Monday, February 16, 2015
Yes, he was nervous. Just like any first grader would be.
Especially if you're starting in high school.
St. Mary's Bay Academy was having a fund raiser to buy goats for women in
third world countries so they asked if they could borrow Peeper as a prop.
I was willing, but he wasn't.
So one of the students had to carry him in.
But who's to blame him. Look at the amount of people that was staring at him.
Just a small case of stage fright.
He was happy in Brandon's arms eating the crackers I brought.
He actually didn't have any "accidents" which I was sure he was going to have.
But it was all for a good cause. I told Gabby, the girl that invited us,
"Next time charge a dollar to pet the goat."
They might have made a small fortune.
Have a Blessed Day
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Sorry for the hiatus.
Computer died...need I say more.
Ok, I've been watching waaaayyyy too many cooking shows.
A few weeks ago I noticed that I had actually saved the chicken necks from our meat kings.
So I fetched them from the freezer and with Farmhouse Rules in the background my creative cooking juices started flowing.
Or maybe my tightwad juices started flowing and I didn't want to waste chicken.
I've been on a gravy kick lately also, ever since a co-worker told me that you could freeze gravy! Who knew!? Obviously not me!
I make mashed taters and I make gravy and freeze the leftover gravy.
So I figured I could make gravy with the chicken necks.
I put them in a pan with wine, rosemary, thyme, (all three of these ingredients come from watching too many cooking shows), a bit of water, chicken spice, salt and pepper and Voila!
Here is my cooked chicken necks. They don't look too appetizing but Jamie and I ate them and they were delish. I'm telling you, don't waste anything.
I took the juices out and strained out the herbs and whisked in the water and cornstarch and it made the most delish gravy!
So smooth and creamy!
So I froze it!
Next time I make mashed potatoes I'll thaw it out and we'll have awesome gravy.
The moral of this story?
Even though you're driving your son crazy by watching cooking shows on a crappy Saturday afternoon, good things come out of it!
Have a Blessed Evening.