Date and Rosemary Roast Chicken

Winner, Winner, Roast Chicken Dinner.

I’ve always loved this recipe for Date and Rosemary Roast Chicken. I think I saw the idea in a Readers Digest and made my own off of that. It takes everything up a notch. It’s going to take a wee bit more effort because of mixing the glaze and stuffing but it’ll be worth it. I’d call this an important company worth dinner! Or in my case? A midweek mind blowingly delicious impress your husband dinner. Continue reading Winner, Winner, Roast Chicken Dinner.

An Ode to Canning Jars

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujar! I use canning jars for everything. Pint jars, Quart Jars, Half-pints, small mouth, wide mouths. Even the teeny weeny 1/4 pint ones! And Salmon jars. Homemade Ketchup, while yummy on meats, it does not replace ketchup, but is very good roasted or baked on meats! This is in a fancy half pint, knickname being ‘Jam Jar’. This has a strong allspice taste, as I accidently poured a leettle bit too much in! I use jars for more than just canning. I like to keep baking supplies in jars so that I don’t have 5 gajillion different bags, … Continue reading An Ode to Canning Jars

A Hankering for Summer

*This is the first of what I hope will be many guest posts by my sister* Anna, lovingly referred to as Gingersnap, is a self professed seed addict who loves the outdoors. While dividing her time between working, cooking, canning, crafting, gardening, 3 (mostly) broke horses and anything outdoorsy, she resides in a cabin on 160 acres of wild forest in the Great White North of British Columbia, Canada. Some may roll their eyes at living in a place with no phone or internet connection, but Anna and her fiance, Drillerman, not only make up for it, but thrive, by enjoying fishing, hunting … Continue reading A Hankering for Summer

Teach ’em young

My Poppa (Maternal Grandfather) has short term memory loss. He’s always in pain. Doesn’t remember a new person. Doesn’t remember to put on clean clothes. (But my Dad says he never did before anyways!) But…he is the only one who can tell my three sisters and I apart on the phone, first try When Cowboy and I told him and my Grandma I was pregnant,(and 16) he got up right away, gave me a big hug, and said, “Well you know we’ll be behind you 100% of the way”. Isn’t that crazy how a man who has forgotten the social … Continue reading Teach ’em young