Jammin’

Today is one of those days. It’s chilly and raining outside and all plans for putting in new fence were put on hold for a job that could be done inside.

These decisions are always ultimately left up to the hubby, because if he really wants to get something done, the weather won’t stop him.

Well, today he decided it was time to make jam, Rhubarb Jam. YUM!

But this made me feel a little sad, ya see, I work part time from home for a small business, updating their website and social media sites.

Today happened to be a day I needed to work, so I wasn’t going to get in on the yearly jam making, except for drooling over the mouthwatering sweetness that would waft down the stairs.

I had already pulled some of our rhubarb just after Mother’s Day and made a few little cobblers to deliver to my mom and some others on the way.

Kayla pulled the majority of the rest of ours last night, and Chelsey picked some of our neighbors’ this morning.

At lunch time I came up from the basement to make Fajitas. I had taken a Beef flank steak out of the freezer and settled on a Pinterest recipe from one of my favorite cooks, Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman.

I whipped up the marinade and sliced the peppers and onions last night and combined them with the flank steak to marinate overnight.

I cranked the stove to high, added the peppers and onions to the pan and in 5 minutes flat I had the house smelling like a Steakhouse! Man it smelled good!

While I was cooking, Chelsey washed and trimmed the Rhubarb. Dan set the table and shredded the cheese and we called Reed for lunch and sat down to try the new recipe.

It was pretty good and I think this recipe is a keeper.

As we put the leftovers away I dreaded leaving the kitchen. I absolutely hate days like this when I would rather be doing what the rest of my family is, especially when they’re in the kitchen!

Uhhh…  to the basement I went.

I could hear the progress upstairs as I clicked on the keyboard below.

Chelsey chopped the Rhubarb while Dan did the cooking at the stove. After it was cooked down, he added sugar, pie filling and jello, and Chelsey pureed it and poured it into the jars.

Kayla got home in the middle of the afternoon and jumped in to help.

By 5 I couldn’t wait any longer for a taste. I headed up the stairs to see what progress they had made. I noticed that the sweetness of the jam cleared up all signs of the Fajitas I had made for lunch.

Cherry, Strawberry and Blueberry flavors had been created and I couldn’t wait to try my favorite, the Strawberry Rhubarb!

There were quite a few jars on the table and they had set a few of the big jars aside for the neighbor who had shared their rhubarb.

Reed, the official taste tester, sampled some of the Blueberry and his eyes got big and he “Mmmmmm’d” how good it was.

Chelsey and Dan told me that Reed had wanted to try a chunk of rhubarb earlier. He popped it in his mouth, made quite a face, and ran to the trash to spit it out! Ha ha!

Here are some pictures of them working on one of the last batches.

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This is where, “Food, Family, Farmin’ and Fun” come together on rainy, Spring days in the kitchen… Jammin’

Jersey Calf and Reed

R E S P E C T

So… you may have noticed my lack of posting lately. Or not. At this point I’m not really sure how strong of a following there is out there for a writer like me.

But this morning as I was out working in the cold and wind I had a revelation. Well, mostly I got angry.

Last week I had posted on my facebook page a picture of my 4 year old son trying to lead an incredibly cute, but stubborn 2 day old jersey heifer calf we had named “Queen”.

Jersey Calf and Reed

Now I understand that everything I post on my blog and facebook page is public. And I understand that everyone is entitled to their own opinion which is fueled by their own perspective.

What I had trouble understanding was how someone could come to the conclusion and actually comment on this photo “Friend or food?”

Now read that again. “Friend or food?”

Really?!?!? Someone is actually questioning this in this picture?

Now, I was really pissed. And who was this person asking such a question? Turns out it was a friend of a friend. I had never heard of them.

So, after cooling off half the day I responded with “What a silly question.”  Diplomatic, right?

To which I was met with “Not if you are from a city like I am,” she replied.

Really? Because if you live in the city then when you see a little boy trying to lead a potential Kiddie Calf Show prospect, your first thought is “Friend or food?”

Now this is what I was warned about when I told my husband I would like to blog about what it’s like living on a dairy farm.

And this is the kind of thing I told him I thought I would be able to help people with… understanding our perspective.

So my reply to her was “They are all our friends on the farm” 🙂

To which she almost immediately deleted her comments and unliked my page.

Hmmm. So this is what people can be like?

In my opinion she just had made something out of nothing.

And the longer I think about it, I might be making something out of nothing, but I’m going to take this opportunity to invite anyone who eats on this planet to….

Get out of the city… because that is not where your food is from! Grocery store and food co-op shelves don’t just magically grow food!

FARMERS do!

So let me ask you a question….

How many of you could actually put your own food on your table if you had to? How many of you could produce enough food to feed you and your own family for one year?

I know my family doesn’t at this point… yes, as my husband puts it, we have our own meat, milk and eggs from our farm, but that’s not enough.

I still depend on other FARMERS for fresh produce, the wheat ground for my flour, and I could go on and on and on!

Right now we are enjoying watermelon. Can I grow a watermelon for my family to be ripe and ready to eat in April? Heck no, but I thank the FARMER that made it possible.

Dan and I went to the movie “McFarland” recently on date night. Do you know what I gained appreciation for in that movie? I’ll try to describe it.

In the poor town of McFarland, most of the high school kids, along with everyone one old enough in their families to be out in the fields, were “pickers”. Pickers are the people who actually harvest all of the produce grown in the fields or pick the fruit from the trees.

They are up before dawn to ride out to the fields to pick as much as possible before school starts and after school they return to the fields.

These people are hard workers.

The cross country coach joined them one morning so he could get an understanding of what it was like. He said it was one of the hardest days of work he had ever put in.

Our three girls were all up and helping with chores before going to school too. And when they came home at night they helped with the nightly chores also.

And do you know what my girls are known to be? Hard working. Just like the kids in the movie.

Now, does the lady who commented on my picture know me or my family?

No.

And do I think that anyone that knows my family or has actually visited our farm would ever make a comment like that? I doubt it.

But what I wish the most, is that people wouldn’t be so quick to judge.

Another movie that can give you a new appreciation is “Farmland” . And if that isn’t enough…

Go to where your city co-ops grow their produce. Visit the farms that you drive by. Go out to the fields.

Talk to the farmers who are proud of the job they do everyday. Sometimes pride is the only pay we get. We’d be happy to share our perspective.

Lastly… get your hands dirty! Lose a couple hours of sleep to actually put your own food on your table. Work alongside the FARMERS and pickers and truckdrivers and stockers who put your food on those grocery store shelves.

The headlines are screaming “Consumers want to know where their food comes from…”

It’s more than just the label on the package. Get out there and experience it.

And STOP judging.

Gain some respect for the FARMERS that feed your family.

 

 

 

Just “friends”

I have a feeling I’m gonna need to ask for forgiveness at the end of this post. But don’t give up on me yet… just keep reading 🙂

It’s been a few days since I’ve shared anything about life here on the farm. And I’m trying to narrow down all the thoughts and directions this post could take.

It’s been a flurry of activity, mixed with cold and wind, just like outside today. A lot can happen in ten days around here.

Heck. A lot can happen in ONE day!

Since my last post, Valentine’s Day came and went. We had a special delivery at our house and this time the flowers weren’t for me.

See, usually it’s a toss-up between which daughter Dan can coerce to run to the nearest flower shop to pick up a beautiful bouquet for me. It’s become a bit of a family joke, and one I look forward to hearing about each year after the delivery.

However, this year proved to be a little different.

A bouquet of twelve RED roses arrived without a daughter’s assistance! In fact, it turned out to be FOR one of our daughters… and for the single one, too!

Rose Bouquet

Hmmmm…. now, what do you think ol’ dad thought about that?!?

When I got home from work and saw those beautiful roses, I had a big smile on my face! And Dan… Well, he just shook his head.

First, he had to break the news that they weren’t for me, which I imagine had him feeling a little guilty.

So, assuming they were for Kayla, our youngest daughter, I asked who were the roses FROM then?

“Cody”, he answered, “her…. ‘friend‘.”

Hmm… I could just imagine how the thoughts had rolled through his head when those roses had arrived…

  1. Roses?
  2. RED roses?!?!?
  3. AND a box of chocolates!!!
  4. AND A TEDDY BEAR?!?!?
  5. WHO IS THIS GUY?????????
  6. CODY????????
  7. CODY WHO?!?!?!

Kayla’s voice rose up when she said over and over… “Dad!!! We’re just friends!!!” to which dad replied, “Well, I can’t remember the last time I got RED roses from a ‘FRIEND!'”

Ha ha. I just laughed and shook my head, all the while smiling. And I imagine Kayla had turned just a shade redder than those roses!

She had escaped to work that day and later left for a trip with one of her best buddies.

While she was gone that weekend, I enjoyed the treat of fresh flowers in the house, even if they weren’t mine!

When she got home later that weekend, we all teased her pretty good. Dan wanted to know a little more about this “friend” and Kayla got the message that maybe it was time we meet this “friend” of hers.

A few days went by and we were talking during chores about the upcoming rodeo in Waterloo. Usually we all get to go, alternating chores with the girls so that some of us go on Friday night, and some go on Saturday.

Kayla nonchalantly mentioned that Cody would be coming over Friday night. She tried not to smile while she looked at the ground.

We looked at each other and all busted out laughing!

Ohhhh, Kayla. She was trying so hard not to smile but her face just couldn’t contain it!

She laughed too and looked at us all and said “Stop. Just stop. We’re just friends!” And we just laughed some more!

Dan and Chelsey tried winning tickets on the radio over and over that week for the rodeo, but with no luck. One morning, they heard the winner’s name come over the radio… “KEVIN FROM FAYETTE!”

Later that morning, our neighbor Kevin called to tell Dan the news. Last year we won tickets so we figured it was his turn.

The week went on, and Thursday night Kevin stopped over at Chelsey’s. He offered them the tickets to the rodeo, which she happily accepted.

However, by morning she had decided that meeting Kayla’s new “friend” would be more fun than the rodeo, so she passed them on to Cozie and Chase, who took Reed with them that night.

Chase, Reed and Cozie at the rodeo!
Must’ve been dark at the rodeo! Chase, Reed and Cozie

After chores, I worked on frying catfish while the girls helped me get the homemade garlic fries made. The brownies were fresh out of the oven and the sweet corn went in.

You would have thought that Chelsey had a new suitor arriving, as much as she checked out the window for Kayla’s new “friend” to drive in!

The dogs barking sent Chelsey to the window once more as she announced in an excited voice that Cody was finally here!

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BBQ Baby Back Beef Ribs, Oh My!

The day before Chris and Mom visited, I made 3 long slabs of Beef Baby Back Ribs. I love having our own Beef in the freezer and tend to store up these cuts for special occasions.

I figured putting up with the cold was a good enough occasion!

So here is how I made these fork-tender, exceptionally seasoned,  finger-lickin’ ribs.

  1. Season the whole slab on the meaty side with Cavender’s Greek Seasoning and Lawry’s Seasoning Salt. Pat it down with your hands so the seasoning stays on.
  2. Cut the ribs in between the bones to get single pieces
  3. Sear the ribs in a skillet, meaty side down, until golden
  4. Add them to a tall stock pot after seared
  5. Fill the pot with water so all the ribs are covered
  6. Add a Tablespoon of salt, a good dash of pepper, plenty of liquid smoke, and a sliced onion.
  7. Bring to a full boil (you will keep it uncovered the whole time)
  8. Turn down to low, just so it’s barely bubbling, and let it simmer all afternoon (Add water, if needed, to keep the ribs covered)
  9. Before heading out for chores I turned it off so it could cool.
  10. When I got back in I turned the oven on to 350 degrees
  11. Drain off all of the water and dispose of it (Do not put this down your sink!)
  12. Cover a sheet pan with foil and spray it with cooking spray
  13. Place the ribs on the sheet pan
  14. Squirt a line of Sweet Baby Ray’s BBQ Sauce down each rib
  15. With the back of a spoon, spread the BBQ sauce over the whole top of the rib
  16. Bake 20 to 30 minutes until heated through and the BBQ has set
  17. Enjoy!
Beef Ribs
I’m not sure this picture does them justice, but boy were they good!

I happened to have a couple left when Mom and Chris stopped by so naturally, I had to get mom’s opinion…

Mom gave me good reviews as she easily pulled them apart with her fork
Mom gave good reviews as they easily pulled apart with her fork! “Mmmm… Tender!”

This is the kind of meal you wish you could have more often, but as my husband says…

“They take some time to make, but they sure are good!”