Wednesday, November 26, 2014

REWIND Wednesday - November 26, 2014 - T'was the Night Before Thanksgiving


T’was the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Not a husband was stirring; left that to his spouse.
The table was set by the wife with such care,
In hopes that the in-laws would all soon be there.

The children were snuggled and nestled in beds
While visions of turkey legs danced in their heads.
Me in my curlers, Farmer in his John Deere cap
Had finally settled in for a long Thanksgiving nap.

When on the back porch there arose such a clatter
I yelled “Farmer! Someone is taking your ladder!”
Over to the slider I ran like a flash
My face to the window my nose I did smash.

The mercury light that was all a glow
Displayed to me what I had to know.
When what to my confused eyes did appear?
But a gaggle of turkeys and one lonely deer.

They formed a line so neatly and quick
I knew in a moment they’re up to a trick.
Then from the sandbox came more of the same
The deer whispered and pointed and called them by name.

“Now Thomas, now Stuffing, now Cranberry Sauce
On Gravy, on Pumpkin. Listen! I’m the boss.
Take that ladder and go on up to the wall
Now dash away, dash away, do not fall!”

As dry leaves that swirled and floated on by
Those that didn’t land in the pool flew in the sky.
So up to house with the ladder they flew
With the deer pushing, pulling and shoving a few.

Then in a moment I heard up on the roof
Another fat turkey and deer on the hoof.
As I stood there and looked all around
They went to the window with hardly a sound.

The ladder was moved over and held with a foot
The turkey in camouflage with his face covered in soot.
A rope and a crowbar he had on his back
Looking this way and that way ready to attack.

His face was flushed, his eyes were quite wary
His cheeks were puffed out and his nose was so hairy.
In his beak was an ice pick, carried just so
His wattle was tied back with a black leather bow.

He pecked at the window with the pick in his teeth
And broke it open and threw out my wreath.
He worked through the hole being careful of his belly
He slipped, got cut and bled like red jelly.

He moved to the counter with such grace and stealth
He’s taking my turkey I wailed to myself!
“Farmer get up, get out of the bed
We got a live turkey, he needs to be dead!”

The turkey was busy going to work
He heard me, then turned with a jerk.
He dashed out the window with the turkey in tow
Yelling “Get out of here, follow the doe.”

The deer sprang to her feet and gave a shrill whistle
She started to cuss when she fell on a thistle.
I heard the Tom turkey squawk as he flew out of sight
“There will be one less Turkey this Thanksgiving Night.”

By Diane Loew

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Pecan Sticky Buns


If I know anything at all, I know sticky buns! After raising four sons it has to happen. Right now, I'm talking about the sticky buns you eat!

I failed to get a final picture of this sinfully delishiousness but the recipe is anything but a fail. These were favorites at my cookie shop.

This is a great Thanksgiving morning treat - a reward for getting up so early to make the meal for your family.

Chop up enough pecans to cover the bottom of a 9X13 inch pan.

Grease the pan with butter before spreading the chopped pecans.
 
You will need 2 loaves of thawed bread dough.

Cut up into bite sized pieces.

Bring to boil: 1/2 C butter, 1 C brown sugar, 1 Lg. Vanilla pudding (not instant) 2 T Milk (notice the foam in the bottle? I have to shake my milk to mix the cream in) and about 1 1/2 t cinnamon.


Evenly place one loaf of chopped bread in your pan. Then pour the boiled mixture over all.

Fill in the spaces with the other cut up loaf of bread.

Let rise - you can use a warm oven. I have a warming drawer that I put mine in. When it's doubled in size put in preheated oven at 350 for about 30 - 35 minutes. Just keep watching it and make sure the dough is cooked and doesn't get too brown.


Monday, November 24, 2014

Minimal Monday for November 24, 2014 - Sno-vember

The drifting snow makes such awesome patterns.

 Two feet of snow in November.






Ag bags




Thursday, November 13, 2014

Buttermilk Pancakes


These are quick, easy and delish!

Stir together:
1 C flour
1 T sugar
1 t baking powder
1/2 t baking soda
1/4 t salt

Add and mix together:
1 egg
2 T oil - I use canola
1 - 1 1/2 C buttermilk - add until you get the consistency you like - this makes a thicker batter.

Mix all together. Add about 2 T canola oil into pan and heat. When the pan and oil is hot pour in the batter. When the pancake starts to bubble lift the corner with a spatula and see if it's browning. Flip the pancake over when the pancake is as dark as you like. Cook until the other side is browned. It only takes about 3 - 4 minutes.

This is so easy and so tasty. Add some bacon or sausage and enjoy.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Daily Ordinary for November 5, 2014

Celebrate discipline.(activity, exercise, or a regimen that develops or improves a skill;
training). We all love it when we have it. It's when we need it that it becomes a bad word to us. It's better to keep it than have 
to scrape the pieces of it back together again and try to build a loving relationship with it. 

REWIND WEDNESDAY - The Final Ag Bag


2014 Ag Bag count is 15. We filled most with alfalfa. This year we left our cement silos empty and used Ag Bags instead for corn silage. Also, this year we increased our efficiency and we able to fill them a bit more quickly. Keep in mind there are so many variables that no two bags fill alike.

The following blog was originally posted October of 2010 - thus Rewind Wednesday.



Finally, our last ag bag is full and we are done with them for this year.

I decided to do a little bit of scratchin' and figurin' and included a not so scientific experiment along the way using gum and my cell phone.

Conveyor chain carries the feed into the bag.


Inside auger that packs the feed.

Son #3 rolling up to unload another wagon.

Here is some needed backdrop information. An ag bag is a heavy plastic bag that measures 12 ft. in diameter by 300 ft. long. It has no ends on it, just a big tube of plastic. It's quite the invention. The bag is gathered together like when you put on a pair of long socks. You kind of scrunch it together until you get to the bottom and then put your foot in. Anyway, that is how the bag starts, scrunched together with the open end over a huge metal, funnel-like contraption called a bagger that the feed is fed into by a conveyor chain. We unload the wagons of hay or corn silage right onto the conveyor chain and the feed is carried up and dumped into the packer portion of the bagger. At the bottom on the inside of this huge contraption is an auger that rolls the feed backwards packing the bag. The bagger is attached to and powered by a tractor which is running and in neutral. As the bag fills it pushes the contraption ahead which pushes the tractor ahead. As the day goes on the tractor slowly inches ahead as the bag is filled and grows in length.

This is where my not so scientific experiment came in. Always the wonderer that I am, I wondered how far does the tractor move ahead with each wagon load? Having no scientific type material in the field or measuring tools I forged ahead with plain 'ol common sense. I thought I would mark the tire on the tractor and see how far it turned with each load. So, for the first test I marked the tire with spit - yep couldn't find anything else to mark it with. Told you this was scientific.


For the second wagon load I marked it with a piece of gum - much more professional.

In the first test, the wheel moved 8 tread marks. Once again, notice the lack of measuring sticks. So, I used what I had and treadmarks were there. With the second wagon the tire moved 9 tread marks.

My next dilemma, how far apart are the treadmarks. Thinking, thinking, Bingo. I held my cell phone up to the marks to see the space in comparison to my cell phone and guess what. It was a perfect fit. Each tread mark on the wheel was the length of my cell phone.


Unhooking the bagger from the bag.

Also, I timed the loads being unloaded. This time, we had one extra guy so the unloading was a bit faster. The guys hauling the loads didn't have to jump off and engage the wagons and etc. So, with the extra help, the loads took 7 minutes to unload.

I measured my phone when I got home and with all this fabulous information I came to these very unscientific conclusions.

Each tread mark is 4.5 inches long. The wheel moved 9 marks in 7 minutes per wagon load, so in 7 minutes with one load we filled 40.5 inches of the bag. At that rate in one hour we filled 347.08 inches or 28.92 feet. So, let's say we filled 29 feet an hour. With that logic it would take us 10.34 hours to fill a bag. Now, that was in a perfect world with no problems. Realistically, it took a 12+ hour day to accomplish that.

Now, let's dig further into the facts. Filling the bag at that rate we would empty 8.57 wagons of feed in an hour. Multiply that by 10.34 hours you end up with 88.6 wagons.

That is proof when I say wagons drive by my house a 100 times a day. Well, on our extra busy days. Okay fine, I have wagons drive by my house 80 times a day.

Now, if I was really good, I could figure out how many gallons of fuel we used. Also, wouldn't it be interesting to know how much feed will be eaten out of these bags each day? How many wagonsful of feed do our BEBs eat each day? Then we could figure out how many gallons of milk came from each wagon of food.

I think it's a good thing that I can't because I already know how much money we are getting for the milk, I don't think I want know what that equals out per wagon load.

By the way, Farmer said my figures were not too far off considering the primitive tools I used. Then he mumbled something about being glad I'm not working for NASA.


All lined up to light up the bag as we were closing it.




Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Daily Ordinary for November 4, 2014

Celebrate value. Today of all days value our freedoms that were paid by so many precious souls and get out there and vote. To disregard this freedom and privilege is a disgrace and shame.

Celebrate the ordinary

Today is the only day you have. Don't wish it away, worry it away or plan it away. Your ordinary days add up to life.



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