Saturday, July 1, 2017

Friday nite Fish n Chips

2 items that makes a great batter mixing, no 3 items.

   1. Cod fish
   2. Egg wash
   3. Potato flakes

1-2 pieces of cod fish
1-2 C all purpose flour
1 Egg with 1/4 C water or your favorite beer
I dredged my fish from egg wash to flour mixture but you could mix it all together.
1/2 tsp. Baking powder
1/2 tsp. Salt
1/4 C brewers yeast
1/4 C potato flakes
1/4 C bread crumbs
1/2 tsp garlic powder
Clear vegetable oil

TarTar Sauce
Fresh dillweed is best, 1-2 tbsp.
1 C mayonnaise
1 dill pickle chopped
2-3 cloves of  minced garlic
1 tsp. pickle juice
1 lemon sliced wedges
Malt vinegar





                                                     
June 30th 2017 Friday.      

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Cookies Cookies Cookies

Easter Cookies


recipe courtesy of FoodNetwork Magazine


Pistachio short bread

recipe courtesy of King Arthur Flour

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Lime Icebox Cream Cheese Cookies

NOVEMBER, n.  The eleventh twelfth of a weariness.
The Devil's Dictionary
Ambrose Bierce

Recipe courtesy of Foodnetwork magazine

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Glazed Hermit Cookies and Banana Nut Bread


Recipe courtesy of Foodnetwork magazine 2014

Undine
by Seamus Heaney
Poems
1965-1975
He slashed the briars, shovelled up grey silt
To give me right of way in my own drains
And I ran quick for him, cleaned out my rust.

He halted, saw me finally disrobed,
Running clear, with apparewnt unconcern.
Then he walked by me.  I rippled and I churned

Where ditches intresected near the river
Until he dug a spade deep in my flank
And took me to him.  I swallowed his trench

Gratefully, dispersing myself for love
Down in his roots, climbing his brassy grain--
But once he knew my welcome, I alone

Could give him subtle increase and reflection.
He explored me so completely, each limb
Lost its cold freedom.  Human, warmed to him.

Halloween Turkey

2012 movie - music video
Time for Miracles song

October 31 2015

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Sugar Cookies



 Seamus Heaney 
Poems
1965-1975

Rite of Spring

So winter closed its fist 
And got it stuck in the pump
The plunger froze up a lump

In its throat, ice founding itself
Upon iron.  The handle
Paralysed at an angle.

Then the twisting of wheat straw
Into ropes, lapping them tight
Round stem and snout, then a light

That sent the pump up in flame.
It cooled, we lifted her latch,
Her entrance was wet, and she came.




Recipe courtesy of Wilton Industries