Sweet pots cooked in a high oven in a bubbly bed of duck fat. The Entrecôte was grilled on the hob in duck fat with some salt and pepper. I let it cook a bit too far, but still most enjoyable for this Tuesday in September. Autumn seems to be approaching.
Une balle et deux chiots. Ils sont fatigués maintenant.
Lumi récupère le ballon et Jiggy attend. Lorsque Lumi retourne, ils jouent un jeu de balle. Ensuite, je relance la balle.
Ils dorment et je vous écris un “blog post” en français parce que j’ai besoin de pratiquer mon français.
J’espère que vous comprenez.
Our village hosted a Soiree Western last night. Featuring horses, burgers, beer and fun. Our first one. The kids helped set up. The burgers served were from our farm.
The kids LOVED riding the horses. We run a strict no-horse home. I don’t want to trot down that road. Lucy will come up with many reasons why this should not be the case.
The kids ran wild and the adults enjoyed the evening. Lucy was the oldest girl in the kid bunch which allowed her to hold court and coordinate dances to the rocking tunes. We played both kinds of music at the soiree, country and western.
I felt the evening was friendly as people came dressed up. There was a lot to talk about. We had an Argentinian Gaucho, cowgirls, indians, Aussie Jackaroo and the rest. Me? I went gingham style. Some pig-tails and two pink bows.
Plus frites, salad and brownies. Serving was animated, but great to meet all the people who came to enjoy a burger Américain.
The onions were sautéed which took the American burger up a notch almost into gourmet territory. We slapped some pickles on and there was a bit of a rumble. Thankfully, people seemed pickle positive. The sauce secret also seemed to work. Next time, bacon might be on the menu.
After the second burgers were distributed to those wanting more and the brownies served, I grabbed a beer from a non-cowboy. He poured it well and it was the best beer I ever ate.
170 burgers served. We should hang a sign.
Time to make your vanilla extract. The baking season approaches. Also, a great Christmas gift that beats the heck out of a mug loaded with jellybeans.
– Chuck two vanilla beans into some alcohol
– Place into a dark cupboard you rarely open, like your potential
– Once a week give it a whirl
– After three months, voila
Above is vanilla beans with Armagnac
… you had me at Armagnac.
What’s a Tijuana Sombrero? OoOOoh, don’t ask, let me show you.
Stick a fried egg on a Croque Monsieur and you get a Croque Madame. It is said that the fried egg looks like a woman’s hat. This is my little Mexican take on a Croque Madame.
Stick a fried egg that you formed into a Sombrero on a burger with cheese, fresh salsa, some creme fraiche and a bit of lettuce and you get an Amiga Mexicana. Fun for a girl or a boy. Though, I think Tijuana Sombrero will win on the naming of this dish.
Minty did Carrot Henge.
Z ate ham rolls and yelled at Minty for taking her photo. “NO PHOTO! grrrrr! ”
After feeding the calves, the girls went for a climb.
I can’t believe little Z is almost four.
Almost four! Her little Z-toes still have that baby chub. I saw some baby toes the other day, chub chub.
Otto bunny-eared the photo, but was thwarted by the Minty grip of death.
Flies have no issue with electric fences. They have no grounds.
The girls choreograph a right gumboot drop. Tricky.