This is not a garden blog, but you might see an article concerning gardening. It is a blog about me and the cultivation of my life. This is a place where I air my opinions and ideas. There will be stories about what is happening or has happened. I like to write poems, some will be good and some will be bad. I am never bored, I hope you won't find what I write about boring. Thank you for sharing time with me.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

GREAT COOKING PANS FOR WOOD STOVES

FISHER BABY BEAR
Warmer days, snow's gone,
Mother Nature, this time won,
Nights, towards morning, chill,
Getting out of bed a thrill.

Breezes through windows drift,
Giving us a spiritual lift,
I shiver, starting a fire,
Fulfilling immediate desires.

Frying pan, on the stove set,
Bacon, ready in minuets,
Perfection, over easy eggs,
Fried in the bacon dregs.

My day began with a chill,
I'm warm now, on my hill,
Breakfast over, soup pot's on,
All the dishes, are now done.

I can't tell you how happy I was when I awoke to the furnace coming on.  Why, the why is because that meant the house's temp was cold enough I could start a fire in the wood stove.  We don't have the stove for heat all the time.  It is a little stove, not the size to heat the 1000 square feet by 19 ft tall area.  If the electric is off in a storm and it is Zero outside it will heat the area as long as I am there to feed it wood and keep a roaring fire in it.

This morning I went to look up info on our little stove to share with you.  I received a surprise.  My stove has become a collectors item.  Except for needing a good exterior cleaning and painting our stove is in great condition.  We bought it probably the second year they were manufactured.  It has been in yearly use since then.  We also bought a Mama bear stove.  It is in our basement (I wish we had used it upstairs.)  We can't switch them because we had the flue out the back go directly into the fireplace  system.  It has its own chimney with the fireplace and the other stove.
As you can see in  the picture, we have a small "camp" oven which fits on top the stove.   It does an admirable job of baking if it is cold enough out side to crank up the fire really hot.

These muffins weren't made today.  They are from a colder morning.  The challenge with the little oven is to find pans which fit the shelves.  They are not removable.  I do have another oven which has sliding shelves but it doesn't have a thermostat, it is a very ancient one.
It doesn't have the insulation the one I am using does.  This one bakes with a more even temp.

The muffin pan you see barely fits.  I have a square stainless pan which works.  Several of my corning wear dishes work well.  Of course cake pans and bread pans work well.

This brings us around to pans for the stove top.  Cast iron of course are fabulous.  Sometimes it takes a lot to preheat them to cooking temp.

I am crazy for "All Clad" Pans but recently I have found two pans which outshine them on the wood stove and on the conventional stove (we have electric).  I happened on one pan at the re-sell-it shop.  It was a medium size skillet.  Everything I have is either small or humongous I hadn't a medium size frying/sauteing pan.  This pan had a thick disk on the bottom and I wondered if that would help or hinder.  It was made by Revere ware in 1986.  It was called "Triply"  It has been discontinued.  They designed it for use with the new flat top stoves which came out then.  This is my very favorite pan, it's only draw back it doesn't come in a larger size with straight sides.

If you have a wood stove you like to cook on, I recommend you procure one for yourself.  The series came in a stock pot and a 9 inch fry pan and a 1 quart sauce pan.    The pan comes up to cooking temp almost immediately. If the stove is real hot I have to use my antique heat diffuser to control the heat.  The pan works even better on an electric stove.  I can crisp fry things on the low burner setting once it has been preheated.

I was wishing I had the stock pot when a local grocery ran a promotional.  It was earn points through purchasing groceries and exchange them for cook pans.    I really wasn't interested but we shopped there anyway so the points were collected.  Hunny does the shopping so I hadn't seen the items.  When it came time to redeem the points I told hunny to get the stock pot I can always use another large pot to blanch in.

It turned out to have a triply disk on the bottom.  I had never heard of the brand before so was skeptical of the quality.   It was "Thomas Rosenthal professional cookware".  When I looked it up it evidently is mainly sold through promotional events.    The stock pot was 8 qts  stainless steel with a glass lid.  It did not have Teflon interior (which I would have thoroughly rejected).

Both of these pans I highly recommend.  They are almost no stick when you use the old adage, "Hot pan Cold oil, food won't stick."  They hold heat and cook at lower temps than other pans I have tried.
Clean up has been a breeze.  If there are cooked on bits....a little soaking or light scrubbing with a plastic scratchy pad usually takes care of it.

Happy cooking.   BTW...I have no affiliation with any cookware  manufacturer I am just a very satisfied consumer.
Other blog sites by me:
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
 

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission

Thursday, February 26, 2015

SNOW

This is not a black and white picture.  This is how leaded the skies were.
Flakes, nickel sized,
Minuscule drops of water, comprised,
Covered, no warmth contained,
Cold, it remained.

No sound, moments frozen,
 Seconds into hours, woven,
Time, standing still,
Thrill.


Other blog sites by me:
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.
  

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
 

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

AGEING: WHEN DID I GET OLD?

I was listening to news last night, which is not news, because it is a regular routine with me.  We have a Son in the Navy and world affairs is something I have a need to know.  There was the usual mass destruction, murdering of the masses, and political torture.  

Then came the local news.  We have the social injustices, murder in the masses and mass destruction.  This time of year the news is filled with notices of fires due to people using space heaters to keep warm.  This last week there was an apartment fire which was a 7 alarm fire.  I haven't heard the cause yet but I wonder, was this a space heater incident?

The day before a grandmother and her two great grandchildren died in a space heater caused fire.

I know others listen to the same news  I do, and people have been warned about the dangers using space heaters and precautions they should take.  This saddens me, people are being so negligent.  What does this have to do with Ageing?  Not a thing.  It was listening to news which alerted me to the fact, I am getting old.

18 year Wedding Anniversary

Someone forgot to give me the news.  I thought my aches and pains were due to too much work, to abuse of my extremities from being overweight.  The years I tortured my muscles working with and struggling with animals which weighed 8-10 times more than I did.  Bouncing around on a mower mowing several acres doesn't improve the back either.

I am only half listening to the news when they mention something about someone helping an elderly gentleman.  Stating he was 70 years old.  Earlier that day I was speaking with a friend who said she had to help her elderly father move.  I asked her his age and she said he was 72.  

I said, "Wait a minute.  This age isn't elderly, I will be 70 in June and my husband will be 75 in March."  
She said they were very ill.  
Is this what decides if you are elderly at a certain age?  
Is it based on mental and physical health?  
Is elderly a state of mind not a chronological age?  



Other blog sites by me:
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.
  

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
 

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission

Thursday, January 29, 2015

LATKES: ONLY ONE WAY TO EAT THEM

The only way to eat a Latke is right out of the pan.  They can't be saved in the oven to be served as a side dish for breakfast or supper {they get horribly flaccid}.  The dinner has to be on the table and the cook has to be cooking them while everyone is sitting down to eat.  Actually standing next to the cook with your hand out is the best way.   Don't worry about greasy fingers, that's what napkins are for.  There is something about the flavor and texture of a latke that has been flipped onto the paper towel to drain and sprinkled with salt and picked up as soon as it is cool enough not to burn the roof of your mouth.   I'm drooling while typing this!  Just the idea prompts the salivary glands to exude.
I'm a little late for Chanukah.  I do have an excuse.  I wasn't home for the holiday.  The man in my life, for the last fifty years, was left to fend for himself.  Needless to say fixing latkes was not at the top of his to do list.  He does adore them though.
What's not to like about a latke?  Latkes are downright sinful.  From the oil to fry them in, the salt needed for flavor, and the eggs; without which they would not be crispy. 
You have the high carbs in the potatoes. 

They do have a redeeming value, they are a comfort food.  They bring with their smell, when cooking, memories of past family gatherings. 
Their downfall, you can't eat just one.
 For more blogs by me visit at:
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
 

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

SALUTE TO A NAVY SON

Each day I check the page,
To see the little boy, who doesn't age,
He'll always reside in my heart,
The little boy who is very smart.

He's gone to who knows where,
We never know if he is there,
He's protecting the rights of others,
For his worldly sisters and brothers.

At night, my arm's no longer cradle,
He is now a man with a label,
His inner pride, and self strength,
Give him the will to go to lengths.

To make decisions for his fellow mates,
Protecting his friends from fifty states,
Children who used to be cradled in mother's arms,
Trying to keep them from daily harms.

Our son is going to be Forty-seven January 29.  We couldn't be prouder of the man he's become.  His journey was not the trip we would have chosen for him.  He decided on a whim to join the Navy.  (He was already registered to attend Missouri University).

We should have known this might have been the direction he was headed.  Fourth of July was his favorite holiday.  He saved every dime he could for fireworks and treated us each year to a display.  

He comes from a long line of patriotic men. 

Father was in the Army.
An uncle who is a Captain in the Navy.
An uncle who is a Lt. Colonel in the Air Force.
Three great uncles who were in the Army in World War II.
A great uncle who was in the Army in Korea.
A great Uncle in the Air force
A great Grandfather who was in the Coast guard in 1914.
A great Grandfather who was in the Navy in World War I. 

I know I have forgotten some family members who believe in our country and believe in protecting our rights.  I apologize, what you did is no less important, I am writing this without researching family ties.

We want to Thank the Captains of our Son's Aircraft Carrier for taking care of the little boy who means so much to us.  Thank you for putting yourselves in danger protecting our right to make decisions and choices.  
Keeping oppression from our shores.


Other blog sites by me:
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
 

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

PIT BULLS: SHOULD YOU HAVE ONE?

We are aware of the horror stories about Pit Bulls but we are finding these "Staffordshire Terriers", if they were called by their true name would live up to the ideal their proper name implies. (Staffordshire China is a very fine English Bone china.)
 
Our dumped dog, despite his uncertain beginnings, has adjusted to family life and thrived under the gentle touch.  We have recorded his stories here:  http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

The ownership of any dog should not be taken lightly.  No matter what their size, they are an investment.  They should not be an impulse acquisition.  I strongly suggest dogs shouldn't be a gift.  Getting a dog is a personal decision.  If you want to gift a dog, take the person you are gifting with you,  to choose their own pet.  I have found the pet chooses you as much as you choose them.  Any pet loves wonderful care but a bond happens when you are choosing a pet.  What is cute to you may not be as cute to someone else. Not only will you be giving a gift of love but you will be sharing a really special moment with the person you are gifting.

When "Boychik" was dumped we didn't choose him.  He chose us first.  He didn't run away.  He was there to greet us.  He listened to everything we said.  He gave us time to decide to choose him.  Believe me when I tell you we did everything we could to find his owners or to find a home.  He was everything we thought we didn't want in a dog.  He was too big, he had short hair, people who came to our house would be put off by him, we weren't wanting a dog, and the list of excuses not to own him goes on.  My hunny was the hard one to get to even think about another dog.  When he saw the pit bull he said we needed to take him to the shelter.  He said, "You know the reputation these dogs have."  Now he and the dog are best friends.  If someone desired to have him part of their family they would be grilled and placed under as much scrutiny as if they were adopting a child before he would part with him.

You'll need skills to take care of a pit bull.  If they're already grown you will need the additional skill of being a psychologist.  I am not saying this in jest, I am  saying it because they will have already established who they thought they were and how they thought they fit into the Human world.  Most of the times you will have to ferret out by hook or crook what they know or don't know.  The best way to do that is to begin with what you want from them.  As you teach them the routines of your house hold there will be moments where you realize the dog is exhibiting a learned behavior you don't like.  The time to take care of it is the moment it happens.  You need to reinforce the accepted behavior.  BTW,  Our pit bull did not need a treat reinforcement, he just wanted to please us.  We did give treats but saved them just for loving time.  I am not a dog trainer so I don't know if this method is right but for us it works.  The treat we offer when he does what we want, is hugs and loving and praise.

There is a book which can be extremely helpful in establishing your position as head honcho.  "Second Hand Dog" by Carol lea Benjamin.  This is an extremely simple book to follow.  The instructions are explicit.  If you follow them you can have a peaceful transition from his old life to his new one.  Yes, if he is mentally in bad shape you will have to work a little harder and be a little more diligent in your training. 

When I see our "boy" dreaming.  You can tell when he is dreaming of his past life.  We may never be able to eradicate the dreams but we can make his waking moments dreamy.  When we watch him dream we know dogs can have PTSS too.  Be wary of any dog exhibiting symptoms, no matter how loyal he seems he may not be able to control his reactions.

Questions you should ask yourself: 

First: are you a family who likes big dogs?  These dogs get large.  It is said they are 50-60 pounds.  Boychik when he weighed in for his "Altering" was 77.4 pounds.  The vet puts his age at just barely one year old.  (He is not over weight, yet!) This dog is tremendously strong.  When he leans against you, with love, he could knock you over if you are small or light weight.  They do not intend to use their weight against you, they truly do not know their own strength.  They need a place to run and use those muscles.  The pent up energy expresses itself in the way he acts in the home.  He needs to move.  When he can't, he gets bored and starts to look for things to do. This translates into another, what can be an annoying habit, chewing.

Pit Bulls love to chew, mouth, use their flubber lips to touch everything.  They are like their fingers.   They like to use those massive teeth to crunch.  You know how you like to have something to eat just for the crunch.  They are the same way.  They derive pleasure in the feel of the crunch.  We provided ours with those huge knuckle bones of  cows.  He needs to chew, he demolished those in two days, that gets to be expensive at 4-5 dollars a piece.  (This is not a puppy thing, it seems they never grow out of the urge to chew).

We searched for something he would enjoy.  It has turned out to be logs.(There have been suggestions to get a product called a "Kong", but we haven't been by a store where they are.) We have to look for logs which are dried dead wood and are a hard wood.  other wise they end up a pile of splinters.  He has his favorite logs, are about 3 inches in diameter and about 18 inches long.  He carries them to wherever he is sleeping.  He has been known to drag a split oak log to his lair in the woods and chew the bark off it.

This chewing things also extends to other textures.  Do not let them chew on anything you don't want them to chew on where the equivalent of that would be something good or treasured.  I.E. an empty toilet paper roll is the same texture as a file folder.  (They will self serve out of an open drawer). 

Stuffed animals have been a G-d send.  Be prepared if you have small children with "animals " they need to be trained to keep their babies out of the reach of your Pit Bull.  The Pit bulls adore the soft squishy things.  I remove the eyes and nose and any hard parts from the stuffed animals I give him.  He will crunch those and possibly swallow them.  boychik pulls all the stuffing out of them.  Then he carries the unstuffed toy around with him.  He places them where ever he sleeps.  He knows they are his and treasures them.

Secondly:  Can you be a strict disciplinarian.  You can't be a pit bull owner if you are going to be wishy washy about their training.  They need consistent rules.  They are not a dog you can rough house with.  Not because they are mean but because they are that strong.  What they do in play can be very dangerous to you.

A 20 pound puppy is not a threat to you but if he is doing the same thing at 60 pounds he can do a lot of damage.  Example:  The other day I played a tug of war with Boycix, for just a few seconds.  It was the first time.  He had a log he loves and I pulled on it laughing saying for him to give it too me (tugging and pulling at it). I then let him have it.  On the way back to the porch I picked up a wind fall branch to put on the pile.  All of a sudden I was hit in the side with a full body block.  He thought I picked up the branch to play with him and he was trying to grab it out of my hands.  It took me ten minutes to get him to understand he couldn't have the stick unless I gave it to him.  If I had been a small child I would have been knocked over and when he was trying to get the stick from me he might have bitten me.  He would not have done it intentionally.  He would have been thinking I was the stick to be grabbed.

Tug of war is one of the things which should never  be introduced to a pit bull.  It is a natural instinct for them, it is what they would do in the wild if they were fighting for food.

Biting anything for fun is a prescription for disaster.

If your dog has not been taught to listen when you say a command and respond immediately, you are setting the stage for bad things to happen. 

Boychix has never shown signs of aggression, no matter what the situation.  He has never had to be reproached for making a move which would or could be considered of violent kind.   Mild manners and the need to please us, is all we see.  Just because of our wonderful experience doesn't mean you will have an equal experience with yours.  Be mindful of any second hand dog and be very consistent in their training.  (This rule is very important for any puppy you bring home.)

Thirdly:  This breed of dog seems to be needier of attention than any other dog we've raised.  He wants to do anything to please but at the same time he wants validation and notice from you that he did good.  In my opinion they are not a dog, which will do good if they are left for several hours each day.

Fourth:  If you do not like hound dog smell.  Bassets, dachunds, beagles, hound dogs, They all have a peculiar smell that long haired dogs do not have.  I call it "that doggie Smell."  We have bathed Boychix and he still smells.  It is not as strong as some short hair varieties but it is there.  I haven't gotten used to the "doggie" smell of a short haired dog.  Or to the heavy shedding  he does, with all those teeny tiny hairs. (Regular brushing doesn't seem to help). So if you are particular about smells and fur on stuff, you do not want a pit bull. 

Would I recommend you run out and get your own pit bull.  The answer to that is no.  He does have his limitations.  We have to constantly go over his education of commands needed.  We have to be very vigilant about not leaving chewables down where he is (they are a very mouthy dog, but they are only slobbery right after they drink. Other wise they have a dry mouth).  So far we have to have a strict routine, he doesn't like changes.  He also needs constant attention when you are in his vicinity.  If you have an apartment this is not the dog for you.  This dog reminds me of an extroverted person.  He is always on the go, constantly needing input, always wanting to show off, showing you he loves you in a very demonstrative way.  If you want a passive dog, this is not it.  BTW, When he gets quiet he does that in a big way too......He snores.

This reminds me, our pit bull is not a barker.  If he barks we know something needs attention.  He is also not a watch dog, yet.  Everyone who drives up is either ignored or they are the best friend he never met.

There are other pros and cons I could list.  It is the same with any dog you get.  Remember when you acquire a dog, size does matter.

A Pit Bull is not for everyone, neither is a Gray Hound or a Jack Russell terrier but there is a dog out there to fit your needs and needs you. 

Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.
 
A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 
 
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle
 
All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission

Sunday, June 15, 2014

FATHER'S DAY

People in the USA, celebrate this day,
It's set aside for one who means so much,
Even those who can't be with their Dad,
Find a way to keep in touch.
 
All week, in preparation of this day,
On the media you heard,
What does your Dad mean to you?
That question, many memories stirred.
 
I remember seeing the world so big,
On his shoulders I did sit,
An oak tree fallen in the storm,
The roots, to the sky did lift.
 
I remember feeling very scared,
Crossing a creek on an old oak tree,
He was in the bed below,
Arms held up, ready to catch me.
 
Gathering pecans on a blustery fall day,
Smelling burning leaves, roasting hot dogs,
The day was almost gone,
Toasty warm, sitting on downed logs.
 
Fourth of July, friends from Mexico,
Shared with us the best tamales,
Dad cranked the ice cream maker,
Telling us when to add salt and ice.
 
Sparklers that night did not compare,
With the fireflies nature did supply,
Happily, he walked us home,
Awed by the bright stars in the sky.
 
What does my Dad mean to me,
All the memories I have stored,
The times when he was needed,
And there are so many, many more.
 
Thank you Dad, for all you gave to me,
Not the bicycle, not the ice skates,
Not the fancy dress for prom,
For letting me  make my own mistakes.
 
Thank you for letting me marry my man,
Fifty years he's cared for me,
From the sidelines you did watch,
There were times you'd disagree.
 
Thank you for your tutelage,
For all your helpful hints,
Thanks for understanding,
When you really wanted to flinch.
 
What 's Dad mean to me,
Without my Dad, would I be?
I wouldn't be me.
 
 
Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/
Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup who has become a hidden treasure.
 
A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 
 
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle
 
All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.
I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .
Please do not copy without permission