Friday, March 04, 2016
Friday’s Hunt v 1.10 -- "J" is for ...
Friday’s Hunt for the week of March 4th is (1) Starts with "J"; (2) Week's Favorite; (3) a cuppa... ; and [I've added this one again] (4) another lagniappe poem for you.
(1) Starts with "J" will be all the Jams and Jellies in my fridge. It could have just as well been Jim but I really don't like to post my own picture, not even when it's a selfie (link).
You may be liking some of these. Strawberry is our old faithful standby. Fickle, right now I am liking best the Downton Abbey Plum jam, a leftover from Christmas that Mrs. Jim picked up in their After Christmas Sale.
This a patch of it, the plum jam on my plate, is for the biscuits here on one of her famous three-minute-in-preparation breakfasts. The eggs are one-minute microwave jobs, she then heated the leftover biscuits that Jenna, our younger married granddaughter sent us home with after watching the Super Bowl at their home. Grits are instant, add very hot water. Coffee was the last, it was left over from our first breakfast, half a granola bar and coffee.
(2) Week's Favorite is Mom's Egg Scale. When I was growing up I
lived on a farm. We grew crops, corn and oats, and feed the harvest to animals from which we sold their produce, eggs and cream, or the animals themselves, cattle, hogs, and chickens.
The chicken end was pretty much Mom's, the feeding and growing and the care of the eggs that the hens would lay. Saturday night found her cleaning the eggs that were produced for the week. Often I would 'help' her as it was a good time to have Mom just for myself.
She didn't have to grade them, like Grade AA Large, but this scale would take care of the sizing if she were to sell to an individual or a retailer. Most times we took the eggs to a produce house.
It is hard to read but it say that eggs are not sized individually, but rather sized by the combined weight of one dozen eggs. That explains that each of the packages, from Kroger and from Trader Joes each contained a few eggs weighing less than 24 ounces.
Mom was a city girl when she married my dad. Her farm duties also were to pretty well take care of the very large vegetable garden we had. She would have a row or two of flowers also. My sister Lois and I liked to help her there as we could eat the fresh vegetables we picked or pulled out of the ground, carrots, radishes, tomatoes, melons, and strawberries.
(3) a cuppa ... around our house would normally be of coffee. This time it was will be a Cappuccino made in our Kureig machine. Makes in a couple of minutes.
(4) another lagniappe poem for you. It is These Feet which I posted last week for my Tuesday Poem on my other blog, Jim's Little Photo and Poem Place (link).
- - - - - The Fine Print:
(1) Starts with "J" will be all the Jams and Jellies in my fridge. It could have just as well been Jim but I really don't like to post my own picture, not even when it's a selfie (link).
You may be liking some of these. Strawberry is our old faithful standby. Fickle, right now I am liking best the Downton Abbey Plum jam, a leftover from Christmas that Mrs. Jim picked up in their After Christmas Sale.
(2) Week's Favorite is Mom's Egg Scale. When I was growing up I
lived on a farm. We grew crops, corn and oats, and feed the harvest to animals from which we sold their produce, eggs and cream, or the animals themselves, cattle, hogs, and chickens.
The chicken end was pretty much Mom's, the feeding and growing and the care of the eggs that the hens would lay. Saturday night found her cleaning the eggs that were produced for the week. Often I would 'help' her as it was a good time to have Mom just for myself.
Mom was a city girl when she married my dad. Her farm duties also were to pretty well take care of the very large vegetable garden we had. She would have a row or two of flowers also. My sister Lois and I liked to help her there as we could eat the fresh vegetables we picked or pulled out of the ground, carrots, radishes, tomatoes, melons, and strawberries.
(4) another lagniappe poem for you. It is These Feet which I posted last week for my Tuesday Poem on my other blog, Jim's Little Photo and Poem Place (link).
- - - - - The Fine Print:
- Teresa of Eden Hills is running this meme, Friday's Hunt. She has three alternatives for us to post about but this one, Alphabet series, will be the one I will try to follow and post about. - Her rules are: "Welcome to linkup for Friday’s Hunt. It’s very simple. Anyone can participate. The link opens at 7pm Central time and will close Sunday at 7pm, so you have plenty of time to enter."
- The Mr. Linky address here has a list of others who are participating if you would to read what these folk are doing for the Friday post
- The Mr. Linky address here has a list of others who are participating if you would to read what these folk are doing for the Friday post
- For the week of February 19, our assignment was to post on any or all of these ideas: (1) Starts with "J", (2) Week’s Favorite, and (3) a cuppa ..., and not required, (4) another lagniappe poem for you.
Labels: Family, Food, Friday’s Hunt 2016, Jim Does, Jim's Life, Poem
Wednesday, March 02, 2016
Mom's Machine ~~ Warm Heart Wednesday No. 016
Gadgets of many kinds warm my heart, but especially so when I am thinking about one of Mom's. This week I have been admiring my mother's egg scale, used for sizing eggs. When buying eggs, you choose by grade and size. Typically, we ordinary purchase Grade A or AA (by grade) Large (size, determined by weight).
Original farm house,
The chicken end was pretty much Mom's, the feeding and growing and the care of the eggs that the hens would lay. Saturday night found her cleaning the eggs that were produced for the week. Often I would 'help' her as it was a good time to have Mom just for myself.
She didn't have to grade and size her eggs, but this scale would take care of the sizing if she were to sell to an individual or a retailer. Most times we took the eggs to a produce house.
The chart above is hard to read but it say that eggs are not sized individually, but rather sized by the combined weight of one dozen eggs. That explains that each of the packages, from Kroger and from Trader Joe's each contained a few eggs weighing less than 24 ounces.
The fine print:
Warm Heart Wednesday for the week of February 24. Click here, http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/ , for links of others or for directions to join with a post of your own. There Ms. Jenny is our teacher.
Original farm house,
it was a chicken house ever since
I knew (+++ years ago)
When I was growing up I lived on a farm (link). We grew crops, corn and oats, and fed the harvest to animals from which we sold their produce, eggs and cream, or the animals themselves, cattle, hogs, and chickens.
The chicken end was pretty much Mom's, the feeding and growing and the care of the eggs that the hens would lay. Saturday night found her cleaning the eggs that were produced for the week. Often I would 'help' her as it was a good time to have Mom just for myself.
The chart above is hard to read but it say that eggs are not sized individually, but rather sized by the combined weight of one dozen eggs. That explains that each of the packages, from Kroger and from Trader Joe's each contained a few eggs weighing less than 24 ounces.
Oh yes, Mom was also in charge of our large vegetable garden, always having a row or two of pretty flowers. My sister and I liked to help her there, I loved to eat raw vegetables, radishes, tomatoes, strawberries, melons, and potatoes were my favorites 'off the vine.'
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The fine print: Warm Heart Wednesday for the week of February 24. Click here, http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/ , for links of others or for directions to join with a post of your own. There Ms. Jenny is our teacher.
Labels: Family, Food, Jim's Life, Jim's old home place, Warm Heart Wednesday
