Rogerbrown would like to put a smile on your face today.
Please enjoy the show!
Rogerbrown would like to put a smile on your face today.
Please enjoy the show!
Here is the dilemma…. I cook every night. I never use recipes. I can’t/shouldn’t eat most of what is out there so I make up stuff. All the wonderful recipes on Epicurious, Food Network, or what else….Allrecipes.com. Oh and Paula Deen. Poor thing. Her french toast made with Crispy Creme doughnuts wont work for me. Although it sounds SOOO good. Can I just have A bite! Please? You know where they are and we will leave them be. Cause I can’t eat them.
I am all about cookie and other baking recipes. I am constantly trying to get down recipes that are the least damaging to my system. So it is a trial and error effort. I’ll get there. And I AM getting there. My family is really enjoying them at this point. That is good for YOU to know. That means I am making progress.
Where am I going with this? The recipes I post are simple. and in rough measurements since I make up a lot. Recipes with lots of gobbleygook have too many ingredients that are not good for me and in many cases for you too. So what you will mostly find here is good whole real food prepared simply. AND sweet recipes that have been experimented upon with some decent success. AND other things. what?
Trust me on some of this stuff. Because my family is “normal” not a freak like me. And they love it. Even da babae.
On a side note….The photo above was taken by my son when he was showing me cool things my camera can do. I have used a few photos so far in this blog that are not mine. Ex. the twinkie, the cow bones, etc. It freaks my brain. Its like posting a painting of someone else’s and calling it mine. I know it’s just a twinkie. But I am going to try REAL hard to post only photos that come from my camera. Beware. People want food pics when they see a recipe. I will make a sincere effort going forward. That will be a hard one to remember.
Mix Veggies on Rice
It is a delightfully sweet taste sensation
1 head of cabbage chopped organic
1 sweet red pepper chopped organic
1/2 onion chopped organic (do I need to keep saying that?)
a couple of carrots orga….
a couple of teaspoon Cumin
a couple of Tablespoons of Ghee or butter
a splash or two of hot sauce.
Sautee on med. heat for about 1/2 hour. I usually cook until all is soft and a little of the cabbage and onion is crusty brown.
Serve over brown long grain rice. Makes a nice meal.
YUMMY Blueberry/Peach (or anything else) Crisp
Proven wonderful by normal people! I have reduced the amount of sweetness by at least half and it works well. Serve it warm with ice cream. We use natural vanilla ice cream always because it has the least amount of ingredients. For people like me, I use a coconut milk ice cream that is vanilla flavored or greek plain yogurt with a little stevia (natural sweetener).
1 pint blueberries
3 cut up peaches
1/4 cup of raw honey
2/3 cup flour – don’t use bleached white flour. Use the best flour you can get. Or better yet use the gluten free recipe and give your body a rest from the wheat. My people cannot tell the difference.(Gluten free people use – split equally rice flour, sorghum flour, tapioca flour and 3/4 t. xanthum gum)
1/3 cup coconut palm sugar. Regular brown sugar will work fine but……
1 t. cinnamon
1 cup of rolled organic oats
8 T. butter organic
1 cup chopped nuts. Pecans or walnuts. Soak your nuts ahead of time and dry in oven.
Put fruit in 9 x 9 pan and toss with honey
In a bowl put dry ingredients, mix. Grate cold butter into mixture and add nuts and oats. Mix all together and sprinkle over top of fruit. Super Super Duper!
See, I can put together a recipe. Surprised even myself.
We are so blessed that God gave each and every one of us a gift to be shared. A gift is not just when someone is given the creativity to draw or paint or sculpt. A gift is when we possess something unique that when we project it out into the world, it makes a difference in someone’s life. It is a gift if only we impact one life! I have had people look at me squarely and say they wished they had a gift and that God did not bless them with such. What they do not know is they have impacted my life in such a profound way and that, yes, they have a gift that I could not possess if I practiced it my whole life.
I may be able to paint (on some days) but I couldn’t teach a first grade class if my life depended on it. I couldn’t manage a team of workers and feel good about it. I don’t have the gift of affirming and lifting up others but I’d give my two front teeth (darling) to. I continue to pray about that. I am beginning to recognize a gift as something that comes natural to us, not a burden. It is something that fills our hearts and those around us. It is easy for us and delightful for them. You can tell when you get a groove on and when it is right and that it should be passed on with love. It is meant to be.
I was invited to participate in the publication of a book called 100 Midwest Artists by Ashley Rooney several years ago. It was an honor they considered me. I just received the copy in the mail today and am quite humbled to be sitting on the same pages as many of these artists.
I’d like to share a sampling of a few of the artists who have the gift of expression in paint, pastel, bronze and the like. Please enjoy!
Yesterday, our little Mo, the goat that is still pregnant got very amorous with Mr. Shady and me. She wanted to lick our arms and kiss us and chat us up and touch her belly. She doesn’t usually like that sort of attention. I knew something was eminent. I drove into town to do errands and received a call from Mr. Shady relating that Mo’s water had broken and she was in labor. Oh boy. I was SO excited given the fact I had missed the only one we have had thus far.
When I got home, she had been laboring for about an hour and was glad that I was there. She wanted me very close which I was happy to oblige. Mind you, I have never done this sort of thing. While I have read a lot about goat delivery, I could not have predicted or known how to handle what was to come.
After a couple of hours, Pops and I began to wonder if perhaps there could be a problem. I am so glad he was there. Mr. Shady was there too. Can not tell you what a blessing that was. I had set up shop in the stall with all my technologies. Ipad, phone, camera, magazines. I decided to look up how long she should be doing this labor, pushing thing. She should have been delivering by now and since she wasn’t would indicate problems. Problems? What in the world could I or WE do about her problem. Oh, God, please help us. She was exhausted and wasn’t pushing anymore.
I had to go in. Yes, go in. I went in and the baby was breach. I had to turn it. Yes, turn it. At one point I was in almost to my elbow. Like I said, this farmin’ thing is HAAARRRDD. I actually got it turned around and a beautiful little girl named June was born. I was praying for two girls. The miracle of life. It DOES NOT get better than this.
I felt inside and realized another was coming. Yeah! and it appeared to me that it was in the “diving” position. Feet first with head coming immediately after. But what in the world do I know. She slid right out. Another girl! Ruthie. Okay. lets all breathe and take a break before looking to see if there is another. The stress level was high and I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this again. I was scared that I would not be able to right a wrong thing again. It was a total fluke that I was able to right the first one.
I reached in and there was yet another one. Poor Mo. No wonder she was SO huge. I could not get a handle on what this thing was doing. Only one leg came out. I tried to get the other facing outward and all went wrong from there. Oh my goodness. She couldn’t push. The baby wouldn’t come. She became very dry. And it was stuck. Mr. Shady and Pops had to go to great measures to save Mama. It was a tragic scene. We, of course, lost the baby. Mama seems to be doing ok so far. And I still feel like throwing up. We buried the baby not having found out the sex.
It is just a goat. I know. But none the less, I cant help feeling a little inadequate and that maybe had we done things differently there may have been another outcome. What if we had allowed her to do it all herself. Would she had been able to figure it all out? Or would she and the babies have died? We will never know.
We have two beautiful girls. June and Ruthie. A mom that is doing well. I think. She is alive. God is so good. The blessings multiply daily.
This is/was really hard for me. Tons more hard for Mo. I only have a few bumps and bruises. Hers run much deeper. She lost a child. As for Pops and Mr. Shady, they are men. They don’t share unless you ask, but I imagine it cut them a little deep too.
A crazy day at the farm.
….is what I have become. I have always been fascinated with birds but now that I have 64 of them, I would guess I am maniacal. They all do not have plans to stay long. Many of them will need to move on in a few short months. But it would be an honor if these birds I talk about today would grace us with their presence for a long long time.
Today, I would like to write about my budding relationship with the beloved Bluebird. Oh my goodness. I think the first time I really saw a for real bluebird was just this past year. Mr. Shady informed me last winter that we had about 6 pair out in the pasture that morning. I immediately made plans to put up a couple of houses for them. They will begin nesting as early as late February.
The day after we hung one, a mommy and daddy moved in. What a wonder! I have become a stalker of this family. No kidding. So the journey began. (I might add that I have hung about 5 more but only this first one has been inhabited. So far.)
They have had two “batches” of babies, which is not unusual. Did I tell you I am an expert now? Not really. Pops bought me a Bluebird book and I find them most interesting not to mention beautiful. But they build a whole new nest for each family. If I do not remove the first nest, they will build a nest right on top of the old.
Enjoy the journey of this precious, precious family.
It takes 12 -14 days for the lovelies to hatch and then they stay on the nest 19 days. I know from the babies actions today, with them peeking out of the hole, they are just about ready to take leave. I have SO enjoyed their visit and pray they stick around and tell all their friends about the open rooms at the inn.
Thank you for checking in and I would love to hear your experiences about birds in your backyard.
Bone Broth. I am SO glad I have acquired this knowledge now that we are producing meat. I can just imagine myself when it is time to butcher saying to the guy, ” Dont want the bones or anything but steak and hamburger.” I am realizing some of this stuff is WAY more nutritious than the meat.
I haven’t gotten into beef broth as much as I have chicken broth yet since I don’t have an accumulation of beef bones at any one time. I am sure I could get any amount I want from the butcher. I will check that out. But the beef bones are coming from our pasture soon!
Broth heals us and it is true what Grandma says about sipping it when we are sick, but it is SO much more than that and I am working at incorporating it into our daily life. It is one of those total SUPER foods that boosts our health to grand levels.
So what does it do for us, you ask?
Well, it does this:
It is chock – full of minerals. We are mineral deficient in a BIG way. We spend a lot of time concentrating on just the vitamins that are vital. To be deficient in minerals is devastating.
It nourishes our immune system. This feeds our whole system and keeps illness at bay. Healthy and Strong.
It enhances our digestion system. Through all that I have learned, the digestion system is where it is at. If it is struggling and compromised, then we are free to welcome all forms of bacteria.
It feeds our body collagen where it is needed: joints, ligaments, tendons, skin (supple skin reducing wrinkles) , membranes, mucus and bones.
Not a bad deal, eh?
When we eat chicken, I take all the bones when we are finished (yes, all the bones that are gnawed on by individuals) and throw them in a pot. Fill it with filtered water. Bring to a boil and simmer for 24 hours or more. What is left is this wonderful broth that is very gelatinous. I pour into a Ball jar and pop into the freezer. I use it for lots of things. When a recipe calls for water or liquid, broth, etc. I use the bone broth. It just absolutely cannot be beat in nutrition. It is wonderful when cooking rice, vegetables, soups, drink alone, quinoa or other grains.
There is so much wrong with the broth we purchase today. Canned broth- salt and BPA’s. Boxed broth- salt and wax from container. Cubes- salt and what is that stuff anyway??
I am tempted to scream this from my roof top:
CONVENIENCE IS NOT CONVENIENT WHEN OUR QUALITY AND QUALITY OF LIFE IS COMPROMISED.
Bones of an animal
Filtered water to cover bones
Bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 24-48 hours. Less for fish. More for beef.
Have a super weekend! If you have ideas of what else to do with broth, please share!
On a side note…I looked up the word “chock” that I used above. As it sits alone – chock- the def. doesn’t support my use of it. But there is a word, “chock-full” that does. And it looks like that: chock-full. Not chock full, or chockful. Weird.
Another word thing. I use the word “smegma” a lot. I use it to refer to slimy yucky stuff which I see a lot of around here. I looked it up to see if it was actually a word or did I make it up.
Ooops. My apologies for misusing a word over and over and with your permission, I would like to continue using it in the same way I have been using it.
We all know the answer to that. But let’s look a little deeper.
So, when I left the suburbs I swore never to place another piece of landscaping in the ground again. I was going to live in dirt. My efforts at the last house and forever beyond were frustrating, aggravating and in most cases fruitless. From now on I wanted a slammin’ screen door onto a dirty porch that stepped down into dusty or muddy dirt. Just as it was when we lived in the cabin up on the ridge for 5 months. Dirt abounded! I loved it.
Okay, so we move down the ridge from the dirt filled cabin into our new house. Endured the winter in muddy dirt. Spring comes and I’m thinking, “Someone, do something with all this dirt!”
The landscaping began. You gotta get a load of this. I’m walking through the woods and am in awe of all the beeeauutiful ferns everywhere. I want some for my woods edge up close to the house. So I run in the house and order 180.00 worth of ferns online. ( Please, I hope you are not laughing . You’ll hurt my feelings. ) I planted them all around our woods. Now I can enjoy ferns from my window. Did it ever occur to me to transplant any of the approximately 30,000 ferns we have in the woods? Not for a minute.
We continue landscaping our mud pit and as time lapses it starts taking the form of an old familiar song that mimics my old house. ugh. What am I doing? So what…. am I going to have to start watering this stuff and extend my hand of power over this stuff. Rule over it. Control it. Show it whose boss? And when it’s all grown up nice and pretty, I can say, ” Yep, look at me and what I did. I made these things grow.” I can only wish to have that kind of power.
I went hiking with the dogs the other day with my camera and I started photographing our “landscape” that , excuse me, I think a Someone greater than myself planted. And I was quickly amused at the irony of this situation. My photos clearly prove to me that when left to my own controlling devices, my fruits are small and, well….. small.
Take a look at the difference:
Pretty somethin’, huh? If I think I have the upper hand in this game (or any game for that matter), I am out of my ever lovin’ mind.
Before I delve into the wonderful alternatives and healthier substitutes for sugar, I would like to preface this by explaining the ways you are consuming sugar without knowing it. Some of the few: Anything made with bread. Sandwiches. Alcohol. Pizza. Macaroni and Cheese. Snack bars. These are “Simple Carbohydrates”. A common thread here is processed food/starches. These foods enter into our bodies and then are converted into sugar. And our bodies have to process it in the same way as a candy bar basically. After we complete a day of eating what we consider to be generally healthy food, we stretch our arms big and wide, and proud and say, “Yeah , a nice dessert should be in order after a day of conscientious eating.” And if you don’t know better, that seems totally logical. I did FOR YEARS! Often times by dessert time we have had more sugar than any other food group.
These simple carbs are processed. They are sneaky. We don’t know what they are doing TO us.
Sugar is addictive and poisonous.
I am really not all bearer of bad news. Really, I can be quite positive. But this blog is about good whole foods. Not poison. I love sweets! I spend a great deal of my time experimenting in an effort to enjoy without getting sick. We all get sick from sugar. All those nasty symptoms you feel on a daily basis can be attributed to sugar in most cases. Headaches. Colds. Stomach aches. diarrhea. Constipation.
THOSE AILMENTS ARE NOT NORMAL!
That bears repeating.
THOSE AILMENTS ARE NOT NORMAL!
From there it can grow into Hypo/Hyperglycemia. Diabetes. Cancer. Immune Depression. Adrenal fatigue. A host of others but we will leave it at that. For many, many people it has grown into those diseases. No thank you.
Not all is doomed. Remember, whole real foods is the key here. And anytime we can REDUCE and IMPROVE the sweet intake, the less damage done.
This is about progress NOT perfection.
When we eat whole foods, we have a complete knowledge of how much sugar we are intaking. And when we prepare our own foods we know as well. Changing our eating habits is hard. It takes effort. We have to decide to make our decisions thoughtfully and with a purpose. I know for me, I have spent a good deal of my life just moving through life not giving thought to what I was eating, or where it came from or how it was processed. I was really ignorant to that information. That is not good. We are only on this train once. The trip should be awesome! Not short sighted.
Whole food. Honey can substituted in almost all cases. It has many nutrients.
100% PURE MAPLE SUGAR
Whole Food. It can be substituted in almost all cases. It has many nutrients.
COCONUT PALM SUGAR
Whole food. Has been dried to a granule. It is granule like sugar and can be substituted in all cases. It very high in nutrients. It is unrefined. Organic. Has not been processed.
It is from a plant found in South America. It is very concentrated and is not good for baking. I sweeten drinks or hot cereal with it.
DATES OR OTHER DRIED FRUIT THAT HAS NOT HAD SUGAR ADDED TO IT.
Sometimes I bake cookies and the complete source of sweetener will be dates.
Those are the five I use exclusively. I reduce the amount called for always because I feel we WAY over sugar our foods. So If a recipe calls for 1 cup, I will reduce it to 2/3. If the recipe tastes sweet then next time I will reduce it down to 1/2 cup. If that is satisfactory, then I will keep it there.
The sweeteners I have discussed above, I use sparingly. They are not used on a daily basis. We try to enjoy a dessert once a week. Sometimes twice.
Sugars that talk a good line but I have learned are no- no are:
Agave – It is processed and has been compared to corn syrup in its processing.
Brown Sugar – is nothing but white sugar with Molasses added to it. It is NOT healthier than white. I think sometimes we think if something is brown, it is healthy.???? Like eggs. Brown eggs come from certain breeds. White eggs come from others. No difference.
All the “natural” sugars. – Turbinado. Sucanat Sugar. Florida crystals. They have all been refined and nutrients taken out. Molasses has been added to make it look natural.
I have added molasses to sugar to make brown sugar before when I didn’t have brown sugar. It is the same thing.
Molasses – is a “waste” product from the processing of white can sugar.
The following recipe is wonderful. I have taken a recipe that is predominately whole food. I have cut ingredients to reduce sugar impact. And they are delightful.
**Please note that I will never share a recipe with you that I have not shared with others and have received rave reviews.
The ingredients will surprise you. And the results will even more!!!
Preheat oven 325 degrees.
1 16 oz. jar salted almond butter. organic.
2/3 cup raw honey (the recipe calls for 1 1/4 cup. I reduced it as low as 1/2 cup. not satisfying enough. found satisfaction at 2/3 c. )
1 T Vanilla
1/2 c. cocoa powder. organic. The only ingredient should be cocoa.
1/2 t. sea salt
1 t. baking soda
1 cup of dark chocolate chips. organic. I use about 2/3 that. Find the darkest chips you can find. They will be the purest in form. ***** Remember when stuff is taken out, stuff is added to take its place.
1 cup of walnuts or pecans. organic (IF you can buy raw, soak them in salt water over night and dry them in lowest temp in oven until crispy , usually about 24 hours. I do this will all nuts and make about 3 lbs at a time and always have them on hand. This process removes harmful enzymes within the nut that wreaks havoc on our digestive system. )
Blend each ingredient before adding the next.
Place in 9 x 13 glass or ceramic pan. Bake 35-40 minutes.
Please let me know what you think of them!! I would be interested in feedback.
Yesterday I saw a snake that was the length of 1/2 the width of my driveway. So I guess, 4 feet. 5 feet? It actually is the longest snake I have seen on the property. The Copperhead I killed a couple of years ago may have been that long but I only saw the length of what was leftover from my mower.
I am afraid of snakes.
But with prayer, I am overcoming that fear little by little. Actually baby steps. We were in a car, thank goodness, and we were driving down to the lower pasture. On the way back up I asked my precious friend to drop me off at the bottom of my drive so that I could walk back up to more or less face the fear. Otherwise, I would simply want to avoid that area because that snake would forever be sitting there. Wrong. Believe me, I said a prayer on the way up that Mr. Snake had found his way on down the road.
I have a fear of many other things too.
I have a fear of all forms of transportation and those that are driving them. Even fair rides. Especially fair rides. Cars. Planes. Boats. I just KNOW one of those is going to get me.
I fear that if I share my opinion in company of opposition, they will not like me or want to hurt me. Rejection.
I fear saying no when I really want to.
I fear confrontation. I want to flee.
I fear success. What will people expect of me then?
I fear poverty.
I fear love sometimes. I have to be vulnerable to love and be loved. That is a hard one for me.
Among many other crazy things.
Do you have any fears?
My fear is manifested in ways that I would never guess fear would be the root. Anger. Irritability. Impatience. Unkindness. Unloving behavior all around. Untrustworthiness. (Even I know that is not a word. Hang with me here. ) Suspicion. Paranoia. Hate. There can be all kinds of nastiness coming from this soul.
I have found that when I pray for my fear(s) to be removed, it is replaced with love. Did you know that we can’t receive love when we are fearful? That fear has to be disarmed to receive love? I find for myself, I am really good at shutting the world out when I am afraid. It is SOO powerful. Seems so silly, doesn’t it?
Snakes are not a biggy. (eek. Well..) Having them around doesn’t change the course of my life …too much. Maybe the course of my walk but not in the big picture of life. I knew what I was in for here with the snakes and I figured I better accept it or it just didn’t make sense to move here. We are at the end of the earth where they have all bunched up in a corner. JUST KIDDING! But I do have to be aware of them. Why, I am not quite sure. They are doing us a service.
But the other fears ARE life changers. Life stoppers. Life inhibitors. Life suckers. Of my life and those around me. That worries me. I want to be a light in the eyes of others, not a downer.
God does remove fears of mine. I have so many less fears in my heart than I use to. I have so much more love in my heart than I used to. So it only stands to reason that one is replaced with the other. I have a long way to go but it is a start. Thank goodness I still have time. Maybe. Hopefully.
Mr. Shady (Character) found a 5 or 6 foot long snake down by my garden. Oh my. So I have decided that if I see him (which Pops has already too, so I know he hasn’t moved on) I am going to invite him to live in my garden and take care of those nasty rodents. Fear replaced by love. So it can even be effective in trivial matters that aren’t life suckers!
Also, removing fear from my life allows me time to look up at the awesomeness of life.
God love y’all.
Mr. Roger Brown. Not very exotic name, right?
Miss Lilly and Buster Brown are the proud parents and it is crazy wild.
I bought a baby monitor about 6 months ago and tried to get it to work so I could hear labor screams in the middle of the night. It advertised a 2000 ft. range. I couldn’t even get it to work 200 ft. I tried to take it back the other day and made the mistake of telling them it was a 6 month old purchase. Really angry that I was SOO scammed with this product, I brought it home with the intent to call the manufacture and give them a piece of my mind. ugh. err.
Saturday night as I prepared them for beddy bye, I thought that maybe it would be a good idea to separate the three goats just in case one of the does would decide to have a baby. I have never thought to do this. This comes from farmer girl who wasn’t/isn’t totally sure they are “with child”. Lilly’s udders looked big to me. But what do I know.
Went to bed. Actually had the for thought to ask my son when he got home at 1:00 am to check in the barn. All was good. Or so he thinks in the dark. When I got up at 7:00am to do my rounds, I made my way into the barn only to hear a tiny little “baaaaa”. There he was. Oh my goodness. ToysR US had delivered a baby fluffy stuffed animal to our barn over night!! That is exactly what he looks like. ANDDDDDD…He was clean, fluffy and there was not any evidence of a birth in that stall. Lilly was all cleaned up and she, I guess, cleaned up the whole “kid” and kaboodle! Get it?? It was like first he is not there and then he is. With no repercussions on my part.
Well…no repercussions in the clean up department. But now that this has happened all the goats are separated and all the stalls have to be outfitted with mats, waterers, feeders, etc. at the tune of a lot of money at Tractor Supply.
We are full up at the Inn now and I am a bit overwhelmed. We’ve only added 41 animals since May 6. What’s the big deal? We have to move some into our bath tub in the Master. And we have a play pen in the kitchen for the guinea hens.
We are joyful grandparents and hope that we don’t ruin them. Or break them. Or infect them with insidious diseases. And it will be a treat when I start milking seeing how Lilly doesn’t like me touching her.
I decided yesterday to get that darn baby monitor out to look at it again and realized there are channels on it. Duh. I have it working now. So maybe I wont miss the next one, which could be tonight!! Our other doe, that is. Not Lilly. I do know enough to know that Lilly shouldn’t have two babies in the same week.
On a serious note, my heart was overwhelmed at the sight of this thing. How does this happen? This goat is as perfect as you can imagine. And all of its instincts are in working order at the get go. As hard as I have tried (but proof has done me in), I can not deny there is a loving God in the midst of us working miracles over and over in front of my eyes. This is truly a miracle.
Have a Super Day!