BilletHead

You do know we have food for all too.

We will be there Thursday afternoon.

Browned venison roast in red wine and spices and herbs ready for a long braise. This will be taneyfest food.

This helps this deepfreeze boredom. Thanks Ham

Deer roasts are being braised today in red wine. These will be chopped up and Billethead BBQ sauce will be brought with a bunch of buns and coleslaw. Coleslaw for topping sammich or for the side. Whatever day for that also it will be quick and easy.

Tragedy of the Common - by Hank Shaw - To The Bone Something to read and think about today if you are still shut in.

17 here, 23 degrees warmer than yesterday actual temps. Possible thaw!

Would like to see you make the trip someday. It looks as though being it is this time of the year it will probably never happen. It would be nice though if we could visit again.

Ronnie ya come on down. At least a couple of us will have our vices there and passing time doing some tying. If you do I might have something for you.

That's our wind chill also. I can't corobarat that. I'm not going out to check right now.

-6 here this ain't no fun.

The wild rice chicken soup was amazing. Pat boiled some chicken thighs the other day. She retained the broth and kept it for this soup. The thighs I grilled over charcoal and crabapple wood. The thighs we did not eat were retained for the soup also. Today it all came together. The broth and schmaltz that was on top of the broth all went into the pot as did the grilled chicken. Then some celery and carrots and of course the wild rice. You could taste the smoked grilled chicken and the schmaltz added richness. We don't cook wild rice to mush but to where we call it aldente. A nutty crunch. Ritz crackers with honey butter and peach iced tea. More comfort food on yet another cold day.

Yesterday Pat made tomato bisque soup with grilled Ham and cheese on sourdough. Just got finished whipping up some butter and honey. A topping for anything you please 😄. While making this I was smelling some chicken and wild rice soup on the stove.

I don't know why but this made me think of this song. Call me weird but I like folk music. This was written in 1947 by the Country & Western guitarist and songwriter Merle Travis. It is based on the experiences of his coal-mining family. His brother, John Travis, wrote him a letter about the death of Ernie Pyle, a war correspondent who had just been killed covering combat. John likened Pyle's job to that of a coal miner, writing: "It's like working in the coal mines. You load 16 tons and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt." Merle incorporated his brother's words into the chorus. Merle also remembered something his father once said about the practice of paying miners in "scrip," credit vouchers that could only be used at the company-owned general store. He told a neighbor, "I can't afford to die. I owe my soul to the general store," inspiring the lyrics:

Those wind laden fine snow squalls mad it hard to measure. I did several places and it averaged 4.5 inches here.

We have a weigela right off the front porch where each year we have a pair that nest. Fun to peek in on her thinking she is hid.

Our turn, Chowder the squirrel type. Eight big old tough guy were not any match against the insta pot. They gave up their tough guy attitude under pressure 😆. The eight picked a nice bunch of meat. While I picked Pat did the veggies and other stuff. Finished and assisted with buttered hot sourdough. Life is going good in hibernation mode.

At least they didn't charge you by height. You would get charged double and your better half would be half price. 😆

Yarding up in winter! I love to see this.

Of course it's not snowing yet but have two big Fox squirrels behind the house looking for food at 20 degrees. Falling the rest of the day. I believe critters can anticipate what is going to happen. Ready to hunker down for a few days. We are thawing out eight of their family for squirrel chowder.

We all knew you were making room by using old, canned goods so you can restock for the POSSABLE snowstorm. We did make one trip to town early yesterday morning for a gallon of milk. Pat says she can make enough sourdough bread, and we can live on it and squirrel for a couple months 😆.

FIFY

Got to do what you have to do. Besides that I have a hard time with you being a snow bird.

AAAHHH yes Richard and his hard-boiled eggs lots of those were consumed by us. Salt on the side. Many times, a drive through MacDonalds for a senior coffee. If he was still with us, I think he would be unhappy with the price increase. Naps were a must as you know with Richard. When we first started fishing together, he was still semi-truck driver with strange hours. When he was off, we would fish. He could stare at a bobber with a minnow beneath it. No fish biting he could take that power nap sitting straight up in the boat seat. Miss that friend as you do Ham. Excuse me back to this epic trip!

Yum!