Saturday, January 02, 2021

All it takes is the right recipe

My husband is a very easy man to cook for.  I used to tell people, "I can count on one hand the foods he won't eat," and then I'd name the hated foods:  yogurt, oysters, turnips, and black-eyed peas.  I could add grits to the list, but that's something I never cooked until the past couple of years anyway.

Since I discovered allrecipes.com, I seldom use my cookbooks except for the old favorites I've made for years.  I like so many things about that website!  First of all, thousands of people rate the recipes, so if you see a five-star recipe, you can pretty well assume it's going to be good.  Before you use the recipe you might want to read a few reviews, because sometimes there are corrections made to the original recipe that improve it:  for instance, I found the best banana bread recipe I've ever used there; however, the person who posted the recipe said to slice the bananas instead of mashing them.  Common sense told me that would not work, and comments confirmed that.  It's a five-star recipe, but if you follow it exactly, you're going to be getting bites of mushy cooked banana that aren't mixed in with the bread; at least, that's how it seems to me, and reviewers agreed.  Mash the bananas like you always do, and you will have banana bread that could win a prize at the county fair.

For years, I tried to cook creamed turnips that tasted like the ones my mother used to make.  I'd make a white sauce with a little sugar added (because when my mom made them, they were sweet), but they never measured up.  Then one day I surfed my way to allrecipes, put "turnips" in a search, and found Thanksgiving Day Creamed Turnips.  Bingo!  I followed the recipe and I was six years old again, sitting at the kitchen table eating my mother's turnips and asking for more.  Cliff agrees they are better that way, but he still doesn't like the smell of them cooking, so I get to eat them all.  What I'll do is cook a big batch of them, put them in the refrigerator, and eat some heated in the microwave every day until they're gone.  I do that with grits, too.  

Since I mentioned grits:  Neither of us ever understood why anybody would eat grits.  Then I discovered CHEESE grits, and I was hooked.  I've tried various recipes and have a favorite one.  Cliff will eat a small serving of cheese grits now.  He's even asked for some a couple of times.  I found one recipe he liked best, but it isn't my favorite; it has eggs mixed in and is baked in the oven for an hour. 

Every New Year's Day for years I've heated up a can of black-eyed peas for good  luck.  I'm not superstitious, but it's fun to pretend something might bring me good luck.  For several years I have made Ree Drummond's black-eyed pea dip, which both of us liked.  I would have made it this year, but when I went to our nearest small-town store, they didn't seem to have any canned black-eyed peas; so I picked up a bag of dried ones, thinking I'd cook a small amount for my dip and toss the rest.  But when I got up yesterday I decided to see if allrecipes had something different I'd want to try.

If you are a confirmed hater of black-eyed peas like my husband was, you are not going to believe this:  I found a recipe for black-eyed peas we both love, better-tasting than any kind of beans I've ever cooked in my life!  I halved the recipe, but I almost wish I hadn't now:  I could have put portions in the freezer for later.  There's plenty left for today, thank goodness.  We won't be making it in place of other beans because it is so full of unhealthy things, it ought to be against the law:  bacon, bacon grease, ham, butter... oh yes, this recipe is loaded with fat.  But I know what we'll be having on every New Year's Day for whatever brief time is left to us on this earth, and we'll talk about it often throughout the year.  You can find the recipe HERE, but I'm putting it right on my blog so I'll have it for future reference.  Please, all you haters... put your prejudices aside and just try the recipe once.  If Cliff took to it so well, I can't imagine anyone not liking it.  By the way, I did the quick-soak rather than soaking them overnight, and I only cooked them four or five hours.  Even that long seemed ridiculous to me, but since they came out so good, I'll probably keep doing it.

Dave's Georgia Black Eyed Peas
Enjoy and serve with cornbread.
Prep:
15 mins
Cook:
8 hrs 20 mins
Additional:
8 hrs
Total:
16 hrs 35 mins
Servings:
16
Yield:
16 servings
Dave's Georgia Black Eyed Peas

Ingredients

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Directions

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  • Rinse, pick over, and place the peas in a large bowl. Cover with several inches of cool water; let stand 8 hours to overnight.

  • Pour the water into a large saucepan or soup pot. Add the bouillon cubes and bring to a boil, stirring occasionally to dissolve the bouillon. Stir in the peas, reduce heat, and bring to a simmer.

  • Place the bacon in a large, deep skillet and cook over medium-high heat, turning occasionally, until evenly browned, about 10 minutes. Drain the bacon slices on a paper towel-lined plate. Crumble the bacon and set aside.

  • Melt the butter in the pan with the bacon grease; cook and stir the onions until they begin to turn brown at the edges, about 10 minutes. Stir the onions and cooking fat into the peas; add the crumbled bacon, ham, and salt and pepper to taste. Simmer the peas over low heat for 8 hours, stirring every hour.

Nutrition Facts

431 calories; protein 20.8g; carbohydrates 31.3g; fat 25.2g; cholesterol 50.8mg; sodium 1176.8mg.

Friday, January 01, 2021

It's 2021 (and nothing much has changed)

I've been hearing freezing rain and sleet on the windows ever since I got up at 3 AM.  It's 5:30 now.  I wish it were snow, because snow doesn't usually make me worry that we'll lose electricity, which at our house means no water, no lights, no flushing... and all that goes with that.  Nine times out of ten, it doesn't happen, or else the outage is brief enough that it doesn't affect us much.  We shall see.

The first thing I must tell you is that my "dead" hen was somewhere in the chicken house very much alive; last night I went out thinking to collect one egg and found two hens and two eggs... and of course, the useless rooster.  I swear I looked in every corner of their small section of the chicken house, including on the nest.  The only thing I can figure out is that she somehow got around the canvas curtain that keeps them out of the south half the chicken house and spent the night there;  Cliff had put up a canvas to keep the chickens out of the junk he has stored there.

About neighbors and killer dogs:  My past has taught me that one does not want to start a feud with the neighbors; no good ever comes of it; now if they were to hurt Gabe or me, I would definitely do something about it.  

The lady of the house over there breeds German Shepherds; most of the time, all of them but one are in kennels.  Once a day, for a couple of hours in the evening (same time I let the chickens out), they are turned loose.  A couple of them run over to the timber at the back of our property and chase deer, which means no hunters will find any deer around, because they've been chased out daily.  The grandson did tell the neighbors about that, and the lady simply said, "Yep, that's what they do."

I wish they'd do it on their own property.

So that tells me she doesn't care and has no plans to change anything.  If another hen had been killed yesterday, I was planning to simply give the hen away and have Cliff kill the rooster (nobody wants a rooster... they're everywhere).  I only let them run free for an hour or so in the evening, and I wouldn't have to do that, but they're so HAPPY when they get a little freedom, and that makes me happy; if we built a pen, they'd eat all the grass and it would only be bare dirt yard; oh, they'd have fun scratching for bugs, but they do love to eat grass and white clover, which makes the yolks of the eggs a bright, healthy orange.  

Meanwhile, I'm thankful my two pet hens are alive.  Take that, 2020!

Oh, but 2020 had a last laugh on me when I went to the mailbox.  There was a bill from St. Mary's Hospital mailed to Cliff, saying he owed $14,145.85 for a surgery done in October 19, 2019.  The last surgery he had at St. Mary's was in 2013 when he spent eight days there after his gall bladder exploded.  I tried to call them, but it was New Year's Eve.  So, no luck with that.  I did a search on my blog to find out what we were doing October 19, 2019:  We were on a bus trip with our tractor club.  And that, by the way, is one of the perks of having a blog.

I've had a lot of Topsy's popcorn the past three weeks:  the oldest granddaughter always gets us a can of it with half caramel and half cheese.  We were just finishing that can when our daughter brought us another, bigger can, half caramel and half cheese again.  That one wasn't quite empty when, on Christmas Day, Cliff brought in a can of Topsy's with nothing but cheese popcorn in it, because that's usually the kind I pig out on.  It still tastes good to me, but please, people, no more until next Christmas!

So as I was eating some of my cheese popcorn last night, Blue-the-cat started getting friendly with me.

Never mind my little mess.  I TOLD you I was a slob.  Sometimes I crop stuff like that out (true confession), but I couldn't do it with these shots.  I'm just being real here, as Pioneer Woman used to say before her sponsors made her take all the good stuff out of her blog.

This is as close as Blue got to it.  I kept saying "no", and he finally backed off.  

I like to read through the Bible every year.  I have three translations, or versions, of the One-Year Bible.  That gives me some Old Testament, some New Testament, a Psalm, and a proverb each day.  If one portion of my daily reading doesn't inspire me, a different portion will.  Last year I read the New International Version; this year I'm going back to my roots and reading the King James Version.

I'm still learning to right with my left hand.  When I can't think of anything else to practice on, I write down a good portion of my daily Bible reading; today I chose the first Psalm.  Here's how that looked:


I hope all of us have a wonderful year.  I'm thankful no chicken died yesterday, and also that we don't owe a hospital even $10.

We've made it to another year!  

I leave you with a video from Tipper, of Blind Pig and the Acorn.  It's pretty long, but you should at least listen to a minute or two of it to hear her lovely southern accent.  She is the woman who sent me the ring made from a fifty-cent piece.