Tag: Potatoes

Field to Feast: Sunday Morning Homefries with Poblanos and Bacon… plus, A Toast

Field to Feast: Sunday Morning Homefries with Poblanos and Bacon… plus, A Toast

Fletch and I took a ride around the farm several weeks ago.  Not only was it a fabulous photo day, it was also a day of memories, and memories are made for sharing. What's the point of keeping them all bottled up inside of you when those memories can bring joy to others?  Those memories can help others to understand you better and can even draw you closer together. When I finally hear the harvester engine start up in August (or this year, September) I know that it's onion harvesting time.  That sound and the events that follow haven't changed...Read More
National Tater Tot Day and Gorgonzola Cheese Sauce

National Tater Tot Day and Gorgonzola Cheese Sauce

Happiness is Gorgonzola cheese sauce atop crispy tater-tots! Every day when The Boy comes home from school  I go through the contents of his backpack and homework folder.  He has some kind of reading, math and spelling homework Monday through Thursday nights.  Last night, in cleaning out his folder for the upcoming week, I found a reading comprehension handout about a type of dog that does not bark. The question that required a written answer (as opposed to multiple choice) was "Would you like to have a dog that did not bark?  Why or why not?" If there was ever...Read More
Salt-n-Rosemary Roasted Fingerling Potatoes

Salt-n-Rosemary Roasted Fingerling Potatoes

Fingerling potatoes, or...what to make when you are craving salt and starch and you don't want to run all the way to 7-11 for chips and onion dip. It was rainy last Monday. Oh, wait.  It's been rainy pretty much EVERY Monday since God knows when. I wanted to warm up the house a little so I got some Austrian Crescent fingerling potatoes ready for baking.  Then the idea of baking them in salt smacked me in the face. Years ago, my girlfriend used to get baby potatoes from us at the market. She raved about baking them in salt. ...Read More
Everyone Does

Everyone Does

Would you work for a Russet baked potato or some homemade potato chips? [caption id="attachment_1861" align="aligncenter" width="900"] Even BEES have work to do... and I don't know exactly WHAT this one is doing.[/caption] Everyone hates having too much work to do.  Or so I've been told.  And I guess when I think about it, I'm inclined to agree.   You just know there's a story coming, right?  Yeah, well...  The other day after dinner I was sitting at my desk printing up price cards for the markets and doing inventory spreadsheets, etc.  Thomas was sitting on the couch sorting his Pokemon...Read More

The DARKest DAY of the YEAR

Just happens to be the FarmGirl's birthday.  Raise your hand if you're shocked by this. That's what I thought. So, my brother and cousin started razzing me years ago about being born on the Winter Solstice because it's the day with the least amount of daylight.  And for some reason, they saw me as a dark person.  (Again, show of hands?)  Could it BE the dry sarcasm?  Real plates are for wussies. Eh.  It's fine.  I am in no way offended.  I am a Solstice Baby.  It's a very magical day, a day of rebirth and new beginnings and clear dream visions,...Read More
Birthday Dinner for the Woman Who Bore the FarmGirl

Birthday Dinner for the Woman Who Bore the FarmGirl

[caption id="attachment_1055" align="alignnone" width="614"] Greenhouses in December[/caption] Yes, that means my mother.... and at times she does indeed bore me.  And me her, I'm sure.  But it's give and take and that's what makes the world go 'round, right? [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="180"] Little Smart Ass. Think it's hereditary?[/caption] Like THIS for example.  I'm so glad I taught my little beast his letters and now he can use them to his advantage.  Or so he thinks.  I found myself staring at THIS lovely display two nights ago.  Everything is spelled correctly, too, so I guess my job here is done. ...Read More
“I love you more than Daddy…. but not more than Santa.”

“I love you more than Daddy…. but not more than Santa.”

[caption id="attachment_499" align="alignleft" width="300"] The Mutual Admiration Society[/caption] Yeah... this is gonna be a sappy one. Since school started (which, let's be honest, NONE of us could wait for), I've been missing my little sidekick. Kinda. I mean, having him with me (and trying to entertain and keep safe a 6-year-old with equally active mind and body) while I worked was a bit frustrating at times because even a big boy needs cuddle time and sometimes that really interferes with getting my work done. [caption id="attachment_500" align="alignright" width="135"] Boxing Zucchini with Grandma[/caption] Since day camp ended a month ago, Thomas...Read More

The Little Black Dress in the Kitchen

 * So here I am trying to type and post these recipe ideas and The Boy is being very affectionate and needy.  He's wonderfully happy, and ridiculously talkative, as any young man would be after riding along with Papa in the John Deere for the last hour.  He is emptying the contents of his piggy bank (ie coffee can with slit in lid) on my desk between me and my keyboard.  He reminds me of my cat (RIP, Miss Book), climbing all over me 'in the heat of the moment' like nothing important is going on (no comment) and why can't I interrupt?  This is...Read More

A Summer Afternoon Harvest… with Testy McDramaPants

 "C'mon, Thomas.  Let's go get some potatoes for dinner."  [caption id="attachment_202" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Potato Patch 2010 - Just Planted"][/caption] That doesn't mean going to the store, or even to the barn... yet. Yesterday, it meant going out to the field to dig them up fresh.   REALLY?   Yes.  With the afternoon sun beating down upon us, and with temperatures nearing 100, I dragged the "poor boy" all the way to the other side of the farm just to get potatoes for dinner.  He was gung ho about it until we burned our tushies on the seat of the pick-up that had been...Read More