Photo of the day:
So for today:
We haven’t had ‘Florida’ weather lately.
LOL We old folk come down here to
stay away from cold weather. Yeah, I
know 40-60 degrees is not COLD, but it is uncomfortable to some of us old folk.
Today
was my day to cook. One of my regular
meals is ‘stew Beef’. Most of my meals
as in a slow cooker. Today it was stew
beef, green beans and rice. I do rice in the microwave. Sherry ain’t happy with
it but has learned to live with it. It is
not consistent but it is easier than the stove top. LOL
Anyway we are a family of left overs. This time we dumped all the left
overs in a pot as usual, but this time we decided to add a can of mixed vegetables fort tomorrow.
Sherry just told me, ‘That beef veggie is gonna be very good, I tasted
it.’ I had thought of that but didn’t. Well,
we have supper for tomorrow ready. We
enjoy leftovers.
I
have known ‘no left over’ families, and I have never understood them. Especially since we nor they, do not have
hogs to eat the leftovers.
I know today that many folks would turn up their nose to a ‘slop bucket’
in a home, but there was a time that every home had a ‘slop bucket’ where even left
over leftovers were saved for the hogs. The
person that was raising hogs would come by every other day to gather the ‘slop’
to feed the hogs.
No one expected it but sometimes the family
got some cffesh ham or bacon at hog killing time.
That is my nothing for today, and it really was nothing. LOL
Thanks for stopping by…. Wait I forgot to mention Wiley, Sherry's dad, He was a handsome man until he passed.
Nite Shipslog
PS : Thanks for reading
the Shipslog, hope to see you again, try to stay warm.
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7 comments:
I really love this image of you, Sherry and the 'boys.' JJ (seems to be) the spitting image of his mom and Mark, you.
I don't really remember having many leftovers; my mother's galley kitchen was tiny, as was our refrigerator. Aside from the times my father was home, most of our meals were canned, frozen or sandwiches. (lol)
Nowadays, Tom's better about eating left-overs than me. Unfortunately, between company and Christmas, there's a few containers remaining in the freezer that would best go out to the curb.
Your stew sounds very good. I like it done in the crockpot too. The beef is always so tender. My Grandparents who had a farm, had a slop bucket in the kitchen too that they fed to the hogs. They had a pig pen with a trough that they would pour it into. They would butcher their hogs too. They had bacon and roasts from the hogs, but I was never around during butchering time. I don't think I could stand to see that. I did see a chicken get it's head cut off and my grandmother would pluck the feathers for feather beds she made. That was hard enough to see. We are to go down in the teens this coming weekend, so consider yourself to be lucky the coldest you will see is in the 30's. I hope you warm up soon. I'm trying to keep thinking Spring here. I love the spring better than any other season.
Lovely photo of your family.
Not many left-overs. The dog enjoys anything we don't finish. He also appreciates my baking - no one else does.
God bless.
Oh, this post brings back so many memories! Our farm had gardens, wild berries, cows and pigs. (A "pig sit on a chair"?) circa Robbie was about five years old when Sherry saw him eating a second helping and said "Robbie, you're a PIG"! We all ten kiddos loved Jack, Sr. for his skillset with chalk drawings and his irascible humor at all times. Our, handsome Jackie Jr. delighted all around the Church and the farm. And...gentle and kind Sherry who was a carbon copy of a TV commercial in the fifties and sixties! Our church so loved the Darnell family, even ornery Mark, the cutest kiddo in the congregation! Thank You, Jack for the trip down memory lane, warm hugs to all Y'all! Glenda
Nice family picture.
I use my slow cooker quite a lot!!
Lovely family! We had a slop bucket for me to take to the hogs. They loved it. Leftovers were seldom part of the next meal. Mom was creative however.
We had chickens in the city. 😂 Daddy sometimes rung their neck and sometimes chopped it. He had boiling water to dip it in before we pulled the feathers off. He would light rolled up newspaper to singe the fine left over stuff after plucking. I hated to hear ‘We’re gonna kill some chickens when you get home (from school). I could cut one up back then but don’t know if I could now. Take care and stay warm, Sheila
PS. I’m going to be snow dancing up here. :-)
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