· In Homestead Life As I’ve said an uncountable amount if times….my life’s dream is to have a romantic farm on the French countryside. For whatever reason in my dream farm chores are not smelly and messy in France. I would wear a lovely flowing dress and carry baskets filled with lavender. I would grow everything I need to make all of my preserves from scratch, my kitchen garden would be overflowing with vegetables, oh and we would sit under a blue umbrella at 4pm for a glass (or 2) of our homemade wine made of course with our homegrown grapes.
I have no idea what started the fight but found myself wondering what rude thing Little Roo could have said to get a bar slap like that from such a tiny cat. I didn’t know they could even understand each other. As you can imagine, Little Roo and Midnight are not friends.
them! I had never seen that much meat in one place. We had purchased a huge freezer just to store all this meat. We got the boxes unpacked and into the freezer and felt a true sense of accomplishment. Here we are….city folk who raised a pig from the beginning all the way through to the end. We had a full freezer to show for it. Wow. Does this mean we are really farmers now?
) a house in another country (famous for its complicated paperwork. Of course, once the house itself is complete, there is the whole business of, well, the business as a vacation rental but that can be done from the comfort of my own home in Canada
In fact, it's inspired what I hope will be a blog mini series on myadventures with ice cream. With this book, Lick It, and other blogs for inspiration, I'm looking forward to beating the heat with creamy, frozen concoctions
and I'm motivated to get my hands in flour, yeast, and water. It's been awhile since I've made bread. (note the French do not grease the bowl because they believe the dough needs a seat to push up from)
In a large oven-safe skillet (see note) over medium-high heat, melt butter. While onions are cooking, prepare the chicken by drizzling with oil, then seasoning with salt and pepper (to taste) and Italian herbs
Beat in the vanilla. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder and salt. Gradually add the flour mixture to butter mixture alternately with sour cream, beginning and ending with flour mixture, beating just until combined after each addition
Pancakes and maple syrup were just not part of my childhood diet primarily because I lived in countries where maple syrup was impossible to get and because…well, why would you want pancakes when you’ve got crêpes, good French jams and the ever so addictive Italian Nutella
Nana's Tasty Traditions | Always Seasoned with Love