I so wanted to post a picture of it. If I hadn't just finished a party for 40 people this afternoon and have another one for 30 tomorrow I would have run down to the store and whipped up a small batch just for a picture. Going to my mother-in-laws Monday morning- I'll check out her storage room and see if she has a bottle I can photograph for this post. Anyway,
here's the recipe.
Grandmother Finnie's Mustard Pickles
1 Qt cucumbers- sliced or chunks
1 Qt small pickling onions
4 green peppers
1 large head cauliflower
Prepare--Cover with brine (1 cup salt to 3 quarts boiling water) and let stand 24 hours.
Drain-- cover with hot water for 30 minutes- drain.
Sauce--3 cups sugar (I use more to taste)
1 Cup flour
1/2 cup dry mustard
1 tbsp celery seed and tumerec
2 quarts vinegar
Make sauce and add vegetables and heat to boiling point.
Then bottle and seal.
To learn more about being a Farm Girl please visit:
http://www.gardengoose.blogspot.com/
I have a great recipe to share and a story to go along with it. My great-grandmother passed down a great recipe for what we called Mustard Pickles but it really wasn't pickles. She was good to share and it was always a treat at family dinners. I bottled it for many years and one year early in our marriage served it at a dinner for my in-laws. My mother-in-law became very excited when she saw the bowl on the table and after tasting it became emotional. She said that her mother has always made it but had passed away without sharing the recipe. She was estatic that I had the recipe. For many years after I would make her a few bottles when I made mine.
I just made a trip to the storeroom hoping against hope that I had 1 bottle left down there but alas I did not. I so wanted to post a picture of it. If I hadn't just finished a party for 40 people this afternoon and have another one for 30 tomorrow I would have run down to the store and whipped up a small batch just for a picture. Going to my mother-in-laws Monday morning- I'll check out her storage room and see if she has a bottle I can photograph for this post. Anyway,
here's the recipe.
Grandmother Finnie's Mustard Pickles
1 Qt cucumbers- sliced or chunks
1 Qt small pickling onions
4 green peppers
1 large head cauliflower
Prepare--Cover with brine (1 cup salt to 3 quarts boiling water) and let stand 24 hours.
Drain-- cover with hot water for 30 minutes- drain.
Sauce--3 cups sugar (I use more to taste)
1 Cup flour
1/2 cup dry mustard
1 tbsp celery seed and tumerec
2 quarts vinegar
Make sauce and add vegetables and heat to boiling point.
Then bottle and seal.
To learn more about being a Farm Girl please visit:
http://www.gardengoose.blogspot.com/
Thursday, April 17, 2008
WE'RE HAVING A WEDDING
Our Baby Boy is getting married soon. His beautiful Bride is adored by our family.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
FARMGIRL MEANING/FARMGIRL HEART
Garden Goose is having a contest for 6 weeks on "Being a Farmgirl". Don't really care if I win a prize or not but having been raised on a 6 generation farm I thought it might give me some good material for my blog. The theme for this week is "What does being a Farm Girl mean to you?".
Since I haven't really lived on our farm for 45 years being a Farm Girl means memories to me. I visit our farm usually once a week to see my Mom and Aunt. I am one of 15 first cousins and many of them still live on family property. Our original homestead papers are signed by a President of the United States. Growing up on a farm in the 40's and 50's-- it just didn't get any better. To share with other farm girls and to learn about the Farm Girl way of life visit:
Yep--that me, I'm a farm girl
Oldest little brother - just learn'n the trade
My Dad and Granddad
We always had dogs and horses
My Dad with our farm in the background
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
Why would a sane lady (o.k. the vote is still out on that one) tear out a fairly low maintenance yard 18 years ago and plant an extremely high maintenance one. One reason is that it was really good Therapy. Not cheaper than therapy considering the money we have spent on plants and everything that goes with them but alot more fun. My husband came home from work one summer day in 1990 and discovered I had taken a chain saw to the shrubs in the back yard. I did enough damage that we could only go forward. Re-did the entire N.E.S.W. of the yard and loved it. It gave me joy and good times to say nothing of aches and pains for several years. I don't think I once gave a thought to the fact that I was getting older each year and this was just going to get harder. For the past 4 years I have been trying to get it back to a managable amount of work. I have 500 bulbs for the spring and I plant things that will bloom in the fall-- because did I mention that we don't live here in the summer. Go figure. Can you tell I spent the entire day in the yard and I'm now looking for the industrial strength Ibuprofen.
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