Flowers in my garden

Here are a couple of my flowers.
 

A Recipe for Cheryl

I like this because it is easy, my family likes it because it tastes good.

Buttermilk Chicken
1 Tyson chicken, cut up
1 qt buttermilk
flour
1/2 stick margarine
1 can cream of mushroom soup
salt

Salt each piece of chicken and place it in a large bowl. Pour buttermilk over chicken till all chicken is covered. Let sit for 1, 2 or 3 hours as time allows.

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees.

Melt margarine in large baking pan, or in Grandma's big cast iron skillet she got from Larry Renfroe. Reserve buttermilk.
Roll each piece of chicken in flour and place skin side down in baking pan. Cook at 375 degrees for about 45 minutes. Lower temperature of oven to 350 degrees, turn chicken pieces and cook another 20 minutes.

Mix can of soup with the buttermilk and pour over chicken. Cook about another 20 minutes, until sauce is hot and bubbly.

Serve with mashed potatoes or egg noodles.

Very good on a cold winter night.

Of Turkeys, feathered and non-feathered

These are my brother's turkeys. Brother lives just down the road from us in the house our father built. Brother's hobby is raising 'wild' turkeys just like our father before him.

Today, Husband saw a young man and girl in a pickup just across the fence from Brother's 'hunting' our pet turkeys. It is turkey season in Arkansas, according to Husband, which I did not know. Pickup Man was in the field just a few yards from Brother's house trying to shoot one of these turkeys. What in the world is the sport of shooting a bird that will walk up to you and ask for food? Anyway, Husband was watching and not approving, when pet turkey took wing and flew across the fence into Brother's pasture. This did not deter Pickup Man as over the fence he went, stalking pet turkey in brother's back yard, as it were. This was too much for Husband who gave chase to the great turkey hunter. After a few unkind words back and forth, Husband discovered the Pickup Man was boyfriend of Old Neighbor's granddaughter who was along for the ride, hunting pet turkeys. Pickup, Pickup Man, and Old Neighbor's granddaughter dissapeared over the horizon.

Husband decided to truck out the road and have a talk with Old Neighbor. Old Neighbor has been a good and kind neighbor for over 40 years. He knew grandkids were hunting on his place, but he did not know they were stalking pet turkeys in his neighbor's yard. Husband and Old Neighbor proceeded down into Neighbor's pasture looking for the great hunters, but could not find them.

After Old Neighbor went back to his house, Husband saw the great hunters sneak out from their hidding place and drive off. At least they had sense enough to be ashamed and hide.

For those locals interested, young hunter sometimes goes by the alias Hale, but to us, he will always be known as the Great White Hunter, or Pickup Man.

Working on the road...

Husband and son have been working rebuilding our driveways all weekend. I took before and after pictures, except the after is not quite done. It is dark, but they are still working.

These pictures are prettier anyway..

Springtime in the Ozarks...

 

When I set the world on fire

First Sister
This afternoon, I went to Wal-Mart to buy groceries after work. When I came out of the store, there was smoke everywhere. There had to be a big fire somewhere. All the way home, 15 miles or more, the smoke kept getting wrose. I was wondering if brother had set the hills afire again. On the news, they told the smoke was from a 'controlled burn' in the national forest south of here. Maybe is was not so controlled as the smoke was thick for over 100 miles away.

I have set my house on fire twice. The first time Greg was here and we got it put out rather quickly. The second time, I had to call brother from up the road and the fire department. I was not so scared that I would burn my own home down as I was that I would burn all the neighbors houses, barns and chicken houses across the hill. As brother and I battled the raging blazes, Mother watched from her back window. She got overly excited and somehow fell and hit her head. Then she could not get herself off the floor. She had to call Old Brother to come help her. Poor brother found Mother lying on the floor bleeding and his sister trying to burn the place down. Finally, the fire department got here and put out the fire. We kept it in the family tho. Niece Chery's husband drove the fire truck out here. He was probably the only one on the fire department that knew where we lived. They arrived just in time. The underpinning of the house was smoldering in several places. I am now not allowed to burn.

Our Happy Boy

I was going to put up a photo of the recliner Jackie and I recovered this weekend, but decided I like this pic better. I just can't get over how much he looks like grandma.