A Weekend in August

I haven’t written about Marigold in a while. She made three years in late March. An easy going bloodhound, she’s a good companion in all ways but one: riding in the car. She enjoys the car ride, but alerts everyone on the streets that she’s out for a ride. Saturday afternoon was no exception. Big barks, happy whimpers, nose smudges on the windows; she fills the back seat.

Just before getting to a crossroads, I saw a long white hearse, followed by a big white van. Oh no, I thought. A funeral procession, followed by many cars with their lights on. Now, in our part of the world, it is a courtesy to pull onto the shoulder of the road, as the funeral passes. So, our progress to our destination was delayed. Marigold doesn’t like to wait. Here was her reaction.

Impatient Marigold.
Yes, lots of dog hair in my car.
And no, I am not the best videographer.

Here is something I am good at.

Bread pudding Bread Pudding the Best Way to Recycle

Blessings for a great August from the Exile’s Kitchen.

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Sum, Sum, Sum, Summa, Summa, Summatime

It is very satisfying to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Flower gathering this morning netted buckets of flowers. After lunch; a banana split made with homemade mayhaw ice cream. Oh, my word! https://www.instagram.com/p/CCgoLbnBYbsz3ggIILZeXTki0lE4a2IOws1uU80/?igshid=15glrnwfpkdhc

No churn ice cream taken up to the top level, with mayhaw syrup swirled in. Last week was blueberry homemade ice cream, this week mayhaw. Such a pretty pink. The berry taste of mayhaw makes this ice cream a delightful change from your ordinary chocolate or vanilla. Follow the recipe for my No-churn Ice Cream from Try These Two Together, using a simple syrup made with the juice of mayhaws and sugar.

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Easy Pickings

Homemade blueberry ice cream and choco chip cookie bar. Yum! Happy 4th of July!🇺🇸 https://www.instagram.com/p/CCO7rf3B5UR30v6Z7n6JKMKdv0cMVBOuT8r2v00/?igshid=6n1r36ax29k2

After picking two gallons of blueberries the conventional way, staining figures purple, sweat covering our brows and running between shoulder blades, a brilliant thought entered our collective heads.

“Don’t they have machines in commercial blueberry fields to shake the berries off?” my middle son asked.

“Yes, I believe they do,” I answered. “How ’bout you go in the house and get a sheet and we’ll spread it under the bushes and shake them by hand.”

Eureka! Plump purple berries bounced to the tarps; it worked like a charm. Of course, there were sticks to clear from the gathering of berries, but still a good method for berry picking.

For our Independence Day celebration, my no-churn ice cream recipe got a new flavor. I mixed about a cup of fresh blueberries, 1/2 cup sugar, and 1/2 cup water and cooked that down into a syrup. Cooled a little bit, the blueberry syrup was swirled into the whipped cream and sweetened condensed milk. Here’s my recipe No-churn Ice Cream

Fourth of July Blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen.

Working smarter, not harder.

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It’s Friday

Good morning, sunshine. It is Friday, y’all. https://www.instagram.com/p/CBVX6XPBWmBQZ-9v9eNbU69lXsYgZIXLj5rN1o0/?igshid=1etlmevt6q62t

I can’t not talk about the weather. It takes hold of everyday life and changes my plans. A tropical storm started out on one side of the country Amanda, crossed the Ucitan and became Cristobol, bringing with it rain and high winds.

The storm knocked down most of my flower patch. Roots are exposed. Plants, still living, are growing crooked. The stems travel along the ground, but the bloom at the end turns upward, trying to face the sun. I will endeavor this weekend to righten the storms battering. Wooden stakes, jute twine, hammer and elbow grease should do the trick.

This is a picture of what our nation is going through. We are battered by a storm whose name keeps changing. We’re knocked down. Running low. But at the end, we need to look upward.

Blessings for a safe weekend from the Exile’s Kitchen.

Yella

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Summer is knocking on the door, with its great big yella hand. The yellow eyes of the daisies and cosmos are bright. The yellow squash is abundant. It has already graced our supper plates this week. I hear Bubba reciting various squash dishes: fried squash, stewed squash, squash casserole, squash hushpuppies.

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A yella chair next

 

A craft project of refurbishing old metal chairs, using cans of spray paint, lacks at least one being yellow. Weather permitting, I’ll get that done this weekend. The sunflowers have come up, along with old maid zinnias; no blooms to show yet.

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This old metal chair, blue as the sky, needs a seat mate in yellow.

Summer blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen.

Windfall, Lagniappe: Unexpected Goodness

It’s mayhaw season. The first part of the year, though trying in many ways, must have had the right weather conditions to produce the biggest mayhaws I’ve ever seen. Storms last Sunday night brought a great windfall of these little red fruit. I picked up a gallon this afternoon and the fact that many were the size of pennies and nickles was lagniappe. A windfall because the wind made them fall and all I had to do was pick them up. Lagniappe because they were a generous size. They filled 2 quart bags! And like the dish towel says, I’m grateful.

Windfall and Lagniappe Blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen.

What Day Is It?

I think it was Wednesday today. Each 24 hours around the sun blends into another. Told to not go into work, my mother, Marigold and I bugged out to the country, not quite a week ago.

I’ve spent this time planting my big garden. G90 corn under planted with contender green beans: 2 rows. Almost half a row of squash: zucchini and yellow crooked neck. The rest of the rows will be zinnias, cosmos, bishop’s flower and a multitude of sunflowers. Pink flamingo whirlygigs mark where I’ve planted what. Plus, detailed notes are kept in a notebook. A gentle rain for most of yesterday (Tuesday?) graced the turned ground, making it perfect for planting.

Early evening, after a simple supper of braised chicken tenders and tossed salad, I sat down at the piano and right hand pecked out old hymns. I have trouble reading bass clef. Marigold was on the porch and she started barking, when she heard my feeble notes. Everyone is a critic.

Gardening. Writing. Music- kinda. What’s keeping you from going stir crazy?

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Blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen while hunkering down at Flowers Proper.