Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
While its cooking on the stove, make a yeast dough, or you can cheat like Mom does and buy frozen bread dough at the grocery store and thaw it out. Divide and roll out 4" to 6" circles, then spoon the meat mixture in the center. Fold up the dough and pinch it together and put it on a cookie sheet. Set them a little ways apart from each other because they'll rise some in the over and get bigger. Spread a little melted butter on the top. Bake at 375 degrees for 15-20 minutes until the bread is golden. There you go, now you know how to make Bierox at home. They're scrumptious. My Boy can eat about 10 of these at a time, but they do keep in the refrigerator well. Bone Appetit!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
But the American Beauty wildflowers are springing up everywhere! Grandma-Great used to call them Good Morning Spring flowers.
It's been a bit tearful on the farm this week as we say goodbye to some of our piggies. It's time to send them to Uncle P's farm for breeding so we'll have some fall show babies. The pigs look on this adventure as a trip to the spa because they get very spoiled and pampered at Uncle P's place. Since My Girl is a senior in high school, this was her last show season. She is retiring from the show ring, and when our sows come back to us this fall, My Girl will be away at college and won't see them much. She is giving Happy the Hamp a hug. Happy wasn't worried, though, she's been through this trip before and she likes to travel.
Twiggy is very anxious to load in the trailer and is squealing to be turned out. She will run and hop in, just like she did in her show days. My Girl is telling her to be patient and let the other girls load first. All of our sows are retired show pigs and are very gentle and sweet.
Okay, My Girl, we're ready. Release the hounds! (I don't know what that means, but I always wanted to say it.)
Asta the cow is looking on. She can't believe pigs go to a spa and wonders if there is room in the trailer for her, too. Oh, that's right. We have a cow named Asta (no offense, Asta NY and Asta Down Under, she's a very nice cow).