Still stealing deer food.
And when it’s too big to finish in one sitting?
They’re still planting.
And I’m still cleaning up scattered dirt.
And squirrel poo.
Help me out with this…
Aren’t teenagers supposed to grow up and move out?
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CSA, grocery shopping in Maine… and pie.
A slightly smaller bounty this week as the neighbor we split with liked more of the offerings than we did.
But there were fairy tale eggplants, so I should probably start this blog with Once Upon a Time.
Once Upon a Time in Maine…. a local grocery store advertised their weekly ware.
Squid jigs at the grocery store.
You know you’re in Maine when….
And meanwhile down at the River ranch, there was pie.
Glorious lattice crust fresh blueberry pie.
No, I couldn’t wait for it to cool completely.
And yes, I had pie for breakfast the next morning.
If that’s wrong?
I don’t want to be right.
Blue Monday.
We’re extremely blue at Casa River.
And loving every minute of it.
Our bushes are full of ripe fruit and we can’t pick fast enough.
The neighbors get a bowl.
The postman gets a bowl.
If y’all lived closer, you’d get a bowl as well.
After picking, it was time to dig out my favorite blueberry recipes.
The coffee cake was wonderful.
Bursting with fat juicy fruit.
Unfortunately, the cobbler didn’t cobble.
The berries were so big the batter didn’t squeeze up through, but sat at the bottom and made cake instead.
Of course, now that I think about it….
There’s nothing wrong with upside down cobbler.
It still tastes fabulous.
So if you care to share your favorite recipe…. I’m all ears.
And blue fingers.
For Boo, as requested.
Because everyone wants pizza.
The husband stopped for gas the other day in his truck. Since I wasn’t with him, he opted for a little haute cuisine a la convenience store.
Pizza slices in hand…. he settled into the truck cab to munch.
And then?
This:
A seagull spotted him. ( Or more likely his pizza )
Husband said the silly thing squawked up a storm, pacing back and forth on the hood.
When that didn’t earn him any pizza, he attacked the windshield wipers.
Husband said it was such a spectacle, people were taking pictures and one woman asked if she could put it on Facebook.
So if you see a retired Marine in a black Ford truck looking like Tippi Hendren on your news feed?
That’s my man.
And his new seagull friend.
What is it with men and old westerns?
They say there’s a little boy in every man….. and if that’s true?
Mine is playing cowboys and Indians.
Left to his own devices, my husband could easily watch the western channel 24 hours a day. I know…. because True Grit, Fort Apache and Rio Bravo have been the background soundtrack to my life for the past 36 years.
He likes westerns, ergo he likes John Wayne.
Not as a real person, he neither knows nor cares who that was….. but rather as an idealized portrait of what a real man is supposed to be. At least on screen.
So when we went to Lowes the other day and were standing on the check out line? You know he had to grab this:
“Manly meals”.
I’m sure you can hear my eyes rolling from there.
Who knew my husband wanted to be a cookout legend?
The man who has never read a recipe in his life, but had to buy this book. And may I just say?
I was not impressed.
That is the saddest excuse for steak I’ve ever seen. And with pesto made from cilantro as an accompaniment? The Duke and his horse should be run out of town with their heads hanging down in shame.
Now correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Texas do everything up big?
If so, these are misnamed…. because those are the skimpiest, most pathetic tacos to ever grace a shell.
And I’m from Maine.
We fill our tacos with haddock and lobster… what do we know?
I’ll spare you the Gun Smokey Barbecue Chicken and the Ringo Kid’s Skirt Steak, but suffice it to say I doubt any of Wayne’s dishes will ever make it to our table.
And now, because this is my blog and you know I can’t help myself…. here’s one final picture of the quintessential manly man.
You can thank me later.
A disturbing trend.
Remember how I posted about a red pepper that wanted a kiss a while back?
Well, the creepy food phenomenon continues.
My potatoes are smiling.
And my blueberry pancakes are giving me the eye.
I’m beginning to dread going in the kitchen.
Odd products.
Because sometimes you have to look twice.
To me, this looks like strips of wet, tie dyed paper and as such… not the least bit appetizing.
Oh, it’s a healthy vegetable?
Well that explains it.
I’ll try it as soon as I finish my pile of kale.
Hundreds of customers are rarely wrong, but while I like a good massage as much as the next girl?
I’m not using something that looks like my great grandfather’s ballsack.
Just…. no.
This last product isn’t necessarily odd, but it did make me wonder.
Have I been using nail polish made from rendered beef fat all these years?
A blue bounty.
We’ve been having an unusually hot dry summer so I was a little worried our blueberry harvest would be small.
But the bushes are positively laden with fruit.
And in some places, look like grapes.
We did our first picking the other day…
And I see pie in our future.
As well as coffee cake, crumble, lemon blueberry pound cake, buckle and muffins.
If we can beat these little bastards to the berries that is.
No one wants pancakes that squirm.
A veritable squirrel pantry…..
I was sitting in the living room reading when movement caught my eye.
On closer inspection:
Knowing this was not going to end well, I went outside to chase the little red bastard investigate.
Momma squirrel was back.
When she saw me, she ran.
And I thought, there.
That was easy.
But she wasn’t running because I’d scared her.
No.
She was just looking for a place to stash the apple chunk she’d stolen from the deer.
I found this piece, and 4 others in various nooks and crannies of the table and chairs.
The next morning? 3 more pieces.
So now, everyday when I go outside?
I have to pull half eaten apple pieces out of our patio furniture before the ants descend.
Good times.
I hate that squirrel!
CSA, grocery store oddities and…. pie.
Our neighbor’s farm is still churning out a bounty.
This week it was fresh basil, beets, parsley, Boston lettuce, giant scallions, heirloom zucchini and a large radish.
But oh, what a beautiful radish it was…
Who knew they could be so gorgeous!
This week at my local grocery store…
Seriously, are we back to hoarding paper towels now?
WTF.
It’s enough to make me want to grab a pitchfork and storm someone’s pantry. The world is not ending Karen… you don’t need 72 rolls of Bounty.
On another note, this –
Parmesan style what?
And why in hell would anyone buy fake cheese.
For all we know that stuff is grated styrofoam.
Sprinkle it on your spaghetti or cushion that garden gnome you’re mailing to Aunt Edna.. it’s nothing if not versatile.
And finally…. pie.
But not the fruit or cream variety.
Shepherd’s Pie, one of my husband’s favorite comfort foods.
Made with ground lamb thank you very much. If it’s beef, it’s Cottage Pie.
It shouldn’t surprise you to know the husband ate every drop of these two dishes. I’ll cook it, but rarely eat it. Too bland by far.
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