Alligator meat from Louisiana for sale in the local grocery store’s frozen foods department. Uhhh…I’ll stick with the shrimp.
Today I took CutieDog for a walk in this park
I do believe that the 2014 berry season has drawn to a close unless the mulberry trees around the corner from our house are still bearing. They have born for a longer period this summer than last year. I’ll check their status this week.
Over the past few weeks I have been picking mulberries and raspberries. Both kinds of fruit grow wild in this region, along with there being u-pick orchards that sell raspberries. I have a few plastic containerfuls from the wild fruits that I picked. I was going to make some jam with them and the small amount of strawberries that I picked at a farm last month. Said fruit has been in the freezer. The jam has yet to be made. My Darling Husband was in dire
need want of something sweet today, so I used some of the mulberries and raspberries to make a cobbler. I used this heirloom recipe from one branch of My Darling Husband’s family. In place of margarine (oleo), I used butter and a little vegetable shortening; I approximated 1/2 cup. For the flour, I used 3/4 cup all-purpose and 1/4 cup wheat. Then I ended up stirring in a bit more wheat flour because I used too much butter/shortening! I used unsweetened fruit, except for the sugar that was already in the cherry pie filling that I mixed with the mulberries and raspberries. It turned out good: the right balance of fruit and cake. Deeelicious! It would be even better with real whipped cream.
Cicadas are the music of summer, but so is the community band of Our Small Town. They play in the band shell at the city park every summer Tuesday.
My Darling Husband and I ate a picnic dinner there this evening.
In a small town, you are more likely than not to run into friends and acquaintances wherever you go.