October in Vermont

  Jeanne P. – Miss Sally picked your name off the floor offerings – you’re my fall give-away winner!  You’ll receive a fall package in the mail shortly.   
  
   We had a lovely visit to Woodstock, Vermont last weekend. It’s our third trip to that town and Inn, and I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to experience New England at it’s best.  Many beautiful old homes pf stone, brick, or clapboard with slate roofs, shops from a very old fashioned General Store to upscale art galleries, a pub or two, a flannel shop like no other, gift and clothing stores galore, and the Inn itself has great accommodations and is family friendly.  It ain’t cheap… but if you’re looking to treat yourself for just a few days – this is a great way to do it.   A post on a previous trip HERE
 A magnificent sunflower head in the garden at The Billings Farm and Museum. 

We took a bike ride through some of the backroads around town.

Same covered bridge…

Harvest Festival at the Billings Farm… where the “kids” participated in the games…

We visited the Vermont Institute of Natural Science and saw some magnificent rehabilitated birds.

This old place below is absolutely beautiful, stately, located right on the main street near the Inn, and totally dilapidated.  It’s the only property in a total state of abandonment in this area and I can’t imagine why no one is willing to fix her up.  If only it were within our means to take it on.

 We had mom along with us, and what a trooper. She kept up with all the trudging around  and next visit she wants to explore the neighborhood  too.   
  The one odd thing… it was tee shirt weather all weekend.  Even with the occasional rain showers. 

The K-List – Fall edition

     When I was much younger I believed I should have been born down South because the thought of -always Summer- was magical to me.  As I have matured I have come to truly cherish the change in seasons and now  I won’t give it up.   While it’s true Winter in New England can drag on with more grey cold days than I’d like,  it has it’s merits.  Living on a farm means spending much of your daylight hours outside tending livestock and gardens and hay fields, etc.  When winter sets in we’re in the house earlier, hunkered down by the fire most evenings, reading and catching up on the news.   It’s a time to allow ourselves to  be together quietly, to recharge and even  hibernate just a little, to not be so busy out and about.  My dogs seem to recharge  too – they sit in my lap and around my feet near the fire in the mancave or at my desk as I work, and they soak in  sunspots on the floor of the kitchen.

     Speaking of dogs… Miss Sally has blended very well with our family – at seven months she’s a bit rambunctious at times but  Ben, Bailey and Frasier tell her what they think of the new kid on the block without bloodshed and she has slowly been accepted into the pack.

     The light in a New England Autumn is just so warm and inviting. The skies bluest of blue.

    And that moon! Did you happen to glimpse the full moon last night?  It was amazing… I need to buy a zoom lens. My phone and canon with regular zoom did not catch it’s magnificence.

   
**Skip this section if you are avoiding unpleasant current events – and I don’t blame you.  Scroll on down to the recipes… 

   In the midst of enjoying all this fall beauty, we are constantly reminded of all the horrors occurring out there in the world. Sometimes I just want to ignore it all, shut it all out… and yet that seems irresponsible.   The horror of what has happened yet again, this time in Vegas.. Well, to sound cliche-ish – what is our world coming to.  And how can you stop a madman from an act such as this.

   Regarding gun laws – I believe in our right to own a gun responsibly. I also think not enough safety precautions are in place – not enough restrictions, regulations.  Thorough background checks, mental health history checks (oh yes, I know that violates rights, but still… ).. why is it harder to get a drivers license than a handgun?  Why are civilians allowed to buy semi-automatic assault weapons?  Silencers, $50 accessories that make a gun fire more rapidly?   And you know, while it may be true that the bad guys will find a way to get their weapon of choice,  why not put up roadblocks regardless?  Any life that might be saved, any deterrent that might stop the progress of an attack such as the Vegas horror show, why ever not?  I don’t agree with those who believe all gun owners are evil and no one should own one except law enforcement.  We don’t live in a Utopian world, we have to be prepared for the real world,  the madness of which you and I are fully aware.  Gun ownership is not all about  angry white men, as a friend of mine would have you believe.  However, the lack of restrictions and regulations in this country is appalling.  Slippery slope, this issue.  But doing nothing seems criminal.

     It continues to amaze me that 45 still has his seat in the Oval office, and the support of his base as well.  I’m no snowflake – I just believe in truth and maturity and a general sense that our President is here for all of us, not the some-of-us who like his brand of… I can’t even call it leadership.  How we can all see the same behavior and either applaud it or be  horrified and embarrassed by it is beyond my scope of understanding.  I had a conversation with a family member last night about this very thing.  I asked what exactly was it about this POTUS that felt inspirational.   Because that was the word the person used.  The explanation was that what 45 says in rallies makes that person feel pride in being American… it says “screw the establishment,  it hasn’t been working for the people, we’re finding our own way”.     Well… what can I say to that – that is my cherished person’s truth.  What I see is the complete opposite.  How did this come to be?  Clearly, I couldn’t tell ya.  I haven’t been happy with the government corruption and obstructionism among parties, lobbyists, etc. for a long time, so I get that sentiment.    It is a small comfort to see some of the GOP putting their party loyalty aside and standing up for integrity, truths, calling a spade a spade.   Right now it seems our divides in this country and abroad are growing wider.  Where this will all lead is a mystery to just about all of us, no matter what our beliefs.. but chaos is an undeniable part of it and that’s a scary deal for all.

  ONWARD! 

 None of these recipes are mine, all credit goes to the links provided.  It’s my goal to make all of these throughout the season though, and hopefully not eat most of each.  Luckily my grown kids stop in frequently and clear out the glass covered cake dish I try to keep full on the kitchen island.  I’m not ashamed to admit I use a little bribery to lure them in for visits and I love every one, even when  they’re  just drive-bys or bathroom stops or complaint filings.   🙂   

   Note: What’s been helping me to stick to a healthier diet lately is I’m really trying to focus on this gluten free thing, to see if it helps with this lovely fibromyalgia pain.   I’m giving it six months, so I know for sure whether it helps to be gluten free.  Two months in, I do notice much less bloat.  For that reason, I won’t be eating most of this stuff myself, although I sure am a glutton for punishment, eh? The temptation will be extreme. 
**Please add your favorite fall dish of any kind in the comments section if you’d like to share too. 







 I’ll be back soon with some genuine Vermont fall flare to share… 
and.. a special something from Vermont for a recipe share
winner in the comments section, chosen by tossing your names
on a scrap of paper into the air
and whomever is selected by my Sally pup on the floor
will receive the surprise gift. 
Yup, that’s sometimes how we roll. 

Fallish

    Weird weather ’round here lately – we had 90 degree temps with ugly humidity just a few days ago – and today it’s in the 60’s, overcast with leaves beginning to turn and fall.  We’re heading to Vermont soon with the kiddos and my mom. We’re all hoping for that glorious color we actually also get here but for some reason it seems even more spectacular and cozy against a Vermont background.  You know I’ll share pictures with you when we return.  
     The Mr. and I had dinner on Stella’s deck the other evening as we were pummeled by the massive oak tree’s acorns.  Stupid me thought I could scoot across the lawn barefoot to retrieve something and  (@#!*@ ) damned near screamed doing it.  There will be no more scooting on bared-naked feet whilst the acorns are a-fallin.  One of those acorns must have fallen from the very highest branch of that tree  and chipped my Jeep’s windshield too.   The tree is a beautiful, stately old oak on the side of the cottage that must be about 100 years old.  I really hate the idea of cutting it down, but Lord, the mess it makes, as it’s acorn production is prolific!  It’s something we’re debating. 
      While we sat down there watching the yard fill up with acorns, we took stock of all the good times we had on this, our first summer of cottage life. It was absolutely the right decision, to acquire and renovate Stella, even though our finances took a hit because of it. We have all enjoyed it and hope for many years of memory making down there to come.  I can also tell you if you’re looking to do the same, we are very very glad we decided to look fairly local for that little cottage, instead of schlepping three hours or even farther for another.  Because we have obligations here at the farm, getting away often would not happen if that drive were a bigger one.  It’s easy to go check on things, and easy to just go for the day or the evening, even on work days. 
     We took a selfie on Stella’s concrete dock/slab… 
 This picture says something to me… some things  do get better with age.  Because we’re so thick headed and opinionated and   thickandopinionated, wash, rinse and repeat….  our marital road has been a bumpy one.  We love each other very much and sometimes we really can’t stand each other.. washRinseRepeat.   I can tell you this if you haven’t already experienced it yourself – as we get older, we’re finding it’s not as important to express our different selves as it is to revel in each other’s alikeness.  We both cherish the same things and it’s those things that truly see a person through.  Life ain’t easy.. …..I’m sure glad I’m not going it alone and I’ve got a truly good soul walking the path with me.   Even if he did vote for….. I’ll just quit while we’re ahead here. 
   Leaving you with these pictures, the last of which  I took this morning as I walked up to the barn to feed horses.  This house we live in is another that has gotten better with age – and as it’s “newness” after renovation has begun to wear, I love it even more.  
 I call our house Saving Grace, or Gracie – because 8 years ago, when we picked her back up from decrepitude,  we were her saving grace and she was ours.   
Greeting the sun each morning since 1835 – 

 Till soon, friends….. 
     

Taking a knee, those ugly tweets, and a magical night on the water

      Oooh boy…. If you still come by here often enough, you know how a feel about most things I’ve covered in posts.   I don’t shy away from expressing my opinion on a subject, and that may irk a few people now and again.  That’s OK by me, as long as we’re civil in how we discuss our differing views.  I’m open to learning something from another’s viewpoint, although I don’t count on ever swaying another in my direction and vice versa.  Communication is a must, regardless.. or nothing ever gets accomplished – that’s just a truth in all things.  So I communicate, often, for better or worse.  Hopefully more better than worse. 
     The *Take A Knee movement has gained momentum and perhaps even gained a new purpose thanks to 45’s  juvenile tweets on the subject.  He bellowed “I’d Fire those Sons-of-Bitches”…. These words spoken to a crowd regarding NFL players  who have taken a knee while the Anthem is played and the flag displayed.   That obnoxious speech and the accompanying tweets led all NFL teams to kneel and stand with arms locked together on Sunday, a show of Unity in the league after being attacked by their, our, yours my.. President.
  *Sigh. 
    How do I feel about the *knee movement?   My opinion differs greatly from most of my Democrat or Liberal friends and they have let me know this very vehemently on social media. My republican friends are cheering me on, happy to finally! be in agreement on something.  
  Jeez… it’s not about that, folks.   
    No kidding – because of my opinion on this particular thing, I was accused of being a traitor to my “party” because I don’t  agree on this issue … and what that right there is to me is the colossal failure of all parties, especially in recent times.  We tend to separate ourselves into the party our beliefs align with, and we shut out and vilify all others.  We close our eyes and ears to listening to another avenue, another way, another take and then when we do that, we are blind to our own failures or pitfalls or oversights.   That’s what our government is doing, anyway. 
     I have never fully committed to a party affiliation myself, as I want to hear all sides on the issues according to the various crisis we currently face ( where do we start??)  and I don’t want an affiliation to own me.    I see strong and valid ideas on both sides of the isle, amid the corruption and usual bullshittery. When I vote, I vote for the person I feel will have the most positive impact in the current political and social environment for the greater good.  Admittedly, that’s been more Democrat than not.  Mostly.  Almost All.  Last summer and fall  I did lend an earnest ear to what the Republicans had to say – and the lead horse in the end was just not one I could ever stand behind and feel good about.   We’ve all witnessed why that is by now.   If you voted for 45 and still feel good about it, well you’re amazing.  I congratulate you on your stoic resolve to see it through.  I hope you know something special that I don’t, really not kidding here, I mean this. 
     Racism is an ugly, ugly thing –  most of us know this.  What will turn the hearts and minds of those who are so ingrained with that hatred is beyond me, for it should be crystal clear in this day and age how very wrong the act.  While I sympathize with those in our culture who still deal with racism, injustice and inequality, and it is not just the black population, there are many forms of racism and injustice, prejudice and inequality – I wish Colin and his comrades in arms (or knees) chose something other than the symbol that for many represents our patriotism, our love for our country, the symbol and song that brings goosebumps and tears to my eyes every time I hear and see it in a public display – The symbol that for me and many others represents – Home of the Free Because of the Brave.  Because of those men and women, many of whom lost their one sacred life defending our freedoms (indeed, including freedom of speech)   and were buried with a flag draped over their coffin.  I am of the opinion that  it was a really poor choice to carry the racism message.  Others are thrilled because it’s a peaceful protest.. and the issue is huge, real, and needs to be addressed.   I  see their point.  ….. and I still stand behind my opinion that  they should have picked another way. This way will be taken as unpatriotic, ungrateful, by those who won’t sympathize with them anyway.  Why give them grounds to do so? 
    So what will happen now?  When will the kneeling stop and some positive action begin?  Well we are all talking about it… but most of “we” aren’t the problem.   In their spare time and with the multiple spare funds they have gained as very successful athletes in this country..  I hope those men will head out into the communities that need them, will meet with the press and talk out the issues, will meet with law enforcement and inner city families, build some bridges, community centers, promote work ethic and education,  keep the conversations going so that something will actually come of this taking of the knee, shunning the flag and the anthem.  
    Since I posted that opinion, I have been called a traitor, I have been accused of not fully understanding or sympathizing with the black man’s experience because I am of white privilege.  I have been told I have gone to the other side because I side with 45.  
      I was frustrated that some of the folks I still consider friends were so aggravated by my opinion on this knee taking stance. I saw their point, why couldn’t they see mine?  We both want the same things in the end.   And then I said that thing I often need to say to myself, …. maybe it took six times but still…. This isn’t about you, Karen
    True, this – we don’t need to defend ourselves and shouldn’t take offense to other points of view. That’s not an easy pill to swallow for someone like me.  Nevertheless…    I know who I am, what I stand for and what I do not, I trust my own intelligence, I am fair and honest.  I believe in  equality and justice for all.   If you and I meet up in a dark place and you desperately need the last of something I’ve got, I’ll share it with you or hand it over whether you’re black, white, orange or red, voted for Hill or Tr*mp or RumpleStilskin.   That’s going to have to be good enough for anyone who wants to stick around.   
     Well… now that the heavy is dumped… let me share a little light with you.   Last night the light on the cove was nothing short of magical – water smooth as glass with little breeze, mellow gorgeous silvery blue and then golden pink light as far as the eye could see.  I wish I could pour it out to all of you so that you could feel the joy and peace I felt last night as I paddled through that quiet water.  It took the edge off my day. 
 That and a gin and tonic with a lovely twist of lime made by my sympathetic mother.  

Till soon, friends – 

What he said.

     

     I’m glad someone in Washington is willing to stand up for what’s right, regardless of party affiliation. We’ve all gotten so wrapped up in finger pointing at the Democrats, the liberals, the Snowflakes, the Republicans, the Conservatives, the Alt-rights… the assholes! (whomever you currently think that is)… but the real bottom line? The government, all of them.. are supposed to be working for US, no matter what category you think you fall under… we are all THE PEOPLE. Not the lobbyists, not their party pals, not their supporters only. The collective group of ALL OF US.

      The ACA needs to be fixed. FIX IT.. don’t keep throwing shit policy out there to see what sticks. FIX IT.. TOGETHER. Congrats to Senator McCain for calling a spade a spade. Perhaps more will follow in his footsteps and grow a conscience.  Sad reality – Why does it have to take a swan song for this to happen…


Are we doing too much?

 You know that saying… 50 is the new 30, etc etc.?  Hold that thought for a minute. 
      In a recent discussion with friends our age, the subject turned to our children and the next generation.  In particular, the difference between how we raised our kids and how we were raised by our parents.  It seems there’s a heck of a difference in some areas… and is that an improvement or a setback?  Another interesting point – Do we OWN our kids?  I believe we do but I know many who would disagree. I see the owning as responsibility for how we raised them. We own that for sure.
    We talked about how the next generation in general seems to struggle with -adulting- and what that might mean about our parenting.  Our collective experience as young folk was that we had little jobs from the time we were around 12-ish, if not younger – like babysitting in the neighborhood, delivering newspapers, etc… graduating to perhaps waitressing,  camp counselor, busboy, gas station attendant, grocery clerk type jobs… whatever level of school we attained and then our adult work life. We were given or went out to seek responsibilities and were expected to tow the line. Period. For the most part, all of us in our early twenties were already living our adult lives and paying our own way.  
    Now, with all the modern advances since we were young –  (no such thing as home computers and cell phones and texting and everyone has a car at 16.5 years of age and the other modern conveniences that make life easier in this day and age)  you would think the growing up and adulting part would be that much easier for the next generation.  What it appears we have done by lightening the load is enabled our youth to slack off some on the growing up, to hold off on owning responsibility for ones self a bit longer.  It appears in the  – I want to give my kid the things I didn’t have, or… I don’t want my kids to have to work as hard as I did– … we may have failed them in some important way.   
    It didn’t kill me to walk the blocks to school or stand out in the snow waiting for the bus.  It didn’t kill me to  clean an old lady neighbors house when I was 13… heck, that experience taught me how to clean a house! (and work around a partially senile but lovely old person). It didn’t kill me to waitress at a synagogue at 15 and 16 years of age, working  for people with a lot of money and not very much respect for those who waited on them hand and sometimes literally foot.  It didn’t kill me to walk endless miles of pony track at the zoo, giving pony rides to children for hours on end in a dusty little arena.  It didn’t even wound me… it taught me what responsibility means – someone depended on me to be there, to show up, to do what I said I would do.  It taught me what earning the money you need for the things you want or need means.  It taught me how to adult before I had to stand on my own two feet and actually become one. 
      What we are collectively seeing with the next generation that we have been more generous with in time and money, is an expansion of their dependency on us.. in some instances a reluctance to GROW UP.  An inability or a resistance to standing on their own two feet, make their way in the world, and yes,  please come to us for support and knowledge and all those good things, but not REALLY all  those good things. 
      Think about it.. by the time you were 21, where were you in life, what were you doing?  How much did you depend on your parents at that point in your life?   How much depended on you getting your own self out there doing what you needed to do in order to have what you wanted?  
       I need to be clear, here, and boy is this gonna sound snobby –  but DESPITE the fact that I have spoiled my children in the various ways I have been fortunate to do, they have indeed turned out to be responsible young adults.  I think , I hope and I pray that besides the spoiling, the Mr. and I have instilled in them the need to tow the line, own up to their responsibility for their own lives, to be dependable for themselves and for those who do and will depend on them.  I should also say that it’s entirely unfair to pin the unadulting or the extended youth experience (for lack of a better term)  on ALL of this next generation.  There are certainly many who are doing a fine job of adulting, and excelling!  I’m not referring to them.  It appears, though, that perhaps 30 is the new 20 in more cases than not. 
    Another something that goes hand in hand with this train of thought is the lack of younger volunteers.  In our little town alone, it’s the same group of people, now older and retired and just plain tired.. that seem to pick up all the volunteer slack.  When I mentioned this to my mother – she had a valid point… People now-a-days have to work more than ever – there are very few Single income families, where as, years ago, that was the norm.  Back in the day, folks had more time for volunteer activities.  Now they struggle with a two income family trying to make ends meet while seeking some quality family time in that mix.  Who has the energy or the time to volunteer with that kind of load? 
    So while some things have gotten easier, other things have gotten harder.  And by making things easier, perhaps we’ve made things harder.   With all the best intentions,  we may have messed with something that didn’t need fixing.
Food for thought. 
   

Summer’s swan song and the K List

   We’re squeaking out every ounce of  seaside enjoyment we can get at the cottage, dancing in between work and farm responsibilities and the need to soak up what’s left of the summer that sort of wasn’t.  The weather has been odd – kinda wet, kinda cool, kinda cloudy.  While I don’t appreciate hot humid days because they truly make me wilt, some of that heat would have been appreciated. 

 If you’re a woman looking for a kayak that is stable, versatile in quiet and slightly choppy or running waters and easy to maneuver, I strongly recommend the Necky Manitou Sport- love my little red Ruby. She’s accumulated quite a few scratches along with the miles on her plastic bottom but so far nothing seeps through- I hope I enjoy many more years with her.

 Not for nothing here.. but I think it should be an unbroken unspoken rule –  If you’re the fisherMAN, you’re also required to actually touch the fish you catch to get it off the hook.  No squeamishness allowed.    

Just sayin. 

 My mom has gotten a few week long stays in, when weather was agreeable, and entertained friends on occasion as well.  One of the most rewarding things for us is that my mother can enjoy this little place too. Having grown up in a similar small seaside community of which she has many fond memories,  (Cedar Grove Beach, Staten Island – now defunct)… she introduced us to the notion of such a place, and is also part of the reason we were able to acquire Stella when we did.  

Ask me how much we love marshmallows toasted to the extreme… 

We accounted for all family and friends living in Florida – I hope all your loved ones are safe too.  seems IRMA was not quite as horrendous as it could have been, although there is much damage and work to repair in the forecast.  The VI’s were hit the hardest – I cannot imagine what lies ahead for them as they rebuild – in some cases their entire island.  For a location that depends so heavily on tourism, what a double blow to their economy. 
 I’m waiting for a sign from one dear blog friend, Sally – to be sure all is well there too…
Update:  Sally and family are fine – still no power several days in.  
                                     
 At last weekend’s farm market I bought a dog lead for my Sally girl from a really awesome vendor – Elliot of the WashAshoreStore.   Elliot reclaims washed-shore items like boat rope and refashions them into dog leads, etc.   Sally’s is pink… 
 Eliot seen below at market working a new lead.  Her beautiful dog lay patiently at her feet the entire market.  She and her mom have been rescuing and adopting out unwanted dogs for many years – good, good people.  Browse her online store, buy your pup a new lead, this one will last a very long time and it’s upcycled – good for the environment. 
  Meanwhile, back at the ranch… I’ve been asked many times what kind of dog Sally is, mostly because she’s such an odd combination of body part sizes.  I don’t think she’s a dog… I call her our house elf, AKA the terrorist.   
                                       
Leaving you with a recipe I just found on facebook…. Looks like an easy-to-make crowd pleaser – a great pick-on for football season, cottage season, holiday gatherings, a meal all by itself,  you name it.  Has some healthy qualities too…  and a gluten free suggestion for those (like me) attempting to go gluten free. 

Broccoli Cheese Balls…  



*this is NOT my recipe or photo – found on recipetineats.com
Ingredients
  • 2 cups (packed) roughly chopped soft cooked broccoli (well drained) (~400g/13 oz raw broccoli) (Note 1)
  • 1 cup panko breadcrumbs
  • 2 eggs
  • ¾ cup shredded cheese (Cheddar, Colby or Tasty cheese are my usual)
  • 2 shallots / scallions , finely sliced
  • 2 cloves garlic , minced
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • Black pepper
  • Olive oil spray
Garlic Lemon Yoghurt Sauce:
  • 2/3 cup plain yoghurt
  • Zest of 1/2 lemon
  • 1 tbsp lemon juice
  • ½ garlic clove , minced
  • 2 tsp extra virgin olive oil (adjust to taste, depends on fat % of yoghurt used)
  • Salt and pepper, to taste
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 200C/390F (all oven types).
  2. Line tray with baking / parchment paper. (Note 2)
  3. Place all ingredients (except oil spray) in a bowl. Mix well to combine, mashing up the broccoli as you go (like when you are cooking mince).
  4. Scoop up a heaped tablespoon, then press in firmly. Flick out into your hand then form into a ball. Place on tray. Repeat with remaining mixture – should make 15 – 18 balls.
  5. Spray with oil then bake for 25 minutes, or until the surface is slightly crisp and golden.
  6. Serve with Lemon Yoghurt Sauce – it also goes great with ketchup!
  7. Sauce: Mix ingredients together then set aside for at least 20 minutes to allow the flavours to meld.
Recipe Notes
1. This can be made with fresh or frozen broccoli. If using fresh, you’ll need 1 giant head or 2 medium heads. Ensure the broccoli is cooked until soft so it is easier to “mash” and mould into meatball shapes.

Chopping and cooking fresh broccoli: Cut the florets off the broccoli then break up into medium pieces. Cut the thinner stem into about 2.5cm / 1 inch pieces. If you want to use the thick main stem, peel the outer skin (which is tough) then cut into 2.5 cm / 1” x 1cm / 2/5” batons. Boil water in a large saucepan (or do this step in a steamer). Plonk the stems in first, cook for 2 minutes. Then add the florets and cook for 3 minutes, or until soft. Drain well.

2. Storing: Cool then place in an airtight container. For a quick reheat, use the microwave, or otherwise reheat in the oven. These also freeze well once cooked. Can be made ahead, form balls, then refrigerate (not freeze), then bake later.

3. Pictured in the photo in post with: Lemon Rice Pilaf and quick sautéed kale (tear off a few handfuls of kale, rip leaves off the tough centre stem, tear into bite size pieces. Saute in a bit of oil with a handful of pre shredded carrots (I always have Just Veg from Woolies on hand), season with S&P and finish with a sprinkle of crushed almonds.

4. GLUTEN FREE OPTION: Sub breadcrumbs with 3/4 cup almond meal.

5. Nutrition is for 1/3 of the recipe which is a meal size serving (for an adult). Gluten free option: increases to 387 calories, carbs decreases to 17g.

 Till soon, Friends – 

Troubled waters, restless sky

     Throughout my younger years I often reflected on how lucky I was to grow up in a time of relative peace. Too young to know the horrors of Vietnam personally, born decades after the World Wars… I felt relieved that our world had learned it’s lessons in the atrocities of war.  This is not to imply that there hasn’t been turmoil around the globe, that there haven’t been major issues brewing under the thin veneer of “peace time” since.  I think it’s crystal clear, particularly now… just how thin that skin was.. and is… 
Passed this in my travels last week… I want to hug the person who displayed it.  Amen.  One of the many issues before us. 
      I have always hoped and believed we would never come back to an all out war between super powers, surely the powers that be would learn from past mistakes… would not allow, ever again, the mass destruction, the horrors of war, because… NO ONE WINS.  EVERYONE LOSES… isn’t this clear to all by now?  Hasn’t history taught us enough of those lessons?  Lately, it seems power and greed and corruption and ego are winning out over common sense.  
     Such a beautiful world we live in.  The simplest truth is… every living being could exist here in comfort, in relative peace, in harmony.. together….having what they need.   It’s absolutely attainable, if not for greed and ego.  How very sad that we can ruin it for ourselves.  This is where the idea of a divine creator is lost on me. What a cruel joke, to create a race that will probably eventually destroy itself based on those two traits.  I want to believe good will always slay evil.  I don’t think I have to touch on what we’re all seeing in the world news … lately, that scenario doesn’t seem likely. 
     
     Yesterday I paddled my trusty little red Kayak, Ruby,  out into a choppy cove and let the wind and salt spray cover me. The warmth of the sun felt good on my skin… the rhythmic motion of the boat as we bobbed over the waves soothed my soul.  Sunlight like diamonds on the waters before me… looking out into the Atlantic waters  from the safety  of our little cove… all I could think of was how healing it might be if I could instill that calmness, that appreciation of the beauty of our shared world, in the hearts of the men who can’t see beyond their own egos and greed.  
  I have been trying, lately, to avoid watching too much of the news – to refrain from spewing my disgust on social media… taking some advice from my son, the 21 year old who hasn’t been around as long as I have.. yet.   “Mom, why get yourself all worked up over something you have no control over. It’s not worth the price, let it go“.   
 Like ego and greed, another simple truth, yes?  Out of the mouths of not a babe anymore, but youth nevertheless. 
   So I’m taking more walks with my dogs…  
   My old boy, Ben, and I took a stroll last night in the fields just before dark.  The sky seemed restless, moisture and humidity have returned and I wonder if this is the beginning of the newest hurricane heading toward the states.  More stormy weather ahead…. 

     
    I’m not religious, but I believe in the power of prayer – go figure.  Praying for the safety of all in Hurricane Irma’s path – praying for the healing of our people all over the world – praying for sanity and good will to settle in the hearts of our leaders so that we avoid destroying ourselves in the pursuit of… Greatness?  *sigh.  We already have profound greatness…. beauty, bounty, resources. May we collectively figure out how not to destroy it. 
 Till soon, friends… 

Hate when that happens..

     …. When you walk into the (insert any retail store) in the middle of July and the Fall decorations are already out.  Heck, around here the Halloween candy has been out for weeks.  To underscore all this.. summer seems to have made an exit early here in New England.  Notice my blog has a fall feel?  Well  this morning it just seemed like the right time to change it up a little as I dressed in sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt to feed the horses, chickens and rabbits.  
     Figures, our first season with Stella (the summer cottage), we’ve had unseasonably cool and wet weather.  Seems like the summer just flew by, blink of an eye.  Even lit our first fire in that fire pit the other night, toasted our first seaside marshmallows and I have to say, they were the best crispy burnt salty air marshmallows I have ever tasted.  We’re squeezing in as much time as possible before we’ll need to close her up for the winter. 
     The remains of an osprey’s bluefish  dinner on our waterfront cement dock… although I’d prefer to tell you I had a lovely waterfront chat with a mermaid. 

 

     I am encouraged by all the outpouring of care and effort on behalf of the people of Texas and Louisiana who have been affected by Hurricane Harvey.  The destruction is heartbreaking, but the show of humanity, of outreach, of positive interaction amongst all is much needed and I hope it continues and the ripples of camaraderie blanket our country.  We need a morale boost.

Till soon, friends…

The K List

      First – my thoughts and prayers are with all those dealing with the flood devastation in Texas. In this day and age, with all the forecasting we’re able to do, how is it we still can’t evacuate people out of a very dangerous hurricane or tornado zone before it actually hits?   I’m seeing images of elderly folk trapped in three feet of water in nursing homes, families still trapped in their flooded houses, animals drowned, electrocuted or sitting on top of kennel houses in pounds…   How are we not able to secure the people and animals of an area before the disaster hits when we have the forewarning. 
    What we have here in New England right now is a down-right chilly end-of-August.   It was 58 degrees as I fed the horses this morning.  There were even a few fall leaves on the stone walls.  I love fall, but NOT YET!!….  
I actually made (Brenda’s) Taco Soup for dinner last night  and an old Banana Bread recipe this morning to help cut through the chill.  The BB recipe is as follows – real simple, never fails. Important not to over-bake it, as you want it really moist. 

4 very ripe bananas (that’s important) 
1/3 cup melted butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg
t tsp vanilla
1 tsp baking soda
pinch of salt
1 1/2 cups flour
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Grease 1 loaf pan. Throw all ingredients in mixing bowl and mix well.  Poor into pan and bake for approx. 45 minutes to an hour, depending on oven.  I start checking after 40 minutes. When toothpick comes out clean, it’s done. 
Sharing some pictures I took in our late summer garden
yesterday as I clipped back what was growing a little too wild

I found this perfect little two inch mushroom ….
    and went back out there this morning 
because.. this..
  

   Till soon, friends –