Friday, 20 November 2015

My Buckhead

I have a farmhouse that I bake in.  It's my 'baking' farmhouse.  I bake all my pies for the market there.

It has two really nice large front rooms.  Johanna uses one to teach fiddle and stepdancing....two nights a week.  It's worked out well for her to have her own space to do this.

The other room is a work in progress.  I've been painting.  It has very old wainscoting all along the bottom half of the walls and it was dark.  I washed it a couple of times but the cloth just kept turning orange.....I decided to paint it.  With 4 coats of white paint.  I think I'm done now.

As I was painting I kept having to move this faux fireplace mantle.  It was placed in this 'storage'...but I was considering taking it to the dump.  It was also dark.

Finally one day I just painted it white too.  I decided that I would use it.

And then I got this idea that I wanted some sort of antlers or horns above this mantle.  Only I didn't have any antlers or horns.

I googled and looked through pinterest but I really just couldn't find what I was looking for....even though I didn't know what I was looking for....until I came upon this picture

It was from Katie's BOWERPOWER blog.  It's here.

This is what I was looking for!  I could see this above the mantle.  Only I would do three different coverings on the three different pieces.  I could see it in burlap and lace or all different fabrics.  But I didn't have that stuff.  I just had scrapbooking paper and I was just too excited that I needed to make it RIGHT THEN.

So I drew it out on some Bristol board.  Just free hand.  It took all evening.  But it was worth it.

And then  I used my tracers and put it onto heavy cardboard.  And cut it out.  It wasn't easy.  Those curly antlers were a real pain.

And then I picked out my paper and I had to try and match it up like wallpaper because my papers weren't actually big enough to cover it.  It was big.

And it was harder than I thought it would be.  And everyone was asking me what I was doing......they shake their heads a lot at me.

I glued it all together and I was amazed.  I think they were all amazed.

And I teased the boys that I had to make my own buckhead because they had never shot me one.

But then Jack got a beauty. 

But I like mine better.

And I begged Terry to build me a barnboard back for it.

And he did!

EEEEKKKK!  I love my buckhead!


Monday, 16 November 2015

The Hunt

The boys had a good hunt this year.  They were up to the Ruby Hilton for a few nights for the first week and then they stayed at the A&W camp for a few nights in the second week.

There is no worries about what you miss at school during the hunt.

Because pretty much....there is no one at school.

I took supper and pies up to the Ruby Hilton one night....

These guys look forward to this all year.

It's about the friendship.

and the food.

and the stories.  so. many. stories.  hard to believe that they are telling the truth stories.

And when this happens....

everyone gets pretty excited.

I was so happy for Jack.


Monday, 9 November 2015

Saturday night.

Saturday night.

It's 'chip night' here. 

We sit around and eat chips and play cards or watch a movie.

Every Saturday night.

But on Saturday night when we were sitting around the power went off.

Completely unexpectedly. 

Without notice.

We were in the dark.

Complete dark.

Lydia swings into panic mode.

I tell her that there is a flashlight on the side of the of those ones with a magnetic on the back of it.....that you keep on the fridge for times like this.

But she tells me that actually's not there.  She was playing a game earlier in the day and she needed it.

Oh.  That's bad news.

There is a candle on the windowsill.  But we would need the bbq lighter.  And it's out at the furnace.

Wait a minute!  I get up and head to the kitchen counter.  In the dark.

And I say....

I think there is a little flashlight beside the toaster.  UUUUGGG.  I just put my fingers in the butter.

I stick my fingers in my mouth....because I'm in the dark and I need that flashlight and I love butter.

And as I keep looking my tastebuds are going a little crazy.

And I head to the sink.

And I say.....

I can't find that flashlight.  And that wasn't butter.

And I'm gagging.  In the dark.

The little dish of bacon grease was sitting on the counter....right near the butter....right near the toaster.

I ate a ridiculous amount of chips and downed an awful amount of Pepsi.

And when anyone complained about being in the dark I just said...

All I can taste is bacon grease.

Do these things only happen to me?

I think so.


Tuesday, 3 November 2015

These Two

I was looking through some old photos today.  Actually, they weren't really very 'old'....they were from about 5 years ago.  But it's amazing how things have changed around here in so little time.

Kids grow up.

I was just looking for some 'farm style' photos to enlarge and frame but I became overwhelmed with looking at all the photos.

There is a ridiculous amount of photos of cows and kittens and hens and sheep....and kids doing some pretty funny stuff.  And then there were videos.  Bless my heart.  Babies sitting in high chairs and crying.

Where did all my babies go?

And my's messy now....but when I look at some of those photos I wonder how I just didn't go completely mental. 

And then I found this series of photos.....

These two. 

They sure have kept things movin' and shakin' in this house.


Monday, 2 November 2015

Carving Pumpkins

Halloween happened on the weekend.

We did some carving.

And trick or treating....I only had two little spooks to take out this year!


Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Apple Pie in a Cake Pan

I did something mind blowing the other day.


I've made lots of apple pies....but this pie.

This pie has changed everything.

Pies don't have to be made in little round pans.

They don't have to spill over in your oven and make a mess.

They can be made in a 9X13 cake pan.


I don't know what gave me the idea to do it.  I was just rolling out pie crust minding my own business and suddenly I rolled out a big piece and put it in the cake pan.  I did it so it was big enough to go right up the sides.

Then I peeled and sliced up a ridiculous amount of apples.  I knew that this pie was not going to run over....I could just load it up as much as I wanted....and I did.  I mixed some sugar and cinnamon in with those apples and I piled it all up in the pan.

I didn't have anymore crust to put on top so I just made a crumb topping....flour, brown sugar, cinnamon and butter.  It's the topping that I put on a dutch apple pie.

Then I baked it in the oven just like a regular apple pie.

Only I left it in a little bit longer than I should have because I needed to drive Grady to the milk barn and pick Johanna up after band practise.

But it didn't was still good.

This makes one HUGE  pie.  Which is perfect.....because otherwise I need to make a few pies.  We had leftovers with this pie.....simply unheard of around here.

It sliced up perfectly.  It was like you were eating cake....only it was pie.

It has changed my world.  I will be doing this again.


Sunday, 25 October 2015

Too many birds.

Jack has several different breeds of hens.  He has been going to birds sales for the last few years and he has quite a collection of interesting things out there.

He also loves to hatch out...he's got an incubator but lately he just gets the bird to sit and hatch them out themselves.  He knows which girls will sit....and he'll collect a bunch of different eggs from different birds and then put them all under the girl that will sit.

So, he had eggs hatching in the spring and then more just hatched out in September.

The trouble with all these hatch outs is that he ends up with roosters.  So. many. roosters.

Last year he took them to the bird sale and some guy came along and decided to buy them all from him.  He wanted a yard full of roosters....just for fun.  Suddenly Jack was in the business of making rooster dreams come true.  I had no idea that people would want a yard full of roosters.

Roosters don't just crow 'cock a doodle doo' in the morning.  They scream like someone is being murdered at all hours.  Very early in the dark of the morning.  And at two in the afternoon.  It's non stop.  Everyday.

And we have a lot of roosters at the moment.

And somehow we missed the bird sale this fall.  We thought it was 'the next weekend' but it was that day....and we had missed it.

So Jack went out and took lots of photos of his birds and I put an ad on kijiji for him.

And now I've been dealing with all the questions about the birds....only I know nothing about birds.

These birds people are serious about their birds.

One woman came to pick up some hens and when she arrived I just told Jack to go out and deal with her.  He was the one selling the birds.  But he came back to the house and said that she needed to talk to me.  I made small talk with her and apologized for our dog sniffing her the way dogs sniff strangers and then she just started talking on and on....and I had no idea if she was talking about breeds of birds or dogs.  And then she left and I asked Jack....was she talking about birds or dogs?

Birds. mom. BIRDS.

Emails asking about breeds and what's left.

And can you sex the chicks?


The emails were a little awkward.  But I kept on.

One gentleman came to buy some birds and then he asked about sexing the chicks.  I told him that we don't do that.  I don't know how.  He said that if you have a really good hen that she will sex them for you.

I was so confused that I couldn't even ask more about that.  I just wanted the conversation to be over.

So...what's left Jack?  Someone wanted to know.

He said...

Roosters....the buffs are all gone.  But there is a jungle fowl rooster, a speckled Sussex, and a golden laced Wyandotte and some other bantam roosters that are crossbred.

What?  Can you repeat that?

And he repeated it several times...because he was saying it way to fast and I had no idea what he was saying.  and I needed to actually type it...spell it....for a stranger.

And then of course....the person wanted to know if one was a standard or a bantam.

And I had to wait until Jack came back in the house to get the answer.

But I'm learning a lot about birds.

Hopefully next year he won't miss the bird sale.  And that guy wanting the yard full of roosters will return.

I wish I could find that guy.  He would solve all my bird problems.