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Barn Wood

While we were at The Farm for the weekend, I made Captain Cavedweller wander around with me while I took a boatload of photos.

I will freely admit I was more than a little fascinated by all the weathered old wood around the place.

It started with wanting some barn wood photos.

This used to be an old granary. If you look close, you’ll see even the nail heads have turned red from age and weather.

These boards were part of the old chicken coop. This would be the place where I learned to despise chickens because I just knew they were determined to peck me to pieces whenever I got sent in to collect the eggs. The chickens flew the coop about 35 years ago and the building has since been used for irrigation tube storage.

This cool shot was taken in what used to be the original shop built goodness only knows when. The back wall had this great knot hole that peeps out on one of the pastures. When I was growing up I hated walking past here because a flock of terrorist birds would dive bomb me almost every time. So you learned to run fast and hope for the best.

This door used to let the cows out of the milk barn and it seemed like it weighed half a ton when I got stuck opening it. Maybe I need to resume a fitness routine that involves pulling way too heavy doors open. It was great for keeping the arms in shape. This would also be the door that didn’t get opened soon enough on one particular occasion which resulted in the cow going down the steps, into the milkroom and chasing my mom around the tank until my dad and brother came to the rescue.

This is one of the old barn windows. Surprisingly, all the panes were intact. If you look really closely in the right-hand side, you can almost see Captain Cavedweller. He’d be thrilled to know I caught him in the reflection. Or not.

She Who Likes Old Wood

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Tortilla Roll-Up Appetizers

If you want a simple appetizer that people absolutely can’t stay away from, try this easy recipe. I’ve made it countless times over the years and never have any leftovers.

Warning – we absolutely will not talk about the caloric content of this recipe! And don’t go all healthy-substitute crazy on me here. You have to follow the recipe or it just doesn’t taste right!

Ingredients

Mix up your filling. I know it looks a little... um... interesting.

Please don't be like me and absentmindedly put the meat on first then try to spread filling over the top. Put the filling on the shell, then layer on the meat!

Filling spread out on the shell, then add the meat.

Roll it up tightly.

Wrap tightly in plastic wrap and let set in the fridge for several hours or overnight. The longer it rests, the better the flavor!

Unwrap, slice and enjoy!

Tortilla and Ham Roll-Ups

4 large flour tortilla (or 6-8 smaller ones)

1 large package cream cheese, softened

1/2 cup grated cheddar-jack cheese

1 small can chopped olives

1/4 cup ranch dressing

1 package of ham lunch meat, thinly sliced

In a bowl, combine cream cheese, cheddar-jack cheese, ranch dressing and olives. Mix well then spread over tortilla, going almost to the edges.

Layer on ham then tightly roll up tortillas. Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for several hours or overnight. When you are ready to serve, unwrap, slice into about 1/2-inch wide slices and stand back. You don’t want to get trampled by the crowd as they hurry to devour these. (Unless Captain Cavedweller is there, in which case, linger all you want, he ain’t eating these!).

Happy Entertaining!

From She who Loves Roll-Ups way too much!

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Hobby Lobby

This past weekend, I had the opportunity to visit a store I had never been in before.

Boy, was that a mistake!

I will forevermore be an adoring fan and dedicated shopper of Hobby Lobby!

If you’ve never been in one before, they are the most amazing places to shop. You can find everything from craft supplies and fabric to party supplies, home decor and so much more. The best part – everything is so inexpensive. As in ridiculously priced. As in I couldn’t fill my cart fast enough and an hour later had to be drug under much protest out of the store by Hubby with only three bags full when I wanted 13.

You literally could get everything you need for savvy entertaining here – well except the food. But seriously, tablecoverings, wall decor, I even saw an aisle with decorative plates.

If you live in an area where you can go to a Hobby Lobby, check them out. You’ll be glad you did. Your husband, probably not quite so much.

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I may have mentioned  before my somewhat odd addiction to dishes. I seem to have trouble ignoring them when they scream “buy me” from the shelves of stores.

One particular set that regularly reels me in is Old Country Roses by Royal Albert. I’ve loved this pattern for nearly forever (honestly, before Captain Cavedweller days, even).

I love the combination of the gold and rich burgundy roses with the green foliage in the background. It is just a lovely, lovely set and one I never get tired of.

Hubby, fully aware of my weird dish disorder, is always game to add to my collection. Yeah, he’s a giver and an enabler.

In a recent frenzy of spring-cleaning, I  sentenced all the dish towels in my house that I deemed beyond redemption  to the rag bag. I have been searching for some new ones I like. (Side note: would have been good to wait to throw out old ones until I had replacement towels.)

I’m not a complete dish towel snob, I just have a few requirements. 1. How absorbent is the towel? 2. How much lint does it leave behind? 3. Is it pretty? (Number three is of course very important).

Not having much luck, I had about given up on finding anything that would speak to me when this weekend Hubby casually sauntered up and asked if I ever found dishtowels I liked. When I said no, he whipped out these babies.

That perfectly match my most favorite dish pattern.

I’m pretty sure I could feel my heart melting in a puddle. No wonder I keep Captain Cavedweller around.

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A few weeks ago I found myself wandering around a book sale. It was raising funds for a good cause so of course I was more than willing to purchase a box full of gently used books to help do my part.

Amid the romances and be-a-better person books, I found a cookbook I had to buy. I didn’t care what was inside the book, it was the title that reeled me in – “The Well-Fed Bridegroom.”

 

Huh… as compared to the half-starved husband?

 

Published in 1957, by Margaret Williams, the book is chock-full of interesting tidbits of information.

 

Like this one… “The sure way to a man’s heart” surrounded by all sorts of tempting 1950s delectables.

 

 

The book starts out saying, “Aside from love, good food is the cornerstone of a happy household…”

I’m so glad someone finally told me!

Seriously, though, the cookbook really does have some useful information.

It begins with a general information section with some great kitchen tips like grease the pot in which you melt chocolate to keep it from sticking.

It also has a section of cooking terms, measurements, and descriptions of kitchen equipment. If you had never been in a kitchen before or attempted to cook, the information would be immensely helpful.

A section on menus and recipes puts entire meal menus together and offers step by step instructions on how to prepare each dish. A section in the back offers extra recipes where my interested seemed most drawn. That would be the section with all the dessert recipes, of course.

I have yet to make anything out o the cookbook. Maybe I will when I can stop being so entertained by the contents.

And if you ask that Captain Cavedweller of mine, please ignore him when he assures you that he is not a well-fed bridegroom.

She Who Does To Cook Her Husband Dinner… Sometimes

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The other evening as I sat flipping through my new spring shoes catalog, marking pages and studying styles (exhausting work I assure you), what did Captain Cavedweller do but interrupt my shoe-shopping frenzy.

You should go to this,” he said, throwing  a page out of the newspaper into my lap.

The dog show or the criminal trial?” I asked, not particularly excited at the prospect of either.

Releasing a long-suffering sigh, he reached over and tapped at an article. “This, you should go to this.

“This,” so it turns out, is a gun class for women.

Huh?

While Hubby enjoys shooting and belongs to a gun club, it’s not really my cup of tea. Or my cup of anything. The one and only time he took me out shooting, I turned my head and squeezed my eyes shut every time I pulled the trigger.

Armed weapon + frightened shooter + closed eyes = potential disaster.

Not only that, but I’d like to retain what little bit of hearing I still have left.

Why on earth would I want to go to this class?” I asked Captain Cavedweller, who sat pretending to ignore my looks of question and disbelief.

It would be fun,” he said. “And no guys are allowed. Just girls. I really think you should go.”

But why?” I whined.

Because,” he stated, continuing to flip through the newspaper.

That isn’t a reason,” I said. “Why should I go?”

Because I want you to,” he said with a smile that most generally makes my heart melt in little puddles.

The light bulb finally went off  – he wanted me to take the class so I would go shooting with him. Now it made perfect sense.

I finally agreed I would take the class, but only if I could find someone to go with me. I emailed Most Wonderful Mother-in-Law who was more than happy to agree to take the class.

When I told Hubby, he smiled and handed me these…

A pair of pink-framed safety glasses.  Goodness gracious,  it’s a done deal, now.

I’ll let you know how it turns out. Wish me luck!

She Who Will Never Be the Next Annie Oakley

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Maizy

A few weeks ago, the Heinous Cat was having one of his usual meltdowns in the backyard. While I tend to ignore them, Hubby went to see what particular blade of grass or tree leaf had set his world off kilter this time.

Only it wasn’t  a thing throwing him into a tailspin. It was a her.

This her, as a matter of fact.

The Heinous Cat didn’t like her trying to horn in on the sweet deal he’s got going with Captain Cavedweller. He spluttered, hissed, and fussed.  He slapped and whined then begged us to make her go away. So she left, indignant and half-terrified of the crazed ball of fur chasing her out of the yard.

In the days that followed her first visit, she’d pop by occasionally, clean out the Heinous Cat’s food bowl and go on her merry way.

We’ve had our share of stray cats wander through our place through the years. Some stay for a day or two, some take up permanent residence. I am convinced there is a sign in the driveway, visible only to felines that states, “Complimentary Room and Board, just purr and look cute for a free ride.”

So far, it seems to be working.

The Heinous Cat tried to convince us of her evil intentions to take over the place, boot us out of the house and run an illegal catnip ring. We didn’t believe him. Apparently, she didn’t either.

Why do you keep this joker around,” she asked.

So she decided to stay and prove him wrong. Knowing we couldn’t keep calling her the yellow cat, I dubbed her Maizy.

And she is delightful – friendly, sweet, and warm… a complete opposite of the Heinous Cat.  Her one goal in life, or so it seems, is to be readily available should anyone decide to come outside and pet her.

And if no one comes outside, that is okay, too.

Her nose pressed to the kitchen window glass is good enough for her.

Never having been a huge cat fan, Maizy may change my opinion.

She Who Has Gone Soft for A Feline

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