After even MORE packing, Eugene and I ventured out on our last day together until she returns from Paris. I can hardly type that without tearing up. I’ll have to make some jokes to cheer myself up. Surprise, surprise, we … Continue reading
After even MORE packing, Eugene and I ventured out on our last day together until she returns from Paris. I can hardly type that without tearing up. I’ll have to make some jokes to cheer myself up. Surprise, surprise, we … Continue reading
As a devout chocoholic, I am very skeptical of desserts without chocolate. Recently, Grandmother has made me question my chocolate beliefs by introducing me to “butterscotch brownies.” These things are so decadent and satisfying and buttery and fudge-y and delicious … Continue reading
A great big thank you to Marcy at For Your Good Health (http://marcellarousseau.wordpress.com/) for nominating me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! I am so flattered. I really enjoy your photos and the great variety of topics you write about. Very inspiring!
In accepting this award, it is my pleasure to complete the following:
7 Things about Me:
And, now, my list of nominees who inspire me with their words and photos:
Y’all come back and visit!
Sugarlump
Hi there, I’m having trouble coming up with a nice, cohesive story to share today so I’m just going to offer a few photos, thoughts and comments that may or may not make any sense collectively and/or individually. It has … Continue reading
Last night, I went out for a lovely dinner with my aunt, uncle, cousins and sister. Uncle Brian and Aunt Vickie took us to this cute little place in Cookeville for a Cajun inspired meal. We took a poll and … Continue reading
Last evening, as my sister and I were headed out to dinner, there was a very pretty sunset happening. My camera on my phone had decided to black out on me and I didn’t have my big girl camera, so … Continue reading
Yesterday, I went to downtown Franklin with my neighbor to shop around at the Farmer’s market and go to lunch. I intended to come back with a bunch of fresh vegetables to cook for dinner this week. It was a … Continue reading
Today is my seeester Eugenice’s birthday.
She came to visit me this weekend and boy did we have a BIG time.
First, we shopped around in downtown Franklin and had an early lunch at Puckett’s. We left the restaurant to check out a cute little bakery and stumbled upon this completely normal scene on Main Street:
The latest in hybrid vehicles.
Thankfully this guy kept his road rage under control.
Apparently the dress code for this event was formal.
Somehow (perhaps inspired by our canine acquaintance’s fashion statement), we wound up at the mall where I purchased these VERY tall shoes. I thought that I was going to sneak one by Eugene and finally be taller than her. But then she also bought some VERY tall shoes. So I got to be tall and she got to be VERY tall. At least I was tall.
Here are some very professional photos we took of ourselves dressed to go out to dinner.
I’m not sure what’s going on with my right eye here. I think it got stuck.
Eugene’s poof was not cooperating.
We take ourselves very seriously. Obviously.
This makes me laugh uncontrollably every time I look at it.
The point of these pictures was to capture our full outfits, especially our sassy new shoes. Clearly we succeeded.
Not.
We ventured down to the Gulch and had a delicious dinner at Sambuca’s, where we enjoyed some great live music in our VERY tall shoes. We also had a celebrity sighting, which was a special present that I organized for Eugene (not really, but that’s what I told her. I won some major points).
After enjoying ourselves thoroughly at dinner, we started toward the door and realized it was pouring rain outside. We decided to wait it out for a little while, but then it just started raining harder.
Wonderful.
So, we agreed to cut our losses, take off our new tall (and suede) shoes, stick them in my purse and run for the hills (the car). I hope someone witnessed this and had a good laugh.
The next morning I whipped up a gourmet breakfast of Eggo waffles, butter and butter-flavored syrup. I then served this delicacy on my formal storage bin table next to the sofa. I know this made Eugene feel really special.
As I tried to take a picture of Eugene enjoying this beautiful breakfast spread, my camera went off like a machine gun. Evidently, the night before as we tried to take pictures before going out to dinner, Eugene had adjusted my camera to a timed, rapid-fire setting so we could back up and get a picture of ourselves since there was no one else to take a photo of us. I was not aware that my camera was still on this setting when I turned it on the next morning. As it went off, my instinct was to find cover because I had no idea what was happening.
Eugene just shook her head.
All in all, I would call it a very successful weekend of birthday/sister shenanigans.
Welcome to the third decade of your life, poodle. I hope you had a stupendous Birthday.
I LAHV you.
Y’all be careful and take an umbrella,
Sugarlump
I went back to Boston this weekend for my friend Lindsey’s bachelorette party and bridal shower. I don’t have any pictures of the shower, but I do have several shots of the bachelorette party, where there were many kinds of shots taken.
I would like to clarify that there were no guns involved.
Here is Miss Lindsey modeling her Minnie Mouse veil. She’s going to Disney on her honeymoon.
Here she is practicing acting like a mature, married woman.
And this is how I snuck all of the food and decorations into the hotel. They didn’t suspect a thing. Ha.
I think it’s safe to say that no one went hungry.
Everyone survived the evening, so all in all, I think it was a success and Lindsey seemed to enjoy herself as the second photo in this post confirms.
Even though it was a short trip, I did get to spend some time at home with my parents. Almost one month had passed since I moved to Tennessee and what a difference that month made in the yard. All of the trees were filled out and my garden had grown up considerably from my first pass through the yard at the end of March.
The rock wall bed is looking very green and fluffy (to use official horticultural terms), but no colorful blooms yet…
But don’t worry, there are a few things blooming back by the hammock!
(I’m sure you were worried sick).
I was nervous about my bleeding hearts coming back this year. They kind of looked a little bit dead as they lay helplessly on the ground last summer. They sure had me fooled! Little tricksters…
PEONIES! I’m sad I will miss these in bloom. They’re so pretty and fuchsia-y. I might add that they are doing a good job of holding themselves up.
Here’s a look back at the big rock wall from the edge of the patio. This bed on the left is a little behind. It has lilies and black-eyed susans that need some warmer weather to give them a boost. I should send them some 90 degree days from Nashville because I have some to spare.
Blue fescue! My dad thinks it’s hilarious that I have these balls of grass in my garden. Over the past few years, he has on several occasions asked me if I realize that there is already a lot of blue fescue in the lawn. I tell him that this is different and thus warrants being in the garden. I was usually saying this while digging up little clumps of grass that showed up in my garden uninvited.
Another bleeding heart that had me concerned last summer. Purty.
Here’s a look at the peninsula opposite the main rock wall. Still looking a little patchy, but it’s early..
Here’s the view from the driveway. See that big tree on the right with the sunlight shining on it? Well, the top of it croaked during hurricane Irene last summer. Somehow, when it fell, it only killed one of my plants because my little rock wall to the left broke its fall. This was good news that there were almost no plant casualties; however, the great news is that my shade garden has become a sun garden!
I realize it doesn’t look so sunny in this photo, but it was taken late in the afternoon.
Azaleas in the front yahhhd. I need more of this color in my life.
And here’s a look at my bountiful garden at my apartment in Tennessee. Very similar to the garden in Boston, don’t you think?
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
Several years back, Grandmother and Aunt Anna introduced me to strawberry freezer jam, which I of course ate on a warm biscuit for breakfast just as I normally do with other homemade jams. It didn’t take me long to realize that this was basically strawberry shortcake in breakfast form.
Let me show you how to get some of this in your life.
First, we make the jam.
You will need fruit pectin to make the jam nice and thick. You may need more than one package, depending on how many pints of jam you would like to make. The instructions for how to make this jam as well as the ingredients and their quantities can be found in this box or here online, but I will take you through the steps with pictures because I think you’re swell.
You will also need some clean mason jars with lids. I forgot to take a picture of these, but I’m sure you know what they look like if you’re interested in making jam.
Next, you must procure some strawberries. But not just any strawberries.
It is absolutely CRITICAL that you start with fresh and perfectly ripe berries. If you do a little drive-by test with your nose, you should be able to smell their sweetness. It also doesn’t hurt to take a bite of one of the berries to confirm that on the inside they are not tough and white and tart, but instead juicy and red and sweet.
You don’t actually need this many berries unless you want to make over a dozen pints of jam, which you very well might once you taste this jam on a biscuit. Grandmother and I got a little ahead of ourselves on the quantity of berries we purchased and probably only used ¼ of this box for 4 pints of jam. We did, however, manage to eat the leftover berries for dessert in the form of strawberry shortcake just to mix things up. Ha.
Once you have determined that these berries are indeed perfectly ripe and sweet, please wash them.
Then, hull the strawberries to remove the greenery.
Measure out 2 full cups of strawberries. Really pack them in so you maximize the strawberry-ness.
This is the fun part (other than the most fun part: eating the jam): Mash the strawberries until completely broken down. I suppose there are several ways to do this, but a potato masher is my weapon of choice.
Once the berries are mashed up well, add an absurd amount of sugar (4 cups).
Mix the sugar into the berries until dissolved and give them some alone time for 10 minutes. Stir the mixture every now and then and make sure they are behaving.
Meanwhile, pour the package of pectin into a small pot and add ¾ cup of water.
Bring to a boil over high heat and stir the heck out of it so it doesn’t stick and burn or lump up. Once the mixture starts to boil, continue cooking for 1 minute and you’d best not stop stirring.
Then carefully pour the hot, thickened pectin into the strawberry mixture after its 10 minutes is up.
(Its dissolving 10 minutes, that is. Its 15 minutes of fame, however, has only just begun).
Stir this mixture for a few minutes until everything is dissolved together.
Next, please save your heart some ache and use a funnel when pouring the jam into the jars. This will drastically reduce the amount of jam that spills onto your counter, your paper towel usage, and, of course, the amount of jam that tragically will never make it to a biscuit.
Using, a ladle, pour the jam into the jars, leaving at least at least a half an inch below the rim of the jar as the jam may expand in the freezer. Though it is tempting, filling the jars to the top with jam may lead to a misfortune similar to that warned against in the previous paragraph regarding the funnel.
Once you have successfully ladled all of the jam into the jars using a funnel, place the lids on the jars and allow allow them to sit on the counter for 24 hours before putting them in the freezer.
These keep for up to 1 year, which means you can enjoy this piece of heaven on a biscuit in the dead of winter.
Speaking of biscuits, let’s make some so we can eat what is effectively strawberry shortcake for breakfast.
(I suppose you could eat this any time of day, but I think it’s more fun to feel like you are getting away with eating dessert for breakfast. But that’s just me.)
These are Grandmother’s wonderful biscuits. They are small in diameter and relatively flat, which maximizes the surface area that develops a nice crust and minimizes any fluffy nonsense that gets in the way of the jam to biscuit ratio.
For the record, I have nothing against fluffy biscuits. I actually prefer them with sausage gravy because they sop up all of the savory wonderfulness sausage gravy has to offer. So, I guess it’s a texture thing.
ANYWAY, you would probably like me to stop blabbering on and tell you how to make the perfect strawberry freezer jam companion biscuit.
I’d be delighted.
First, measure out 1 cup of flour and dump it in a mixing bowl.
Then, please tell everyone to avert their eyes as you add 3 tablespoons of vegetable shortening (Crisco) to the bowl.
After you’ve extracted the shortening from the measuring spoon using CLEAN fingers, use your Crisco-ed finger to grease the flat cast iron skillet. This was my great-grandmother’s and it’s the only skillet I’ve ever seen Grandmother use to bake biscuits in the 23 years that I’ve been enjoying them.
Translation: This skillet is very old and results in delicious biscuits without fail. Try to find yourself one immediately.
Using a pastry blender, cut in the shortening until the mixture resembles a coarse meal.
Add about 1/3 cup of milk and stir the ingredients together until combined. It’s best to add most of the milk and hold a little bit back until you can gauge the moisture level of the dough. You want it to be moistened, but not overly sticky or wet.
Using your hands, knead the dough 4 or 5 times and add more milk if necessary. Don’t overwork it, but knead the dough until it looks right. It looks right when it looks like this.
The turn out the dough onto a floured work surface and press it down until it’s about ½” thick. Or, if you’re real fancy, use a rolling pin.
Then, use a SMALL biscuit cutter to cut out the biscuits. (See tangent above for rationale).
Place the cut out biscuit dough on the greased skillet and pop it in the oven on 425 until biscuits begin to turn golden brown, about 10 minutes.
These actually rose more than normal, but they still tasted good.
This is what the biscuit and jam (and butter if you’re absurd like me) looks like assembled and partially eaten. I had to take a bite to show you what it looked like on the inside. That, and I was so excited I forgot to take a picture until I had taken a bite.
That’s what strawberry shortcake for breakfast can do to you. Or, FOR you, depending on if you are a biscuit half-eaten or half-left-to-eat kind of person.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump