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June 21, 2009

Good Recipes and Amazing Recipes

Ice Cream.  Summer.  What more do you want.

We have been driving an hour and a half to Middlebrook MO to buy raw milk from a really rustic farm. One drives over a creek, up a huge hill, past a couple of beehives, and parks near an old dog and a pigpen.  The farmer or well family who lives on this 275 acre farm is jovial and living off the land.  The cows are wandering in their front yard.  Moo. Pigs, rabbits, chickens, cock-a-doodle-doo's, peach trees, and fresh strawberries make for the quintessential suburbanite meets country.

Raw milk is delicious!  Get this....he only charges 3 dollars a gallon.  Yes, for organic, grass-front yard fed, and raw three dollars a gallon! I cannot even buy a gallon of milk at Aldi's with extra BGH and some antiobiotic flavoring for that price! 

The first time we went I got stung by a bee, dropped Scarlett on the ground, and the farmer threw chewing tobbacco on my arm.  Helped the sting but did not help the guilt of dropping her in surprise.  Damndest thing though.  I have five hives in my front yard and I have never been stung.  10 minutes into my coutry experience and sting!

Anyhoo back to the raw milk.  I poured of a bit of the cream into a pyrex bowl and soaked a vanilla bean pod in it all day.  Sensually scraped the seeds from inside and licked my fingers.  A bit of salt and some Mexican sugar later and I throw it in to seperate ice cream maker bowls.  In one bowl went the almond extract and the other maker got some rose water.  Simple. Raw. Yummy.  A close to perfect summer night. A good recipe.

Did I mention a few lightning bugs were caught in between batches of cream?

David stops munching on his ice cream and says "This is one of those moments".  The kind that we dreamed about for so many years before we finally had a kid.  I agree.  Summer night, homemade ice cream, and the kid of our dreams.  That makes an amazing recipe and a perfect summer night.

May 11, 2009

Mother's Day

DSC03728 Or shall I say Mother's Weekend?  What a lucky gal I am.  I had a brilliant idea about two months ago during an exceptionally difficult period Scarlett was having regarding whining, crying, complaining, and just being plain difficult.  The dads would take the girls camping to give us moms a break!  Oh may I pat my own back and say what a fabulous, wonderful, and even miraculous time I conjured. 

They did in fact go camping, much to the delight of the children as well.  Our good friend Gary and his daughter Leia accompanied my now behaving child ,who is back to herself, (Praise).  The went to Pierre Marquette and had a great time!  Of course they took turns squabbling like sisters and prompty flipped to getting along well.  But, did I care?  No!  Because I did not have to break up or mitigate one single fight.  Why, because I was at home luxuriating in my Mother's day dream!DSC03726

Look! See how happy she was too!  Win win for everyone!

I went out to eat and did not talk about my kid (very little at least maybe uttered one or two words)    one single iota!  Not one word!   Came home and did not miss anybody.  Nope.  Not me.  Next slept in very late (although I woke up once at the normal time to let the dogs out and then another time when I dreamed my little smiling girl was waking me up!  agghhhhh) and luxuriated  on the couch.  Did not make breakfast but ate leftovers.  Then, I worked in the yard the rest of the afternoon without interruption!  Oh joyous day! 

Sunday morning I went to our normal Sunday morning brunch at our friend's house.  The boys, the ticks,  and the girls were back from their adventure.  She ran into my arms!!!!!  Talking happily and filling me in on her weekend I realized why this weekend was so good.....because she missed me yet had a wonderful time without me.  DSC03736

This makes me so happy as a mother that my daughter loves me and is happy and well rounded.  She has a father that she loves and I love.  What a nice family I have!  I loved to see them go and took a deep breath in and did a little happy jig once they finally walked out the door to go camping but my heart did the jig when they returned.   DSC03732