Beautiful Fall Saturday--what're your plans today?
I spent most of today shopping. Benny and I went to Lowe's where I checked out refrigerator prices. Butch and I will have to decide what to do with our "unrepairable" frig. I'm thinking if we buy one at Lowe's they will come and haul off our old broken one!
Then we went by Hobby Lobby to visit "Mommy" and pick up some yarn. Benny didn't want to let Mommy go. He cried and then she cried, and then I felt awful about us popping in for a visit. I did pick up some new sock yarn to start some new projects. I'm so bored here when Butch is gone. Benny is pretty good about tolerating me crocheting in the evenings.
I'm giving Eileen's salsa chicken another try this evening. I'm using the boneless chicken thighs, like she suggested, but I'm just cooking it on the stovetop. I added onion, bell pepper, garlic, salsa, cream of mushroom soup, and a little chicken broth. It's smelling pretty good now. Gonna serve it with rice and black beans. I hope Benny will eat some of it. I used mild salsa just for him.
Love you all!
Vickie
We took four of our grandkids to a local farm for the day. They rode horses (ponies), fed baby pigs, and bottle fed calves, fed chickens, climbed in dried corn, picked apples, and some pumpkins, and went on a hay ride to the corn field maze. By the end of the six hour day, there wasn't any thing that we didn't do, including tasting fresh apple pie. We came home with hay in our hair, a trunk filled with apples and four large pumpkins and a dozen or so varities of winter squash. The owner of the farm told us to come back next week and he should have some fresh pears. Oh, and he gave us two dozen of fresh and I mean fresh eggs and two gallons of whole cows milk. I'm separting the cream from the milk now and tomorrow I will pasturize the milk and the cream will be used to make some chocolate pies. As much fun as the children had and as much nostalgia as the farm brought back to my mind, I was so glad to get away from all that hay, cow manure, and pig pens. I may have been raised a farm girl; I'm a city girl now and would not live on a farm again for all the fresh eggs in the world…although those eggs are so dang good.
Now the kids are passed out, granddads reading, and I'm making apple butter. My neighbor came over with the first batch and said, is that apple butter and I said, yes, and he said, wow, and I said, before you leave, take a jar. Now this is my underwear neighbor (he runs around in his underwear). But, he does give me all the tomatoes that we can eat so I loaded him up with apple butter and some fresh apples.
Well, that's it for my day.
