Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Italian Meatballs Bolognese
Sometimes a big fat spicy meatball just hits the spot. Classic bolognese sauce with anchovy & lotsa fresh garlic simmered for a couple hours ... then I added the meatballs spiced up with red pepper flakes & green onions/herbs, eggs, breadcrumbs and parmesan cheese & simmered some more. Sided up with a big green salad & garlic toast ~ Mama Mia, dat's Italian!
Kansas Backroads In The Fall
Went for a cruise out into the boonies yesterday ~ took the backroads to my favorite fishing hole ... had my poles with me but never wet a line ~ just enjoyed the beautiful weather and scenery.
Far from the maddening crowd......
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Burning Leaves
There's orange and gold and scarlet on the fields
Beside the somber black of earth new-plowed
A woman burning red and yellow leaves
The pale blue spiral twisting to a cloud
One afternoon like this we walked alone
Through orchards and beneath a bent old oak
The spice of ripened apples mingling with
The faint and stirring pungency of smoke
No need of words to mar that perfect hour
Which hangs star-bright against the midnight blue
Of other days. A whole eternity
Is etched in poignant silences anew
These many years! Again the flowing flame
Of scarlet oak. Again the autumn sheaves
Love, laughter, pain and parting, life and death
Are blended in the smell of burning leaves
Zula Bennington Greene
aka "Peggy of the Flint Hills"
October 17, 1942
There's orange and gold and scarlet on the fields
Beside the somber black of earth new-plowed
A woman burning red and yellow leaves
The pale blue spiral twisting to a cloud
One afternoon like this we walked alone
Through orchards and beneath a bent old oak
The spice of ripened apples mingling with
The faint and stirring pungency of smoke
No need of words to mar that perfect hour
Which hangs star-bright against the midnight blue
Of other days. A whole eternity
Is etched in poignant silences anew
These many years! Again the flowing flame
Of scarlet oak. Again the autumn sheaves
Love, laughter, pain and parting, life and death
Are blended in the smell of burning leaves
Zula Bennington Greene
aka "Peggy of the Flint Hills"
October 17, 1942
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Indian Summer
John Prine ~ Killing The Blues
Leaves were falling .. just like embers
In colors red and gold they set us on fire
Burning just like a moonbeam .. in our eyes
Chorus:
Somebody said they saw me
Swinging the world by the tail
Bouncing over a white cloud
Killing the blues...
I am guilty of something
I hope you never do because there is nothing
Sadder than losing .. yourself in love
Chorus
Now you ask me .. just to leave you
To go out on my own and get what I need to
You want me to find .. what I've already had
In colors red and gold they set us on fire
Burning just like a moonbeam .. in our eyes
Chorus:
Somebody said they saw me
Swinging the world by the tail
Bouncing over a white cloud
Killing the blues...
I am guilty of something
I hope you never do because there is nothing
Sadder than losing .. yourself in love
Chorus
Now you ask me .. just to leave you
To go out on my own and get what I need to
You want me to find .. what I've already had
Flat Iron Steak Quesadillas
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Smoked Sausage And ABTs
Smoked sausage and ABTs ~ great snackins for football watchin' on a Saturday afternoon. Gonna use a few them ABTs to make an omelette this morning, too. Serranos from the Perrydize garden.
View off my back patio while I was smoking the the sausage & ABTs ~ do ya think I need to mow my yard? HUHHHH????
Homemade brisket/serrano sausage & ABTs stuffed with homemade pimento cheese & pulled pork. Japs from the Perrydize garden.
View off my back patio while I was smoking the the sausage & ABTs ~ do ya think I need to mow my yard? HUHHHH????
Homemade brisket/serrano sausage & ABTs stuffed with homemade pimento cheese & pulled pork. Japs from the Perrydize garden.
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Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Roasted Root Vegetables
Mais, gonna treat mahself to a steak t'night ~ got a nice big ol' flatiron marinatin' for to throw on the coals this evening ... just prepped these vegs fer hot roastin' to side up dat steak. What ... I LIKE veggies, so sue me! Thinkin' I might make some garlic toast wit dat fresh baked bread, too. God Bless America!
Sourdough Parmesan Beer Bread
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Chicken Pot Pie
Mais, I went all foo foo and lattice like on the biscuit topping for this chicken pot pie ~ even put some parmesan cheese in the biscuit dough (Lord, I apologize for that ... and be wit them starving pygmies down there in New Guinea)
Here's what underneath dat foo foo biscuit topping ~ nice thick savory homemade chicken stew wit lotsa fresh veggies & chunks of slow-stewed chicken.
Well, I had the oven cranked up so I hauled off and baked a few soft, chewy peanut butter/oatmeal cookies too.
Here's what underneath dat foo foo biscuit topping ~ nice thick savory homemade chicken stew wit lotsa fresh veggies & chunks of slow-stewed chicken.
Well, I had the oven cranked up so I hauled off and baked a few soft, chewy peanut butter/oatmeal cookies too.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Soup And Sourdough
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Nickel's Worth Of Grits
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday Breakfast On Da Bayou
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Honeyed Peach Cobbler
Friday, September 18, 2009
Winfield Weekend
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I've been very blessed over the years to have many good friends, and most of them are talented musicians. I have no idea why these talented people let me hang around with them, because I cain't carry a tune in a bucket ~ but in any case, this is the weekend of the great Walnut Valley Festival (know simply as Winfield to us) and it got me to thinking about some of the good times I've had with these folks above. Laissez le bons temps roulez!!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tex-Mex Pizza
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Crunky Breakfast Biscuits
Mais, I got lost at the groceria this morning ~ hadn't had mah cawfee yet & was looking fer something quick for breakfast ... found mahself in the canned meat isle & spied a can of bacon SPAM ... dat's right, bacon-studded SPAM. Now, how's a bubba like me gonna pass that up, huhhh?? Came home and fried it up and slapped it on a scratch buttermilk cathead wit a splash of Tabasco and a drizzle of homemade blackberry jam. It was so gawdawful I ate 3 of them. Now ... it's time to crack a beer and settle in for an afternoon of NFL action.