Friday, July 25, 2025

Friday Food: Fishies

Friday 

Short version: A collard salad with leftover pulled pork--and cake--at home, sausages and potatoes at camp

Long version: A. was still gone with the three younger children this night. They were camping, and they cooked the sausages I had sent with them--jalapeno/cheddar and plain smoked beef--on a grate over their fire. They also had potatoes leftover from the meal I had packed for them the night before. The potatoes were in foil so they could be reheated on the fire, too.

The son home with me wasn't feeling well and didn't eat. I manhandled some collards and made a salad with those, the last of the leftover pulled pork, pickled onions, and feta cheese.

I made cake because I had a very small sour cream cake from some leftover batter I had made last time I made that cake. It had been in the freezer since then. It wasn't enough for the whole family, so I figured I would make it for the cake-loving eldest. I used some of the rhubarb I had cut the day before, along with strawberry jam, to layer in the middle of the two pieces I had cut, and then whipped cream over all that.


This is actually the whole cake, although it looks like a half.

He ate it the next day for breakfast. Surprisingly, this sort of cake holds up well in the refrigerator.

Saturday

Short version: Some cottage pie, more collard salad, chocolate chip cookies

Long version: I made a big cottage pie in my 15"x 10" Pyrex dish in the morning when it was cool, not knowing if the rest of the family would be home that night or would camp another night. 


A tip for making a really big pan of this: The mashed potatoes don't spread super well without pulling up the meat underneath, so it's best to make evenly spaced dollops of potato to spread shorter distances, instead of glopping it all in the middle and trying to get it to the edges. 

They ended up coming home, although only two kids were hungry. They had some of the cottage pie. I typically would serve it the next day, but I was presented with many fish instead, which needed to be used pronto. So the rest of the cottage pie stayed in the refrigerator as just extra food all week. The boys loved this. They could just scoop out some to re-heat for lunch or whatever anytime. They'd probably be very happy if I made a casserole in that pan every week. But I probably won't.

I used the rest of the large quantity of ground beef I had taken out to make just some browned ground beef with barbecue sauce, sort of like sloppy joe meat. I put some of that in with my collards, in addition to pickled radishes I had made that day in the jar the pickled onions had been in. I re-used the pickling liquid.

Saturday

Short version: Broiled trout, garlic toast, frozen corn, Mexican wedding cookies

Long version: A. and the children had amazingly good luck fishing their last morning in Colorado. They brought home eight trout.


That's a lot of fish.

Trout don't need to be scaled, which makes them much easier to clean than most fish. A. showed the three fisher-children how to clean them, using one as an example, and then they did the rest.

When your kids can clean fish for you, you really feel like you've arrived as a parent. At least, I think A. did. I don't clean fish at all.

Anyway. I broiled them with a butter/garlic/parsley/lemon juice mixture inside, and then served them with some mayonnaise mixed with lemon juice.

Since the broiler was on anyway, I broiled some garlic bread in there first, which kept warm in the oven as the fish were being broiled.


Dinner.

I had made the Mexican wedding cookies the day before while the oven was on to bake the cottage pie. My family LOOOOOVES these cookies. As cookies go, they're pretty wholesome. There's almost as much nuts as flour, and WAY less sugar than typical cookies. They're sort of involved to make, but much appreciated.

Monday

Short version: Trout patties, rice, Holy's cabbage or raw sauerkraut, leftover cookies

Long version: I had three whole trout left, plus some on children's plates. I used these to make patties the same way I make tuna patties--bread crumbs, egg, mayonnaise, mustard, lots of parsley instead of dill--but these take way longer because of the bones.

Trout are very bony. I of course pulled the flesh off the bones the night before when I was cleaning up after dinner, but then I spent at least half an hour more this night picking through the meat to get out dozens more tiny bones. It was truly a labor of love. I don't even eat fish. The bones were small enough that I wasn't worried about anyone actually choking. They're just unpleasant in the mouth.

They still found a few, because it's impossible to find them all, but I did pretty well.

I pulled the last bag of Holy's cabbage from last summer out of the freezer--I didn't have enough cabbage to make it this year, alas--and then gave the children who aren't into cooked cabbage some of the raw sauerkraut from the jar I keep in the refrigerator.

There were enough Mexican wedding cookies for everyone to have two for dessert. And there was much rejoicing.

Tuesday

Short version: Baked pasta, frozen green peas

Long version: I had taken a container of meat sauce out of the freezer several days prior and then never used it. It needed to be used. It wouldn't have been enough for everyone just over spaghetti, but in a casserole with pasta, pureed calabaza, and grated asadero cheese, it was more than enough.

I actually baked this in the morning when it was cool. At dinnertime, it looked too dry, though, as it had absorbed all the liquid while it sat. So I poured over more sauce made of a small can of tomato sauce, cream, red wine, and more spices, and then kind of chopped that in there and baked it.

It probably needed even more sauce, but it was very popular.


I added some grated Parmesan on top, too. It seemed like the right thing to do.

Wednesday

Short version: A smorgasbord of leftovers, and ice cream

Long version: I had a lot of different leftovers on hand. So I just set them all out and let everyone make their own plates to heat in the microwave.


A non-leftover rotisserie chicken purchased at Walmart this day, cottage pie, rice, one trout patty, sloppy Joe meat, pasta, sauerkraut, and Holy's cabbage.

The children helped me unload the car when I got home from Walmart, so of course they knew I bought ice cream. They saw no need to wait to eat the ice cream. I couldn't think of any reason not to eat it. Thus, ice cream.

Thursday

Short version: Pizzas, carrot sticks with ranch dip, watermelon

Long version: I made one half-sheet-pan pizza with sliced garlic and pepperoni, and a quarter-sheet-pan pizza that was just cheese.

Watermelons are always a crapshoot. This was a really good one. Yay.

Refrigerator check:


Watermelon always crowds the refrigerator.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

A New Kind of Salad

I remember some years ago, when "seasonal eating" had become a new trend, there were all kinds of recipes for salads that did not involve lettuce. These were meant to be fall or winter salads, when lettuce isn't growing anymore. They included things like shaved celeriac, kale, or radicchio. I remember reading those recipes and thinking, "Yuck. Lettuce salads for me, thanks."

And here I am, eating my words. And no lettuce.

This year in the garden had a confluence of two events that led to this. One is that the grasshoppers ate all the second planting of lettuce that A. planted for me. The other is that A. bought several collard green seedlings in the spring that grew to truly impressive sizes with the rain we've gotten this year.

The grasshoppers are also eating the collards, but the plants are so big that the damage is almost all on the big outer leaves, leaving the smaller interior leaves mostly untouched.

I do not love collard greens cooked, but when I was deprived of my lettuce for the salads I prefer to eat in the summer, I remembered those non-lettuce salads. Specifically, the recipes for "massaged kale."

The massaging part is pretty much breaking down the tough leaves of kale with an acidic dressing with salt--both salt and acid break the leaves down a little--that is then kind of kneaded into the leaves with the hands. The kale is first cut into thin ribbons, which breaks it down some anyway, and is then broken down further by being squeezed with the hands. This makes it softer and easier to eat. 

It's a lot of work, honestly, to make an edible food.

I don't like kale for the very reason that it's so aggresively tough, so I don't grow it. But I did have all those collards, which aren't quite as resistant to eating as kale, but are still pretty rough when raw. And so I tried the same method for the collard greens that is recommended for kale: I sliced it very thin, added a mustard vinaigrette, and kneaded it for a minute with my hands.

It worked. 

So this is what I now use as my lettuce substitute. And that is why my salads now look like this:


Collards, pickled onions, chickpeas, Aunt Belva's pickled beets, and feta cheese.

I had a similar salad one day when I sat down to lunch with the eldest child. For him, I had made bowl of pasta with leftover pasta, some bacon I needed to use, cream cheese, butter, and peas. 

A perfect illustration of the dietary requirements of a 45-year-old woman versus those of a 15-year-old boy.

I still like lettuce salads better, but I'm glad to have figured out a workable substitute for this summer, at least.


Sunday, July 20, 2025

Snapshots: A Corporal Work of Mercy

A few months ago, our priest said a funeral Mass for a lady who grew up here and lived here most of her life. She had moved, however, and none of her family was here anymore. Her daughters sent her ashes to our priest and asked him to bury them here, as it was what their mother had wanted.

There was no one at the burial except me and one other lady from church--and the priest, of course--and there was no marker for her grave. Her daughters had a little memorial plaque made for her and sent it just recently to the priest. There was no way to set it in the ground, however.

I had thought I would just have one of the boys make a wooden cross to afix it to or something, but then A. and one boy ended up shaping and chiseling out a stone to put the plaque on. After it was done, we went to the cemetery so A. could set the stone in concrete. 


It is very flat there.

Edited to add: That photo doesn't show the actual grave marker Son made, but I think some of you assumed it was one of the ones in the photo. I figured out how to obscure the personal details of the plaque he was working with, though, so here's the actual marker he made.


Flowers courtesy of Poppy.

My brother and his daughters have started making cards for the children for their birthdays. I love these cards. I got a text from my brother a week or so before the new 13-year-old's birthday asking if the birthday boy was still into tanks.

Well. I mean. Is there such a thing as a boy who grows out of tanks? I don't think so, and replied to that effect. This was the card my brother made.


This is a card made by a 47-year-old boy for a 13-year-old boy. Perfect.

The school supply lists have been posted on the school Facebook page. We still have a month or so before school starts, but I figured I should take advantage of the quiet house while A. was gone with most of the children and sort through what I already had so I could figure out what I needed.


I have a lot of folders.

I found quite a lot of things I forgot I had stashed away. Like boxes of crayons and colored pencils, and a 12-pack of glue sticks. I even found pencil boxes and scissors for everyone. Yay.

This little dude was hanging between the two chains on my bedroom ceiling fan.


I squished him. I don't care if it was Charlotte herself, I will not have a spider suspended above my face while I'm sleeping.

And last, some flowers. Of course.


Some below-the-hill flowers--and berries--A. brought me.


The big bookcase arrangement when I still had hollyhocks.


And the big arrangement without hollyhocks. This is what I'll bring to church tomorrow for the altar. It was better with the hollyhocks. Curses on the hollyhock-eating grasshoppers.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.

Friday, July 18, 2025

Friday Food: A Pork Triple Play

Friday

Short version: Ram chops, mashed potato cake, green peas

Long version: I tend to get very repetitive in cooking, especially with meat. So when I pulled a bag of ram chops out of the freezer, I did what I've been doing with them every time lately: marinate in salt, garlic, olive oil, and vinegar, then fry and finish with a sauce of the old red wine I'm still trying to use up. And cream. Sometimes I use cold butter.

Always good. And we don't have them often enough that anyone is tired of this yet.

The potato cake was the previous night's leftover smashed potatoes--which were not universally popular due to their texture--that I mashed further, mixed with an egg and some grated cheese, and then fried in a skillet with a lot of tallow. I couldn't flip this over whole, so I just sort of flipped sections of it until there were quite a bit of browned spots. It was still pretty soft, though. Everyone loved this. Much more popular than the smashed potatoes.


Before . . .


After . . .


And after on a plate.

Saturday

Short version: Irritating pork, butter-swim biscuits, sorta slaw

Long version: I had a very, very large pork shoulder in the freezer that was taking up way too much room. It was going to relatively cool this day, and also the next-day's birthday boy had requested the rice pudding that takes hours in the oven, so I decided to cook that giant hunk of pork.

And then I regretted it.

The first thing that happened was the rice pudding boiled over a bit and dripped onto the oven floor. Rice pudding is the WORST to get in a hot oven. So much smoke, so much mess.

Then, the pork was too big to fit in the deep casserole dish with a lid, so I put it in my biggest Pyrex casserole* and covered it with foil.

This never works well. I can never get the foil to stay tight. Maybe I don't use enough, I don't know, but it always ends up getting pushed away from the sides and then the liquid evaporates too quickly. 

This casserole was too shallow, which meant the liquid kept bubbling over the side and onto the floor of the oven. Which was already kind of mess from the rice pudding mess. There were just clouds of smoke coming out of the oven. I had to actually turn it off to let it cool a bit so I could clean it out. 

I also decided at that point to move it into the deeper dish I prefer to use, since the meat had shrunk a little. It was still just a bit too big for that dish, but I just found a spot where I could cut a small piece off next to the bone and kind of wedged it all in there.


And then I had two giant, greasy dishes to wash. YAY.

I also had to pour the liquid from the one dish to the other, and that, of course, ran down the outside of the dish and got all over the counter and dripped onto the floor.

Some day I'm going to be cooking, like, three small pork chops, and this sort of thing will no longer be a part of my life. And I'll miss it, right? Right.

Anyway! I made the biscuits because the oven was on anyway for the pork and I had a batch of yogurt that my children complained was lumpy. I make one and a half of this recipe in a 9"x13" pan, which uses up a lot of yogurt (in place of the buttermilk).

The slaw was a last-minute thing I made up. Just half a shredded garden cabbage with a shredded carrot, the last of some mustard vinaigrette on the counter, onion powder, and a couple of spoonfuls of yogurt. It was even less creamy than the coleslaw I typically make, but actually pretty good.

Sunday

Short version: Birthday sausage, pasta with not enough pesto, still-frozen peas, brownies and ice cream

Long version: The July birthday boy always wants pasta with pesto for his birthday dinner. This is handy, since I always have basil in the garden in July.

Except this year, the grasshoppers want to eat the basil. I actually made the pesto a few days earlier, because I noticed grasshopper damage and was afraid if I waited there would be none left at all by Sunday.

The plants were already pretty small, so to get any basil at all, I had to carefully harvest just a few leaves from every plant. I stretched this just a bit with some lamb's quarters (a weed sort of like spinach), but it was still a very small amount of pesto. The plants had grown back just a little by Sunday, so right before dinner I harvested a few more leaves of basil and made another miniscule batch of pesto. This was still not enough for the amount of pasta my kids want to eat, but it was the best I could do.

I had two packages of the Albuquerque-purchased Italian sausage left, so that helped to mitigate the pesto disappointment. 

The birthday boy had only asked for ice cream for his dessert, but when I asked if he would like some brownies maybe too, he said yes. Poppy wants to enter brownies into the county fair this year, so I had her make them while I was in the kitchen. She did a good job, although they were slightly overbaked.


She put all the candles in, too.

Monday

Short version: Pork, roasted potatoes, corn, fresh bread with jam, later ice cream

Long version: Always a lot of pork left from a pork shoulder, which I suppose somewhat makes up for the irritation in cooking it this time. I had baked bread just before dinner, so while the oven was still hot, I left it on and put in a skillet of the par-roasted potatoes from the freezer, along with the pork and frozen corn.

Since I had four bread pans hanging around waiting to be washed, I put the pork in one and the frozen corn in the other to put in the oven.


I neglected to get a photo of the full pans, so here's the aftermath.

Then everyone had fresh bread with butter and the strawberry jam I had made the day before.

And THEN, since we had eaten early because I just made dinner when the oven was already on, everyone had some ice cream at about 7 p.m.

Tuesday

Short version: Pulled pork sandwiches, coleslaw, potato chips, more ice cream

Long version: I made some buns the day before when I was baking bread, and heated the rest of the pork with half store-bought barbecue sauce and half things I added to the pot to approximate more barbecue sauce--ketchup, molasses, vinegar. I do this because the store-bought barbecue sauce I get is too spicy for me and Poppy straight.

I had made the coleslaw the day before with the last of the garden cabbages, so it was a very easy meal.

Poppy and I had been in the village earlier in the day, so I let her go into the tiny store and pick out a bag of chips for dinner. She chose cheddar and sour cream.


A very summery dinner.

More ice cream because the two younger boys and A. had been down the hill building a stone wall for seven hours and needed to replace a lot of calories. Also, it was hot.

Wednesday

Short version: Ram enchilada casserole, raw radishes, pureed calabaza

Long version: I found a small bag of already cooked ram meat in the freezer that I wanted to use up. I also had some leftover corn, pureed calabaza in the refrigerator, and the last of a can of refried beans that needed to be used.

I put all of that in a casserole with corn tortillas, cheese, and (homemade) enchilada sauce.

I forgot to drain the canned tomatoes I made the sauce from before I pureed them, which made for a rather wet casserole. The tortillas pretty much just disintegrated. Oh well. It tasted good, anyway.

Thursday

Short version: Leftover casserole, pulled pork, and calabaza at home, barbecue meatballs and potatoes on the road

Long version: A. took the younger three kids to Colorado so one son could attend a livestock judging camp. They were going to stay in a hotel this night, and then camp the next night. I had made barbecue meatballs and boiled potatoes for them to take. I wrapped it all up in aluminum foil so it could be heated in the campfire, but A. ended up just dishing it out onto the paper plates I sent and heating it up in their room's microwave.


Traveling food.

The eldest child home with me had the leftover casserole. I had the pulled pork and calabaza.

Refrigerator check:


Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

* I replaced the 15"x10" one that exploded. 

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

A Root Beer Test

It somehow came to me last week when I was at the grocery store with the three younger children that we should find some different kinds of root beer and do a taste test. I got three "fancy" brands of root beer and we did the taste test on Sunday as part of our birthday celebration for our new teenager. 


The contenders.

I was just going to have everyone try them to see which they liked best. But, my family being what it is, we ended up having this whole big thing with everyone taking notes and expounding upon foam and "root notes" and I don't know what all. It was pretty funny.

We did the tasting without them knowing which was which, as is proper, so then they all guessed which number corresponded with each brand. No one got any of them right, which was interesting, but all of them liked IBC the best. That's handy, since that's one of the brands available at the tiny store in the village.

It was fun, and everyone else is already planning what we can taste-test on their birthdays. Any suggestions?

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Snapshots: Many Flowers

This week's flowers, some from below the hill and always a work in progress as I add new ones I find and take out the ones that are starting to fade. 



For some reason the flowers in this one look like those fake flowers you can buy at craft stores. None of them are fake, though, I promise.


Kinda weedy, this one.


Much better, thanks mostly to the hollyhocks. I have to be very vigilant to catch the hollyhocks right as they open, lest they get chewed to tatters by the grasshoppers.

Last week's taller arrangement all lit up:



This was its spot on the altar.


The whole altar. The flowers are more visible in person, but still pretty small. Which is fine, because they're supposed to be a complement, not a focus.

In non-flower news, I replaced the slider on the deli drawer yet again, and as always, I used my beloved Leatherman multi-tool.


I needed both the screwdriver on it, and the pliers to bend a small piece of metal straight.

That Leatherman was the very first gift A. ever gave me--at my request--and here we are 22 years later and I still have it. The only reason I still have it is because I keep it in a drawer in the kitchen and everyone in the family knows that if it ever goes missing, I shall be very put out.

The most recent gift A. brought for me was very unexpected.


Say what?

He was at the store with a list I had made for him that included "dill pickle chips." What I meant was dill pickles cut into rounds, because I have a child who loves pickles on sandwiches and I don't have any homemade pickles right now. A. did not know that product existed. Likewise, I did not know dill pickle flavored chips existed. Hence, a very amusing misunderstanding. 

All of the children loved these chips, though, so I guess it was a happy mistake in the end. Although I still don't have any actual pickles.

And last, guess what I found on my pillow. (It was not a chocolate.)


Out, damned grasshopper! Out, I say!

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.

P.S. As of today, we have a new 13-year-old, which brings us to two teenage boys and counting.

Friday, July 11, 2025

Friday Food: America Food

Friday 

Short version: A patriotic feast

Long version: In honor of Our Great Country, we ate a lot. This is the one day a year that I ask A. to grill. We have a kettle grill, and we had charcoal, but we had no lighter fluid. This meant he had to build a fire with kindling under the charcoal. He did. And then he grilled some beef steaks he had bought at the Mexican market, where they're like half the cost of the stores around us, as well as some marinated ram steaks.

I made American potato salad (with mayonnaise, hard-boiled eggs, dill pickles, etc.), coleslaw, and baked beans as sides. All of this could be done in the morning, which is always handy.

For dessert, we had our traditional flag cake. I made a Bonnie Butter cake this year, along with this buttercream frosting, and then Poppy helped me decorate it.


Multiple people noted there are only 20 blueberry "stars" on this cake. That is why I started saying it's a historic cake from 1817, which is the year the 20th state (Mississippi) was admitted to the Union. So there.

We ate the cake with ice cream. And then we lit the burn pile in the pasture and toasted marshmallows. A glorious Fourth, indeed.

Saturday

Short version: Sausages, leftovers

Long version: I had lots of sides left over, but not a lot of meat. So I cooked a bunch of different sausages--cheddar, andouille, jalapeno-cheddar--to serve with the leftover beans, coleslaw, and potato salad.

There was a little leftover cake, too. Happy Fifth of July.

Sunday

Short version: Primal burritos, Mexican slaw, "healthy" Scotcheroos

Long version: I used some of our primal ground meat mix--elk and beef heart--to make taco meat with already-cooked onion, salsa, and a cube of pureed red chile from the freezer. Then I set out all the toppings, toasted some flour tortillas directly over the burner flame on our propane stove and let everyone make their burritos.


We're about a week from having tomatoes from the garden, so those are from the store, but the green onions are from the garden.

Poppy requested the coleslaw. She liked the vinegar-y slaw my sister made while we were visiting, so I made that for these burritos. I had discovered earlier in the day that while the grasshoppers don't really eat kohlrabi and collards, they do eat cabbages. They had gnawed off the top of the small cabbages left in the garden. So I harvested them, cut off the gnawed tops, and shredded that for the slaw, along with a carrot, some pickled onions, cumin, garlic powder, and vinegar.

I have never made Scotcheroos before, but I had crispy rice cereal, not enough marshmallows to make crispy rice treats, and a disinclination to turn on the oven to make dessert. Scotcheroos are traditionally made with butterscotch chips--hence the name--which I did not have. So I made a recipe for "healthy" Scotcherooos that subbed maple syrup for the butterscotch chips. I did not use brown rice cereal or dairy-free chocolate chips, though.

They were not healthy, but they were delicious. And very filling. I kind of hate the name, though, and it wasn't too appropriate since I didn't use butterscotch chips. I need to come up with something else to call these. Any suggestions?

Monday

Short version: Pork chops, cornbread, sauerkraut and carrots, leftover Scotcheroos

Long version: I had completely forgotten that I bought pork chops on sale a month or so ago. They surfaced when I was digging for something else in the freezer, so I took them out for dinner. All I did was heavily salt and pepper them, then brown them in batches and finish them by broiling them on a sheet pan, with some extra spices on them.

I made the cornbread earlier in the day when I had the oven on to make cookies. My broiler is one of those drawer ones on the bottom, so I re-heated the cornbread by putting it in the main oven while the broiler was on.

The sauerkraut was a jar from last year, rinsed and then sauteed in butter with some frozen shredded carrots.

Tuesday

Short version: Various combined leftovers, cherries

Long version: I made some rice. And then I had one and a half plain sausages left, which I sliced and re-heated with the last of the baked beans and served over some of the rice for the two youngest children. 

To the rest of the rice, I added the leftover primal burrito filling, frozen corn, a cube of frozen green chile puree, salsa, the last of the grated cheese from the burritos, and sour cream. That's what A. and the older two had.


As always, not pretty, but still eaten.

I had a leftover pork chop and some of the sauerkraut and carrots.

We all had cherries. I love cherry season.

Wednesday 

Short version: Oven barbecued chicken, baked potatoes, cabbage things, cherries

Long version: It was really warmer than I would have liked for cooking chicken, which takes at least an hour in the oven. However. It was going to be even hotter the next day, so I decided to make the chicken this night. It was drumsticks and thighs, which I salted, then covered in a spice and brown sugar mixture before roasting.

Potatoes in with the chicken.

The cabbage-y things were the last of the Mexican coleslaw and the last of the sauerkraut and shredded carrots. A couple of kids had raw radishes instead of anything with cabbage.

I bought two bags of on-sale cherries, which is why we had cherries again. Yay.

Thursday

Short version: Leftover brisket and chicken, smashed potatoes, cucumbers with salt and vinegar, banana ice cream

Long version: There were several pieces of chicken left, but not enough for all six of us. So I also took out a bag of the cooked brisket from when I cooked the entire brisket a couple of weeks ago. I heated the chicken and the brisket in the same skillet, using the liquid from cooking the chicken the day before.


Meat medley.

The potatoes were two and a half leftover baked potatoes that I scooped out of the skins and heated up with milk and lots of butter and salt. I roughly mashed them with a fork, but didn't do anything else with it.

I think this is the first time this summer that I've made the fake ice "cream" with frozen bananas. I had four bananas that were past their prime, so I sliced those in the morning just to make the ice cream. Much appreciated by the family on a hot and muggy evening as thunderstorms were moving around us. I don't love it as much as they do, so I just had some cherries. Again.

Refrigerator check:


I finally got the deli drawer slider and replaced it. Again. I think this is the fourth time.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

A Teaser

When we went to Colorado, A. stayed home to take care of the animals. He also took the opportunity to completely demolish the children's bathroom. There were leaks in the tub, toilet, and sink that were causing the floor to buckle, as well as forming an unwelcome swampy area under the trailer. The toilet only flushed with help from an extra bucket of water, and the bathtub was the original avocado-green plastic fixture from the seventies.

It was way past time to address it, is what I'm saying.

So while we were gone, A. pulled out the toilet, the tub, and the entire floor.


The old tub out the back door, awaiting its trip to the dump.


The new plywood floor. Delightfully solid underfoot.

With a great deal of hard work, he managed to have the floor and toilet installed before we got home. Then we chose some peel and stick vinyl floor tiles to cover the plywood. Since these tiles are going in our 1970s trailer-with-additions, we definitely do not need to worry about resale. So we chose exactly what we wanted.


And what we wanted were Moroccan-style tiles in blue.

We're waiting on the tub and shower fixtures to be delivered this week, and then A. can finish putting in all the plumbing. 

I'll post some pictures when it's done. Stay tuned.

Sunday, July 6, 2025

Snapshots: A New Mexican Church

A. has been working on and off on a big masonry job down the hill. On the very last day he was there with two of the boys, the van wouldn't start when they were ready to leave, so I had to go down there and pick them up. 


It's a very cool ranch in a beautiful location.

The van needed a new starter. We were very grateful that it broke down where it did, because it could just be left there rather than having to be towed. A. was able to go to town the very next day, stop at the ranch where the van still was, put the new starter in, and ta da! Fixed van.

Poppy made sure the refrigerator was appropriately decorated for the Fourth of July.


And another child contributed one of his small flags for the middle of the table.


The dark red asiatic lily isn't my favorite color of lily, but it was certainly appropriate for the day.

We had a lot of watermelon still on hand on the Fourth, so I de-seeded some of it, cut it into chunks to freeze, and used it to make an adult slushie with vodka and lemon juice. I was actually not a huge fan of this--too sweet--but it was definitely the right color.


Well, maybe a little more pink than red, but at least close to the right color.

We have several far-flung historic mission churches in our area that no longer have a congregation large enough to justify a weekly Mass, but our priest does travel to them to celebrate Saturday Mass once a month. These are beautiful churches, and I'm very glad they're still maintained.

We used to sometimes go to one that's about forty minutes from our house, but we haven't been in about three years. Poppy didn't remember the church and asked if we could go. So I took her to Mass at the mission church yesterday.


One of the more striking things about this church is that it's in the remnants of a village, itself isolated, but behind the church there is nothing but rangeland. It makes me feel that the church is an island on a sea of grass.


The interior is also quite striking.


I always wonder who did the paintings in these churches. Did they hire professionals when the churches were built? Or was there a very talented local? Probably the former, because almost every church here has incredible decorative painting.

The family that takes care of this church also serves at the Mass. The mother and two teenage daughters are the choir. They truly have lovely voices, and they sing all the parts of the Mass that can be sung, mostly in Latin. Their harmony really sounds angelic, and I love listening to them. This church has a choir loft in the upper back, so we can't see them, only hear them. It's one of my favorite parts of going there, because while we do sing at our church, we don't have a choir or any trained singers like that.

And last, while we were below the hill, Poppy and I stopped to gather some of the below-the-hill wildflowers growing in profusion on the roadside. There are just a few sunflowers that have started blooming up here, but down there, they're in full bloom. There were also some smaller yellow flowers, and some kind of thistle-looking flower (but without the spiky plant) that is purple before opening, and then is a fluffy white with a purple fringe when it opens out fully.


I also added some ornamental sage and grass heads.

I'll bring that arrangement to our church for the altar today. I have to have taller arrangements for that because the altar is so big and the people are kind of far away from it, so anything small is just kind of lost. And yes, Poppy and I will be going to church again. It's a mayordoma month for me.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.