This last Saturday was my Granny's memorial. We had a diner out at our friend Linda Cook's farm to celebrate her life. It was such a wonderful experience, everyone eating and playing and talking out in the shade around the farm. Fantastic, fantastic! One of the dishes we (Clif, Borhan and I) prepared was my grandfather's bbq sauce. I hadn't had this sauce for years, maybe 20 or so, and had forgotten how good it was. We served it with a pulled pork shoulder that had been slow roasted for about 5 hours.
The recipe I have is for a lot of sauce - you can freeze what you don't use or just cut the recipe in half or even a forth. It says it is for 3-4 pot roasts and we had 2 pork shoulders and one pork roast (about 13 lbs total with bone)
4 x Onion Soup Mix
6 x 15oz Tomato Sauce
1 sm jar brown mustard
Kitchen Bouquet (to darken sauce)
1/4 c vinegar
1/2 c brown sugar
2 Tbsp Hot Sauce
4 tsp Chile Powder
3/4 tsp Garlic Powder
1 tsp Black Pepper
Combine all ingredients in pot and bring to boil. Reduce and simmer for couple of hours.
Combine with beef or pork roast that have been pulled apart serve with rice or bread. Enjoy!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Boys like cereal
My boys love cereal. Any time of day, they are just as happy with a bowl of cereal as with any other type of food. Granola, Rice or Corn Chex, Coco Krispies are the three main stays of my children. In fact, without cereal, they would have starved and withered away long ago.
When they pour a bowl, they go through little rituals. First they dump cereal in the bowl, getting a fair amount all over the counter and onto the floor. They are for the most part oblivious that they have made a mess. Then they flatten the cereal down in the bowl. I can't figure out why they do this, maybe they are measuring the amount against some invisible mark on the side of the bowl. Who knows, but they never seem to add more or take any out, as if the initial pour of cereal was perfect every time. Add milk and then instead of eating at the table or breakfast bar, they eat the cereal in one of two places. At the counter or on the floor. Sometime this causes additional problems, like spilt cereal on the carpet or the fact that they are taking up all the counter space with there cereal.
Ah well, at least they are full.
When they pour a bowl, they go through little rituals. First they dump cereal in the bowl, getting a fair amount all over the counter and onto the floor. They are for the most part oblivious that they have made a mess. Then they flatten the cereal down in the bowl. I can't figure out why they do this, maybe they are measuring the amount against some invisible mark on the side of the bowl. Who knows, but they never seem to add more or take any out, as if the initial pour of cereal was perfect every time. Add milk and then instead of eating at the table or breakfast bar, they eat the cereal in one of two places. At the counter or on the floor. Sometime this causes additional problems, like spilt cereal on the carpet or the fact that they are taking up all the counter space with there cereal.
Ah well, at least they are full.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The calm before the storm
I am in my hammock...
9:29 PM... the wind is blowing out of the southwest, pushing a heat lightning storm across the palouse. I can feel the pressure change, laying here outside on my deck. It is weird, almost like waves that give me the sensation that I am falling or spinning. But then a cool breeze will push it past me and I will feel normal again. To the west I see the flash of light across the horizon, but I can't hear the thunder. It's almost unnatural, to think that there can be lightning without thunder. Growing up in the south, the two went together... but not here.
I am trying to relax, but I can't. Darius's surgery date looms on the horizon, it feels unnatural too. Distant like the lightning but in fact is just 7 days away. The lightning is close now too.
9:45 PM... Our neighbor's little dog is barking, anxious, because of the coming storm most likely. I feel the same way, anxious. It is not just the little dog, a pack of coyotes has taken up the call, they are all around... baying from all sides, they feel it to, the nervous energy before a storm.
9:29 PM... the wind is blowing out of the southwest, pushing a heat lightning storm across the palouse. I can feel the pressure change, laying here outside on my deck. It is weird, almost like waves that give me the sensation that I am falling or spinning. But then a cool breeze will push it past me and I will feel normal again. To the west I see the flash of light across the horizon, but I can't hear the thunder. It's almost unnatural, to think that there can be lightning without thunder. Growing up in the south, the two went together... but not here.
I am trying to relax, but I can't. Darius's surgery date looms on the horizon, it feels unnatural too. Distant like the lightning but in fact is just 7 days away. The lightning is close now too.
9:45 PM... Our neighbor's little dog is barking, anxious, because of the coming storm most likely. I feel the same way, anxious. It is not just the little dog, a pack of coyotes has taken up the call, they are all around... baying from all sides, they feel it to, the nervous energy before a storm.
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