
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Italian Meatballs Bolognese

Kansas Backroads In The Fall


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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



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Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Roasted Root Vegetables

Sourdough Parmesan Beer Bread
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Chicken Pot Pie



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!!