Archive for August, 2011

Blackberry cobbler. Yum, big juicy sweet berries picked at their peak a couple miles down the road by people you know.  Yeh, it’s a little late for blackberries. I fixed a bunch of blackberry cobblers a couple of months ago and froze them.  Today I got a hankering for a cobbler and hauled one out to warm and eat within a few minutes.  If eating food during the summer that is intended for winter sounds pathetic, what can I say?  It’s better than trash-diving for smashed candy bars the day after Easter or Halloween, and I’ve done that a-plenty. Naturally, the candy is still wrapped and the trash is still in the kitchen. Hey, I have a few standards.

BTW, I must have 50 recipes for blackberry cobbler. This one isn’t necessarily the best, but it is the quickest and easiest, so it’s good when you need to fix up a bunch of them. This one is heavy on flour and butter, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I prefer cobbler that’s put into a cornmeal-sprinkled pan and contains a little cornmeal. Reminds me of cornbread, and I do love cornbread.

The cobbler is displayed on a vintage Anchor Hocking [made in Ohio] dish in the Sandwich pattern.  Indiana Glass also had a Sandwich pattern that is very similar, but IG later reproduced pieces in the crystal, i.e., clear color which makes it difficult to distinguish the old from the new. My AH saucers belonged to my mother, so I know they’re the real deal. Much of my glassware is inherited, but when I supplement my collection, I steer clear of patterns/companies that later used the original  molds in the original colors.  The IG and AH Sandwich patterns are both pretty, but the trim in the middle flat body and the vines on the side trim are different.

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One which turns into a tree just to please you? My daughter has 2 Lantana Trees, and they are spectacular. Like ordinary potted Lantana, they require drainage holes, lots of water and fertilizing, direct sun, and can’t tolerate a whisper of frost  so they go inside the house about the middle of October here. They need some special care – they also blow over easily since they’re top-heavy in pots – but they’re not high maintenance and they offer lovely rewards for this attention. These came from Cottage Farm at QVC last year. Here’s 3 pics of Lantana Trees. Aren’t the Zinnias pretty next to them? They emulate the same colors and sunny style without replicating Lantana.

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Oh, noes!

The school tells you what food to pack, how to pack it, how to wash it, and now wants to force you to use plain, generic lunch boxes?

I’m hiding our supply of lunch boxes, including a couple of coveted old metal ones. Little Annie parties with rich fat cat Daddy Warbucks, violent Star Wars Ewoks, bad role-model He-Man in Masters of the Universe, Old-NASA Pigs in Space Muppets unconcerned with global warming and Muslim self-esteem, and Snoopy echoes fighting the Red Baron.  The nanny-state will pry these from my cold…well, you know.

h/tip to Pundit & Pundette

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This Sunday in My Church

The 22nd Sunday in Ordinary Time

Prelude:     Take My Life, and Let It Be     [Alec Wyton]

Opening Hymn:      For the Beauty of the Earth     [Dix]

Anthem:      Humbly, I Adore Thee     [Arr. Lloyd Pfautsch]

First Reading:     Exodus 3:1-15

Psalm:      26:1-8

Second Reading:     Matthew 16:21-28

Sermon Hymn:     Precious Lord, Take My Hand     [Precious Lord]

Baptismal Hymn:      We Know That Christ is Raised     [Engelberg]

Offertory:      Take My Life, and Let It Be     [Juanita Schubert]

Closing Hymn:     To God Be the Glory     [To God Be the Glory]

Closing Voluntary:     Voluntary in B Flat     [Maurice Greene]

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My Life in Weeds

Gardening is a humbling experience, and dealing with weeds is a challenge one sometimes loses.

Just when I thought that nothing was more invasive than the thimble plant, I dealt with tansy, then was cowed by thistle, then stonecrop, then an ill-advised venture with Zoysia, was dealt a major blow by Creeping Jenny, then Vinca, then Ice plant [sometimes there’s a very thin line between groundcover and weed], which paled by some perennial grasses [only plant annual ornamental grass is my advice], and I’m currently fighting clover. I don’t use herbicides. My husband and I have a [non-certified] 37-year old organic garden and I grow herbs in my yard, so I don’t use anything.  Except for DDT on mosquitos, my mother didn’t use chemical sprays, mostly because of money, so I don’t either.  Sometimes I feel like using a Dioxin blowtorch, though.

One problem is my puny willpower.  I weaken with a first glimpse of spring green, even if it’s a weed. Sometimes I see a little weed, but it looks harmless and I’m busy with something else. By the time I turn around, that little weed is a monster. Often a little bit of a weed is a lovely filler, e.g. Creeping Jenny or Ice plant. Occasionally, a weed has a pretty flower, which explains my #1 Weed. My husband complains this weed vines around his car’s rearview mirror overnight, my daughter complains it covers the sides of our porch and obscures her twinkling lights on the columns, and my neighbor complains it slithers down the side of my foundation and creeps across my driveway into their yard. I break it off, clip it, prune it, chop it, and dig it up, but the vine ignores us all. It knows that for 3 weeks each spring, I will have a wild, passionate love affair with it and forget the nay-sayers. Here’s my King of the Weeds:

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Umm, the only thing better than baklava is Greek Wedding Cookies.

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