Showing posts with label Eggs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eggs. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Left-Overs

Women used to fix a meal from leftovers the night before they

cleaned the refrigerator and defrosted the freezer compartment,

a fiddly chore, I assure you,

one I'm so thankful I no longer have to do.



A meal of leftovers though?

That I still love.




Does anyone still make fried rice today?

Leftover ham, beef or chicken sautéed with onions,
cold rice stirred in and seasoned?



When I make it I follow Vincent Price's recipe for 
Nasi Goreng (Indonesian Fried Rice) that he wrote was a
traditional Dutch dish. 

I add curry powder and soy sauce and then follow Mr. Price's 
instructions to make a small omelet to cut in strips
and serve on top of the finished dish. 

The omelet makes it more satisfying.




And to give it all even more flavor, I add a favorite salsa on top.

This time I served a fresh Pineapple Sweet Onion Salsa from Whole Foods.




Richardson Wright, editor of House & Garden for decades, praised left-overs
in his book, The Gardener's Hand-Book.

"Eating it [leftovers] brings the satisfaction of economy.
It evidences good household management.
It has about it a tidy air."

I've quoted Richardson Wright before here 
and at my former blog [here] where I wrote on Serendipity.
I'm sure I will quote him again. How can you not like someone who writes:

"As we grow older, I believe, we put more value on Life's left-overs--
on old clothes that are too good to throw away,
on an old love that has settled down from hectic ardor
to placid companionship,
on old habits that we have inherited from a speedier moving youth.
So much of Life's worth-while things are second-hand anyway;
each morning a second-hand sun rises on a second-hand world
and lights second-hand people 
going about their second-hand work and play."

I know that I love old clothes,
old sweaters that finally don't itch,
sheets that lose their crispness,
blankets that are as soft as those for a newborn,
a robe that has been washed countless times.

And I happen to love leftovers--my husband does not.




How about you?

Do you love leftovers?

What are your favorite leftovers?


Sunday, November 16, 2014

We're Thankful

What are R.H. and I thankful for this morning?

(cover from The Farmer's Wife, November 1938)

We're so very thankful for--

the birth of a new granddaughter!

The Bible verse in my devotion book on the morning of our new granddaughter's birth was from 1 Thessalonians 1:2 and began: We give thanks to God always, for all of you, constantly mentioning you in our prayers…..

And our hearts are full of thanks this morning over welcoming our 6th grandchild into our family. You are an answer to many prayers, little one. There will be pictures of you with big sister Nora eventually, many of them!, and a name, when I'm sure I have permission from your proud parents.

Meanwhile, R.H. and I celebrated this morning with a special Sunday breakfast in your honor. I set the table with our favorite breakfast dishes called The Clock:


R.H. fixed the special Jake's Sausage that's made near us and popped some frozen biscuits into the oven, and I made a special omelet, one where I separate the whites from the yolks, beat the whites with a mixer and fold into the yolks, and put goat's cheese carefully on one half for my lactose intolerant husband, and cheddar on my half.


And then we tried putting a dollop of my cranberry sauce on the omelet the way that a 1950s magazine suggested. It was delicious!


This morning Mimi and Paw-Paw are so thankful for our new granddaughter arriving safely, and finally knowing that she was a girl--her parents wanted to be surprised! 

And yes, Ladies, we are so thankful for the good eggs you gave us for the omelet, as you reminded us, peering into the kitchen as we ate breakfast. It's a terribly fuzzy picture of you, but thank you--Gray Girl, Sunny, and Cher.


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Simple Things of Life - #12

The Simple Things of Life Are the Best…

Like Fresh Eggs from a Neighbor.




The picture above has not been enhanced.

The yolks are every bit as orange as shown.

We're thankful for our neighbor Kelly and her free range hens

who share their eggs with us.

We would hate to go back to store-bought eggs after eating these.