Actually, Bonnie has no choice in the matter; I will make the decision for her.
Cliff's brother is purchasing an Angus bull in a couple of weeks. I wouldn't have to worry so much about the size of the calf with an Angus.
But an Angus calf would be solid black.
How boring.
Cliff's friend Tommy has a registered Polled (hornless) Hereford bull. Clyde's daddy was a Polled Hereford, and he is such a handsome calf.
I think we'll choose to take Bonnie to visit Tommy's bull in hopes that we might finally get a heifer calf.
Maybe third time is charm, after all?
By the way, if Bonnie ever has a heifer calf, I will name her myself. I only let my readers name the calves I'm going to eat.
I might even name her "Ree", after Pioneer Woman.
If it's a girl.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Pancakes ala Donna
Cliff and I seldom have pancakes unless granddaughters request them; after all, pancakes topped with syrup is mostly flour and sugar, not the best thing for anyone's body. Personally, I prefer waffles to pancakes, but I never fix those when we have company because there's too long a waiting period between waffles.
Yesterday Cliff made it known that he wanted an egg-and-cheese sandwich on white bread for breakfast today; that's our version of Egg Mcmuffin, not something I make often, and not a personal favorite. Obviously, home-made whole wheat bread I isn't Cliff's choice; he was very careful to specify white bread.
So this morning I got a couple slices of white bread from the freezer and made Cliff his sandwich. Then I decided I'd fix myself something I like: deep-fried pancakes.
OK, maybe they're not totally deep-fried. But I like my pancakes fried in a lot of oil so they crunch when I take my first bite. Nobody else likes greasy pancakes, so far as I know. Usually when granddaughters are here, I fix them (and Cliff) nice, ordinary pancakes. When everybody else is through, I pour a liberal amount of oil in the cast iron skillet and make mine. I get it sizzling hot and pour in the batter.
It's really messy turning over a pancake in all this hot grease, but I've pretty well mastered it. The taste is a lot like funnel cakes, except nobody gives you maple syrup with funnel cakes; so I don't like them.
Ah, look how crunchy and crispy it's getting!
So there you have it: I took something that was already bad for me (flour and sugar) and made it worse by adding as much fat as possible.
Hey, I only do this perhaps four times a year! Oh, and I take a nice strong anti-acid tablet like Pepcid before I eat. Oils are not kind to my digestive tract.
Yesterday Cliff made it known that he wanted an egg-and-cheese sandwich on white bread for breakfast today; that's our version of Egg Mcmuffin, not something I make often, and not a personal favorite. Obviously, home-made whole wheat bread I isn't Cliff's choice; he was very careful to specify white bread.
So this morning I got a couple slices of white bread from the freezer and made Cliff his sandwich. Then I decided I'd fix myself something I like: deep-fried pancakes.
OK, maybe they're not totally deep-fried. But I like my pancakes fried in a lot of oil so they crunch when I take my first bite. Nobody else likes greasy pancakes, so far as I know. Usually when granddaughters are here, I fix them (and Cliff) nice, ordinary pancakes. When everybody else is through, I pour a liberal amount of oil in the cast iron skillet and make mine. I get it sizzling hot and pour in the batter.
So there you have it: I took something that was already bad for me (flour and sugar) and made it worse by adding as much fat as possible.
Hey, I only do this perhaps four times a year! Oh, and I take a nice strong anti-acid tablet like Pepcid before I eat. Oils are not kind to my digestive tract.
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