Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Tid-Bits #3



Homemade “Emergency Only” Water Filter and Purifier Using (Black Berkey Purification Elements) Specs.






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Potato / Cheddar Cheese Filled Pierogi

Ingredients:

5 cups flour

5 tablespoons of melted butter or 6 tablespoons od vegetable oil

2 tablespoons of sour cream

2 whole eggs

1 egg yolk

1-1/2 teaspoons salt

1-1/2 lukewarm water
 
Prep Work:
 
In a small bowl, beat 2 whole eggs and egg yolk, and set aside.

Melt the butter and set aside.

Mix salt and lukewarm water and set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, combine the 4 cups of flour with melted butter and sour cream, add beaten eggs and mix the ingredients with the warm water, stirring constantly so that the ingredients can mix properly.

Place dough on table and knead with remaining 1 cup of flour into smooth and soft pastry.

Divide the dough in half and cover with warm bowl or warm pot. Let the dough stand for about 15 minutes before working with it   While dough rises, prepare your filling and set aside   Cut the large peace of dough and on a floured surface roll it out into a thin circle, about 1/4-inch thick.

Cut the dough using a 2-1/2 or 3-inch circle cutter.

Filling:

4 cups mashed potatoes

4 to 5 cups of grated Cheddar Cheese

3 tablespoons of butter

2 medium onions, finely chopped and sautéed

Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

To Prepare Potato Filling:

Sauté chopped onions in butter until soft and transparent (for about 4 to 5 minutes on medium heat), do not brown the the onions. Combine onions with warm (not hot) mashed potatoes and farmers cheese. Stir in salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste.   Putting them all together:   Place about 1 tablespoon of the filling in the center of each circle of dough and fold over. Press and seal into half-moon shapes. Use a little water to seal pierogi. In a large pot of boiling, salted water, cook the pierogi for about 5 to 6 minutes, or until they float. Remove from the water and drain.  (Knobby's Acres optional extra method - pan fry them lighty in butter until golden brown) Place them in serving dish and garnish with bacon crumbs, finely chopped fresh parsley leaves or finely chopped fresh chives (if desired) and serve with sour cream.
 





Monday, October 8, 2012

Scary Stories & Fall Recipes



A few short scary stories for this time of season and a couple recipes to boot...


A COLD GREETING


This is a story told by the late Benson Foley of San Francisco:

 “In the summer of 1881 I met a man named James H. Conway, a resident of Franklin, Tennessee. He was visiting San Francisco for his health, deluded man, and brought me a note of introduction from Mr. Lawrence Barting. I had known Barting as a captain in the Federal army during the civil war. At its close he had settled in Franklin, and in time became, I had reason to think, somewhat prominent as a lawyer. Barting had always seemed to me an honorable and truthful man, and the warm friendship which he expressed in his note for Mr. Conway was to me sufficient evidence that the latter was in every way worthy of my confidence and esteem. At dinner one day Conway told me that it had been solemnly agreed between him and Barting that the one who died first should, if possible, communicate with the other from beyond the grave, in some unmistakable way - just how, they had left (wisely, it seemed to me) to be decided by the deceased, according to the opportunities that his altered circumstances might present.

“A few weeks after the conversation in which Mr. Conway spoke of this agreement, I met him one day, walking slowly down Montgomery street, apparently, from his abstracted air, in deep thought. He greeted me coldly with merely a movement of the head and passed on, leaving me standing on the walk, with half-proffered hand, surprised and naturally somewhat piqued. The next day I met him again in the office of the Palace Hotel, and seeing him about to repeat the disagreeable performance of the day before, intercepted him in a doorway, with a friendly salutation, and bluntly requested an explanation of his altered manner. He hesitated a moment; then, looking me frankly in the eyes, said:

“‘I do not think, Mr. Foley, that I have any longer a claim to your friendship, since Mr. Barting appears to have withdrawn his own from me - for what reason, I protest I do not know. If he has not already informed you he probably will do so.’

“‘But,’ I replied, ‘I have not heard from Mr. Barting.’

“‘Heard from him!’ he repeated, with apparent surprise. ‘Why, he is here. I met him yesterday ten minutes before meeting you. I gave you exactly the same greeting that he gave me. I met him again not a quarter of an hour ago, and his manner was precisely the same: he merely bowed and passed on. I shall not soon forget your civility to me. Good morning, or - as it may please you - farewell.’

“All this seemed to me singularly considerate and delicate behavior on the part of Mr. Conway.

“As dramatic situations and literary effects are foreign to my purpose I will explain at once that Mr. Barting was dead. He had died in Nashville four days before this conversation. Calling on Mr. Conway, I apprised him of our friend’s death, showing him the letters announcing it. He was visibly affected in a way that forbade me to entertain a doubt of his sincerity.

“‘It seems incredible,’ he said, after a period of reflection. ‘I suppose I must have mistaken another man for Barting, and that man’s cold greeting was merely a stranger’s civil acknowledgment of my own. I remember, indeed, that he lacked Barting’s mustache.’

 “‘Doubtless it was another man,’ I assented; and the subject was never afterward mentioned between us. But I had in my pocket a photograph of Barting, which had been inclosed in the letter from his widow. It had been taken a week before his death, and was without a mustache.”



A WIRELESS MESSAGE


In the summer of 1896 Mr. William Holt, a wealthy manufacturer of Chicago, was living temporarily in a little town of central New York, the name of which the writer’s memory has not retained. Mr. Holt had had “trouble with his wife,” from whom he had parted a year before. Whether the trouble was anything more serious than “incompatibility of temper,” he is probably the only living person that knows: he is not addicted to the vice of confidences. Yet he has related the incident herein set down to at least one person without exacting a pledge of secrecy. He is now living in Europe.

One evening he had left the house of a brother whom he was visiting, for a stroll in the country. It may be assumed - whatever the value of the assumption in connection with what is said to have occurred - that his mind was occupied with reflections on his domestic infelicities and the distressing changes that they had wrought in his life.

 Whatever may have been his thoughts, they so possessed him that he observed neither the lapse of time nor whither his feet were carrying him; he knew only that he had passed far beyond the town limits and was traversing a lonely region by a road that bore no resemblance to the one by which he had left the village. In brief, he was “lost.”

 Realizing his mischance, he smiled; central New York is not a region of perils, nor does one long remain lost in it. He turned about and went back the way that he had come. Before he had gone far he observed that the landscape was growing more distinct - was brightening. Everything was suffused with a soft, red glow in which he saw his shadow projected in the road before him. “The moon is rising,” he said to himself. Then he remembered that it was about the time of the new moon, and if that tricksy orb was in one of its stages of visibility it had set long before. He stopped and faced about, seeking the source of the rapidly broadening light. As he did so, his shadow turned and lay along the road in front of him as before. The light still came from behind him. That was surprising; he could not understand. Again he turned, and again, facing successively to every point of the horizon. Always the shadow was before - always the light behind, “a still and awful red.”

Holt was astonished - “dumfounded” is the word that he used in telling it - yet seems to have retained a certain intelligent curiosity. To test the intensity of the light whose nature and cause he could not determine, he took out his watch to see if he could make out the figures on the dial. They were plainly visible, and the hands indicated the hour of eleven o’clock and twenty-five minutes. At that moment the mysterious illumination suddenly flared to an intense, an almost blinding splendor, flushing the entire sky, extinguishing the stars and throwing the monstrous shadow of himself athwart the landscape. In that unearthly illumination he saw near him, but apparently in the air at a considerable elevation, the figure of his wife, clad in her nite gown and holding to her breast the figure of his child. Her eyes were fixed upon his with an expression which he afterward professed himself unable to name or describe, further than that it was “not of this life.”

The flare was momentary, followed by black darkness, in which, however, the apparition still showed white and motionless; then by insensible degrees it faded and vanished, like a bright image on the retina after the closing of the eyes. A peculiarity of the apparition, hardly noted at the time, but afterward recalled, was that it showed only the upper half of the woman’s figure: nothing was seen below the waist.

The sudden darkness was comparative, not absolute, for gradually all objects of his environment became again visible.

In the dawn of the morning Holt found himself entering the village at a point opposite to that at which he had left it. He soon arrived at the house of his brother, who hardly knew him. He was wild-eyed, haggard, and gray as a rat. Almost incoherently, he related his night’s experience.

“Go to bed, my poor fellow,” said his brother, “and - wait. We shall hear more of this.”

An hour later came the predestined telegram. Holt’s dwelling in one of the suburbs of Chicago had been destroyed by fire. Her escape cut off by the flames, his wife had appeared at an upper window, her child in her arms. There she had stood, motionless, apparently dazed. Just as the firemen had arrived with a ladder, the floor had given way, and she was seen no more.

The moment of this culminating horror was eleven o’clock and twenty-five minutes, standard time.


THE GRAY DRESSED WOMAN


Two gentlemen were working in the town's small general store. The store was quiet and no customers were shopping until she walked in. A small frail woman dressed in grey entered the store, and proceeded toward the dairy section, saying nothing. She picked up a glass container of milk and, without paying for it or even glancing at the gentlemen, walked out of the store.

The men, surprised by the woman's thievery, hurried out of the store after her...but she was gone.

A few days later, the incident occurred again.

The same small woman dressed in the same grey dress entered the store, grabbed a glass container of milk, and left without paying. Again the men tried to follow after her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

After a couple of weeks, she appeared once again.

The same small woman, dressed in the same grey dress, entered the store, paid no attention to the men, snatched a glass container of milk, and vanished out the door. The men, slightly more prepared this time, quickly followed the woman out of the store. She hurried down the town's main street and the men found themselves having to run to keep up with her. She hastily turned down a dirt path, just at the edge of the woods. This is where the men lost her.

They trekked on further and came to a small cemetery neither of them knew existed. Suddenly, they heard a small noise. Concentrating, they identified it as a baby's cry...it was coming from the ground. The ground from which it was coming from was in front of a fresh gravestone marking the death of a mother and her infant who were buried together. Unsure of what else to do. the men quickly found shovels and exhumed the coffin. The crying became louder as they dug.

When they reached the coffin, they pried off the lid and inside found the small, grey-dressed woman...dead...with a live, crying infant in her arms...and three empty glass containers of milk. The poor child was mistakenly buried alive and the spirit of her deceased mother kept her alive until she was found.



PUMPKIN PIE CHEESECAKE

1 can (16 oz.) of pumpkin

2/3 cup of light brown sugar

1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon of ground ginger

1/2 teaspoon of ground nutmeg

1/2 teaspoon of ground cloves

4 eggs, divided

1 cup of evaporated milk

2 teaspoons of vanilla extract, divided

1 deep dish (9-10") unbaked pastry shell

1 pkg. (8 oz.) of cream cheese, softened

1/2 cup of granulated sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine pumpkin, brown sugar, ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, 2 slightly beaten eggs, evaporated milk and 1 teaspoon vanilla in large bowl. Pour into 10 inch pastry shell in deep dish pan. Combine cream cheese, sugar, remaining vanilla and 2 slightly beaten eggs in small bowl; beat until smooth. Carefully pour cream cheese mixture over pumpkin filling. (You want the cream cheese mixture to stay on top.) Bake 1 hour, or until knife comes out clean. Chill before serving. Note: The flavor improves overnight, so make it a day in advance, if possible.


PUMPKIN PIE BARS


1 (18 1/2 oz.) box of yellow cake mix

1/2 cup of butter or margarine, melted

4 eggs

1 (30 oz.) can of solid pack pumpkin (3 cups)

1 cup of sugar, divided

1/2 cup of light brown sugar (firmly packed)

2/3 cup of evaporated milk

1 1/2 teaspoons of cinnamon

1/2 cup of chopped walnuts

1/4 cup of butter or margarine, softened

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 13 x 9 inch baking pan. Remove 1 cup of the cake mix; reserve. In a small bowl, lightly beat 1 egg. In a large bowl, stir together remaining cake mix, melted butter and beaten egg. Press into prepared pan. In a large bowl, lightly beat remaining 3 eggs. Stir in pumpkin, 1/2 cup of the sugar, brown sugar, evaporated milk and cinnamon. Pour over cake mixture in pan. To the 1 cup cake mix, add remaining 1/2 cup sugar, walnuts and softened butter; mix until crumbly. Sprinkle over pumpkin mixture. Bake 50 to 60 minutes. Serve warm or cool.


AMAZING APPLE SMOOTHIE


2 cups apple sauce

1 cup apple cider

1 cup orange juice

2 tablespoons maple syrup

1/2 teaspoons nutmeg

1/2 teaspoons cinnamon

Combine all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. Pour into glasses fill with ice and serve.




Friday, October 5, 2012

The Pinnebog General Store Community Bulletin Board




Welcome back to our little store and Happy Fall to everyone!  Have you all been out picking apples, making them Halloween costumes, baking that pumpkin bread, gone on a hayride, cutting them saved T-shirts into loops for pot holder making this Winter, have you made a Pinecone bird feeder, make and eat edible eyeballs, etc. etc.

Well it's been a while since we took the time to see what's hanging on the Ol' Community Bulletin Board, so what you all say we catch up and take a look see...

First thing that hits the eye is a big piece of paper hanging there from Paul our local propane man,  reminding everyone that improving your home's insulation and sealing air leaks can save you up to $350 a year on fuel costs. I have a sneaky suspicion he did that 'cause he notice my hole in the roof that Teddy the raccoon uses to come and go as he pleases...

Hanging in the upper corner is a yellow post-em that says, to keep your can of varnish from hardening after you opened it, just drop clean, smooth, hard stones into it until varnish comes up to the rim, then put the lid back on...  Sounds reasonable

I see we got something up here from Miriam and Soloma on making easy and delicious tomato soup. Lets see, you take a quart of canned tomatoes, half a teaspoon of baking soda, two teaspoons of butter and a quart of whole milk. heat it slowly to a boil, remove from heat and enjoy a bowl full... Yum, that does sound good. Now where did I put them 'maters we canned.........

Jeb just came in and wanted to know if I carried sheets of bubble wrap or had any laying around from packages. Of course knowing Jeb and his ways, my curiosity got the best of me and I just had to ask what he needed bubble wrap for?  Seems his misses says the bathroom window shade makes the bathroom to dark when she pulls it down.

So Ol' Jeb starting pondering. He soon came up with the idea of putting some bubble wrap over the window.  It would give plenty of light, provide enough privacy for the misses and add a little insulation come winter...  Ol' Jeb always thinking... 

Well back to the Old grindstone and remember take some time to have fun, enjoy yourselves and Live - Simple!

I'll be seeing you...










Friday, July 20, 2012

Fall veggie harvest needs planning and planting now...


Yes I know it's 100+ degrees and bone dry in parts of the country but alas this too shall pass eventually, hopefully...  Never the less if you want a fall / winter garden you have to plan now.

Some of the veggies, etc. that can be planted for another round of harvesting are;

Potatoes - Beans - Broccoli - Cauliflower - Cabbage - Carrots - Garlic - Onions (not sets) - Peas - Parsley - Lettuce - Radishes - Spinach

If you have some seed potatoes left over, think about planting then now and there should be just enough time to have some new ones come fall. If not, then they'll be set to give you some come first part of next year....

Between now and till around the first week, week in a half of September you can plant small areas of them beans and you should, if the cold doesn't set too early, have some nice fresh fall beans.

Some other tips to help with your planting of fall crops;

Try to stay away from areas that are prone to frost early, like low lying areas, shaded areas, etc. An area where the sun shines in the winter is your friend for fall crops...

Also no matter what you decide to plant make sure they are fall and winter hardy varieties. EX: lettuce, like Winter Density, does better in winter then others.

Timing is very important, remember fall growing period is short, cooler and in most parts of Northern Earth less sunshine, so allow extra days for veggies, etc. to mature.

A couple of things you can do is; 

#1 - determine your frost date for your particular growing area.

#2 - Look on back of your seed packets and find days of maturity and add 10 to 15 days to that.

 #3 - Figure back from your frost date to get to the date you'll need to start planting said seeds.

EX: your frost date for your area is October 10th, the veggie you want to plant takes 60 days to mature plus the added 10 to 15 days for fall plantings. So you are going to need around 70 to 75 days before frost hits. Which means you'll need to plant that certain veggie by July 26th to July 31st...

Here are some sites to help you figure your frost date in US, Canada & rest of world - 

SITE ONE

SITE TWO

SITE THREE

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

It's the Time of the Signs!






Summer means vacations and fishing to some, but to many the word summer is interchangeable with the words “garage / yard / porch, etc. sale.” Tis' the season of the year to drive around and seek valuable information contained on garage/yard sale signs that dot every street corner, every electric pole, etc.

After all one wants to make sure that said garage/yard sale is selling good stuff - - like old, moldy plastic flowers, or that half open bag of grass seed, maybe that special purple tie-dyed "I'm with stupid" t-shirt you been searching for for 3 years, them amazingly well kept bent aluminum window frames, or just maybe you'll see way off on the side, one of them rare, elusive Canadian sofa bushes, etc.


It’s the Time of the Signs!

In the early days of garage / yard sales, the days of selling were just usually Friday and Saturday, now most sales take place starting on Thursdays and running until Sundays. Most garage sales have set times however it has been noticed on occasion that those who arrive early with pockets full of money often make their own rules.

I’ve noticed that some people price every item while some have various islands of goods organized by price, I prefer the island theme but that’s difficult unless you’re selling books or like items.

One difficult part of garage/yard sales is trying to competitively price items, I mean you wouldn't want to give away them bent window frames for less then they're worth, now would ya? A ten cent used bottle of Elmer's glue that would have gone home with someone instead was priced at fifteen cents and sadly returned to storage, to await another day. The seller’s high hopes of a little less clutter are only partially realized, and the effort to carry everything back inside is only greater in comparison to what was needed to first display everything.

Some folks buy garage sale stuff and just use it, some are just looking for project ideas, they will build planters, bird feeders, benches and whatever from items many folks throw away, or sell at garage sales.

Others go around looking for parts, in fact while researching a bit for this post, I discovered Mr. Jalopy. Mr. Jalopy finds parts / items bound for oblivion and creates something useful, interesting or both. He recently rewired an old stereo that he could record vinyl albums to an I pod. He also gives a lot of credence to those who garage sale creatively in that he is a leader of something called, “The Maker Movement.” This movement is composed of people who make items bound for a landfill into something useful. My Jalopy has even been consulted by large corporations who seek to market their products to people like him. The “Maker Movement” is supposed to be a new group in America’s culture, however I believe it’s simply making do with what you have, or with what you find at a garage sale.

Then you have some who garage sale just for fun, others for their children’s dorm room, while others have a whimsy to satisfy. If times are indeed getting a little tougher, then garage sales make even more sense than ever. You can save money over buying new and a week-end of sales are much less expensive than the same time spent boating on a lake. Plus, where in the world are you going to find old, moldy plastic flowers or bent aluminum window frames, competitively priced, but at a garage sale.

Talking about all this got me to remembering a story I heard while back at the Pinnebog General Store about Miriam and Soloma.

Seems them two love garage sales, especially Soloma and they're always on the lookout for a big bargain wherever they can fine one. Well one day, they were driving along when Soloma spyed a garage and driveway full of stuff. Getting all giddy she started to yell at Miriam, STOP! STOP! STOP! Miriam slammed on the brakes, thinking she hit a dog or something.

Soloma jumped out and started towards the driveway and garage. There were all kinds of things, such as baby toys, sports equipment and household items, this was one of the best Garage Sales she had found in a long time.

Miriam was trying to park the car while Soloma was already looking around, but something was odd. She noticed there was no one else at the house looking around, and then she noticed there weren’t any price tags or a sign in the yard. She looked at the owners of the house and they were smiling.

“Is this a Garage Sale?” she asked?

“No, but it should be,” "We're just moving in" the husband replied as they both started laughing. Soloma's face turned tomato red as she apologized then hightailed it back to the car.
 
Have a special day and a great week! 

Friday, July 6, 2012

Tid-Bits #2

Make your own laundry detergent for 1/10 of the cost. Boil 4 cups of water with one bar of Ivory soap (shredded with a cheese grader). Combine this with 3 gallons of water, 1 cup of washing soda and 1/2 cup of borox (if desired).

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Ever try making salsa verde? Super easy w/ this recipe:

INGREDIENTS - - 1 & 1/2 lbs tomatillos - 1/2 cup chopped white onion - 1/2 cup cilantro leaves - 1 Tbsp fresh lime juice - 1/4 teaspoon sugar - 2 Jalapeño peppers OR 2 serrano peppers, stemmed, seeded and chopped - Mix it all together and salt to taste

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Cake from scratch

2 1/3 cups all-purpose flour 1 tablespoon baking powder 3/4 teaspoon salt 1 1/2 cups white sugar 1/2 cup shortening 2 eggs 1 cup milk 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Directions

For a Yellow Cake: Sift together flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Cut in shortening until fine crumbs are formed. Add eggs, milk, and vanilla. Beat at low speed for 1 minute, then high for 2 minutes, scraping the bowl frequently.

Pour batter into greased and floured 9x13 inch pan. Bake in preheated 350 degree F oven (175 degrees C) for 25 to 30 minutes.

Variation for a White Cake: Prepare as for the basic cake except use 3 egg whites for the 2 whole eggs. Whites may be beaten separately and added for a lighter cake.

Variation for a Chocolate Cake: Add 1/4 cup cocoa powder to the basic cake mix prior to adding the milk.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Five lessons of life around Knobby's Acres




Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.

The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.

When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.

Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'

'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.

'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'


Moral of the story:

If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
 
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Lesson 2:


A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.

They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'

'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'

Puff! She's gone.

'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'

Puff! He's gone.

'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.

The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'


Moral of the story:

Always let your boss have the first say.


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Lesson 3:


An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'

The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.


Moral of the story:

To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.


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Lesson 4:


A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'

'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.


Moral of the story:


Bulls**t might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..
 
 
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Lesson 5:


A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:

(1) Not everyone who s**ts on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of s**t is your friend.

(3) When you're in deep s**t, it's best to keep your mouth shut!



Friday, June 29, 2012

Kielbasa Stew (Kielbasa Gulasz)

Here is a preview recipe from my up and coming new Knobby's Acres Polish cookbook - 


Kielbasa Stew


Some oil or spray oil

1 (16 ounces) package kielbasa, sliced 1/2 inch

2 cups fresh sliced carrots

1 cup fresh sliced celery

1 cup fresh chopped onions

4 cups fresh chopped cabbage

1 cup apple juice

1 (15 ounces) can tomato sauce

1 (14.5 ounces) can diced tomatoes

1 (10.75 ounces) can condensed tomato soup

Some parsley, salt and pepper

Oil sides and bottom of slow cooker

add all the ingredients EXCEPT the parsley, salt and pepper to slow cooker

Cover and turn on low for about 2 hrs or until vegetables are tender

serve in bowls and sprinkle parsley, salt and pepper to top to each individuals taste...
 
 
Makes about 4-6 servings depending on size of bowls
 
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Remember also you can enjoy other receipes in my A Man & His Slow Cooker cookbook -
 
Paperback edition   -
 
Kindle edition   -
 
Or for an autograph copy send $5.00 with your name and address to:
 
Tom Kaminski
P.O. Box 711
Hamburg, MI. 48139
 
Be seeing you...




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