Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Annual November Harvest Feast

Hello and I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!
Just wanted to share this year's feasty frenzy with you
(and a secret recipe from down South):
  • Hickory smoked turkey
  • Southern cornbread dressing
  • Homemade cranberry chutney
  • Chipolte-Sorghum sweet potatoes
  • Naked Green Beans
  • and Mom's homemade Pumpkin pie
In the American South, we do not eat bread stuffing. We eat cornbread stuffing! And here's my secret recipe just for you!


Southern Cornbread Dressing:

1 pan skillet cornbread (recipe below) cooled and crumbled

1 (8 ounce) can cream-style corn

2 eggs, beaten

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup butter

1 onion, finely chopped

2 celery, finely chopped

1 tablespoon minced garlic (not dried)

1 tablespoon fresh thyme

1 teaspoon dried basil

2 teaspoons dried oregano

2 teaspoons salt, or to taste

1 teaspoon ground black pepper

3 cups chicken broth

  • 1 cup dried cranberries (or chopped apples if you prefer)

Directions:


  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Lightly grease a 9x13 inch baking dish.
  2. In a saucepan, add butter, onion, celery, garlic, thyme, basil, oregano, and chicken broth and bring to a boil. Cook until celery is al dente.
  3. In a medium bowl combine crumbled cornbread, creamed corn, eggs, milk and dried cranberries; stir until moistened.
  4. Mix in the saucepan ingredients and season with salt and pepper. Pour into prepared baking dish.
  5. Bake in preheated oven for 20-25 minutes, or until golden brown.


Basic Southern Cornbread:
2 cups white self rising cornmeal
2 eggs beaten
2 cups buttermilk
2 tablespoons bacon grease or vegetable oil


Directions:
Mix all ingredients together and pour into a greased cast iron skillet. Bake 30-40 minutes at 400 degrees F or until golden brown.


Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Time to throw my hat into the ring

It seems to be a common topic. One that reoccurs many times over on farm blogs. One we all hate to see pop up in our reader yet a story we can all so easily relate to. I am referring to the the loss of our barnyard companions. More specifically, the loss of our little feathered friends.

Yesterday evening just before dark we noticed three of our four chickens missing from our yard. Each night just before dusk we scoop up our two Doms and two Rhode Island Reds and put them up for the night in an elevated hutch. Often the girls are waiting near the door for us and we just pick them up and put them to bed. But not last night. One was waiting at the door as usual but the other three were no where to be found. We tracked down our other Dom in the thicket just next to the house. But we were still missing both our Road Island Reds.

For about three hours we combed the woods with flashlights looking for the girls but to no avail. Clouds had set in and rain was predicted that night. The only thing we could do was wait until daylight and hope they came home. I was worried (of course) but knew the two had to be together and that made the long hours until day break a little easier.

This morning our smallest Red came sauntering home. She came from the direction of our neighbor's house. Naturally I was jubilated to see her safe and dry and on her way home. However, my heart sank as I saw she was alone. But, I held out hope because if indeed our smallest hen (and lowest in the pecking order) found her way home, surely our lead chicken would as well.

I put the the little Red up and fed the three of them until the rain let up later that morning. Then I turned them out for a little while in the yard while I moved their day pen to a fresh spot. (We keep them in an enlarged dog kennel when we are not home to keep an eye on them.) I guess I was hoping the three hens would beckon our forth missing girl home somehow.

I stepped inside just for a moment to help my two year old with something when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a black dog standing in our yard. The moment I hit the door, our Doms sounded the alarm and I immediately chased the dog away.

I scooped up the Doms and put them back in their hutch. But my little Red was no where to be found. She took off. And is gone again.

How fortunate I was to have her survive a night unprotected only to have her disappear once again. Heartbreaking. Truly Heartbreaking. And frustrating.

I am now convinced this dog may have appeared yesterday and scattered the small flock. The lead chicken (the one who has yet to return home) was a bit of a wander over the summer. I had to continually bring her back from our neighbor's yard and I kept her in her day pen unless I was out to supervise. She is also very broody so there is hope she may have a nest tucked away somewhere and will return home at some point.

We've combed the yard, and the woods, and the neighbor's yard, and the other neighbor's yard, and the trees, and the bushes. There is no sign of struggle. No piles of feathers. It's raining today and there will be heavy storms tonight and tomorrow.

I called our local animal control and reported a leash law violation. I caught him in the yard one evening last week trying to attack my rabbits (also in elevated cages) and chased him away then. He is quiet- doesn't bark. He's young (and sneaky.)

There is a part of me that says there is nothing more we can do. But then there is the other side of me that remembers bringing these girls home as day old chicks and teaching my toddler how to care for them. Sad really. And frustrating.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A visit to Sequatchie Cove Farm


This past weekend we visited a local farm that specializes in sustainable farming and organic produce. Recently, they have gained notoriety across the South for their artisan cheeses.

On Saturday, they hosted an open house and farm tour. We were curious, so we went. (Besides, who could resist the opportunity to explore a secluded mountain cove on a beautiful autumn morning.)
One of the owner's residence
(and the official greeter on his way to meet visitors)
Gorgeous mountain cove
Brood of hens gleaning spent garden beds
My little one and her accomplice trying to herd a cat
Sequatchie Cove Farm is by no means a typical commercial farm. It is maintained exclusively by six people- two of whom make the farm's cheese. I am not sure how many milking cows they have total, but during our visit we saw about a dozen or so. "The cheesemaker" said they are at about half their capacity right now and are excited about expanding as demand gets higher. Their dairy barn is the latest addition to the farming operation and houses a state of the art commercial kitchen and aging room. (We were not allowed in for sanitation reasons but did get to peek through the window!)

Who's watching who?
The creamers
My little one and her daddy- right at home with the cows 
The autumn colors
All in all- it was a lovely visit on a beautiful autumn day. And while we have no intention of ever going commercial with our farming (or raising our own meat- sorry folks, just can't do it.....), we were very inspired by what we saw at Sequatchie Cove Farm. Who knows- we may just try our hand at cheese making too someday!

Monday, October 17, 2011

A Nature walk with Fairies

This past weekend, my family and I attended the Festival of Jack O' Lanterns at our local nature center. This is an annual fundraiser and all proceeds go toward the preservation of our local wildlife. In addition to being a sanctuary, the center has several greenhouses on the grounds and a wildlife conservation area that is instrumental in raising awareness about the South's endangered red wolf population.

This year we decided to attend the festival in costume. I had the pleasure of being accompanied by the sweetest little fairy!


Happy Autumn everyone!



Thursday, February 3, 2011

Fall in the Mountains

Last weekend we took a train ride along the river and into the mountains. The scenery was gorgeous and the chance to ride on the nearly extinct thing called a passenger train was glorious. The railroad is what built America. Many a town sprouted up near rail stations and quickly fell away when the rail changed course. The railroad supported families. It built the American middle class.













But people today are too busy to travel by train. We are in too much of a hurry and prefer to get from point A to point B in the least amount time possible. People on trains used to talk to one another. Today, people talk on phones or stick little buds in their ears so they do not have to interact at all. Husbands met wives on trains. Children traveled to see grandparents by trains. Today we search out love electronically and children would rather just email a greeting to Grandma rather than go for a visit. Yes, we are very busy these days. However, for a few hours one Saturday afternoon in the Fall, my family and I got to experience something extraordinary.

Homemade Applesauce

It's fall in the South and that can only mean one thing! It's apple time!
Only one hour away from the South's greatest apple orchards, each year we take a day and go up to the mountains to get apples. This year we came home with a bushel of yellow delicious and a half peck of granny smith's. I intend to use the granny smiths for various recipes. They keep a long time and will last the winter through. However, the yellow delicious are a bit more perishable and thus need to either be eaten, canned, or dried.

And that is what we did. We ate lots- gave away lots, dried a few, and made applesauce with the rest.

Here is the process of making homemade applesauce.

Step 1. Wash and peel your apples. I do not have one of those fancy apple peelers (although it is now on my Christmas wish list) and did by hand.

Step 1: Wash and peel your apples
Step 2: Core your apples, cut them up into pieces, and put them in a deep stock pot. I add a little ascorbic acid to prevent browning and as a preservative. Add about 1/2 to 1 cup of apple cider or water (more or less may be needed depending upon your batch size).
Step 2: Cut up your apples into small pieces

Step 3: Cook on medium-low heat for approximately 1 hour. (Again, more or less time may be needed depending upon your batch size.) Stir occasionally to prevent burning.

Step 3: Cook until soft. You can see the pot contents have been reduced to almost half.
Step 4: Can in sterilized jars in a water bath or pressure canner. Here is a link to the site I reference most often when canning anything.

It's just that simple. If you want a smoother applesauce, use a food processor after coring and cutting up the apples. There is no need to add sugar to this recipe. If you use the right kind of apples, your applesauce will be naturally sweet.

I used approximately 16-20 apples in this batch and ended up with 1 quart and 3 pints of applesauce. My 20 month old eats it like it's going out of style! She loves it! And- no artificial preservatives (ascorbic acid is a naturally occurring substance) and I know EXACTLY where it came from!
Canned pint of applesauce