Food galore

I wish Labor Day week end was this week end.  We have enough food to feed an army.  It is sinful.  Two of my biggest crock pots are filled with ribs and the new untried sauce that I can probably never duplicate, but there are enough ribs to satisfy us forever.  Then, Andy goes to market and brings home a cantaloup big as a large man's head, tomatoes (ours are not producing because of the deer), a basket of peaches (still not the best kind, that's next week), and 12 ears of the freshest corn.

Andy is hanging up the big garden this year for good.  Too many animals are treating it as their personal buffet.  We will do containers, and buy from the outdoor markets which is cheaper in the long run and much less work.

There were four deer in our yard one evening at dusk.  Two babies capering through the back yard because the woods does not afford them play space.  They were wild with joy while two grown deer watched from a distance.  Andy was nervous because we had a baby deer in the pool one time but she walked right up the steps like Ester Williams and joined her mother leaping over the fence.  The deer are getting too close to the house to suit me.  Where were our dogs?  With me, upstairs watching Southern Charm...nothing interrupts that! Well, I would move if there were a fire I guess.

I'm off to test the ribs.  When we bought the sealed ribs at Sam's I had no idea there were three racks.  I thought I could deal with two.  Well, I got it done and I hope they are good because someone is eating them that's for sure. Note: Add ribs to pies, I am not good at either. Sigh.

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Andy has been to market. Note the size of a cantaloupe.











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June 21 · 

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Pamela Baumer Pouring rain here!!! Flooding expected! UGH!
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June 4 · 

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How do I love thee BLT?

Love this season; corn on the cob, tomatoes, and bacon lettuce and tomato toasted sandwiches.  Andy cannot resist them and at times tries to hog the bacon.  One minute there is a pile and I leave the room and it has disappeared and I know the dogs are too short to reach the counters. Watermelon once was on that list, but I have not found a good watermelon in years.  Yes, years!  Peaches.  I forgot peaches.  Let's face it, there isn't much that I don't like about summer.  Well, I don't like things that fly in the house.

Andy brought in eggplants today and they have made me feel guilty every time I walk by them.  So I turned them into eggplant parma and Beth is the only one who likes to eat these beautiful offerings from the garden.  Joe and Glenda like it, but only if I bread and fry the eggplant slices first.  Beth does not care.  But I think this is a good dish today and she always appreciates whatever I make.

It is pool floating time and cleaning the pool steps time, so out I go to beef up my tan which has had a rest for about a week with all the rain.  We are still having the yard mowed even this late in the season because of all the moisture.  It is still lush and green and does not feel like straw when you step on it.

I cannot believe they are talking about school already.  They usually wait until August at least, but no it's winter clothes and school supplies they are blabbering about on TV.  Oh, Southern Charm is on tonight.  I'm obsessed with their bad behavior.

Purging

Once I start purging, look out!  The dogs are nervous they won't have a bed to sleep in tonight. With that new big armoire that we were gifted with yesterday other stuff has to go.  Is there a limit to weight for trash companies to haul away? I have ten bags of good books for nursing homes.  Some lovely puzzles to go with the books.  The recycle bin is full already.  It's the library that is getting the clean out and reorganization. Andy is shuffling back and forth as he looks with longing as I bag his OSU notes and old paper back texts.  He'll never do it on his own, so I have to be the hammer or we are going to find ourselves labeled hoarders. I've never been called that one and I feel little sentiment when it comes to ephemera that has not been touched in years. At 82 Andy has collected four years of class notes and used books for his classes at OSU and he is signing up again for fall term.  He rarely misses a class and while it is admirable, there are times when I need him to miss a class to help with something. He is the teachers' pet before the class is over and they are always happy to see his participatory presence in their classrooms. He's da man.

Our guests left this morning and I am not cooking today.  We have so much food in the fridge it scares me to look in there.  Tomorrow I am starting on the second exploration of ribs with doctored bottled sauce.  None of them tastes exactly the way I want, so I start adding. 

Matt gets all of his wisdom teeth removed Friday.  It is a big deal as many of you must know.  I hope we get to keep Madeleine during his recovery but then everyone wants to watch that little gem of a girl.  I lure her with Sofia books and have a little library of 12 books that fit her fingers just right.  They are board books so she cannot tear the pages.  She does love her books.