Fun with friends at the Bonanza Meet Your Neighbor Stew

Stew 2

Last Saturday evening, my husband and I attended the Bonanza community’s Meet Your Neighbor Stew. It was the first time that we had ever been in the Bonanza Community Center and it is indeed a treasure. The organizers arranged for several stews, homemade cornbread and wheat bread, pickles and other fixings. And the array of desserts was most impressive.

Our community is made up of individuals who have lived in the Bonanza area all their lives – even attending the school before Rains opened, individuals who had left, yet returned because of their love for the area and the relative newcomers like my husband and me who were seeking the peace of country living. I did not bring stew to the event – maybe next time – but I did make beef stew last week.

I usually look for a nice roast and cut it into 3⁄4- to 1-inch cubes. Dredge the cubed meat in flour seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, celery seeds and oregano. Clean and cut onions, carrots and celery into the same sized cubes as the meat. Also, mince 4 garlic cloves. I use two pots while making this stew, one that is wide to brown meat and sauté the vegetables and one that is tall enough to hold all the ingredients as I build the stew.

Heat vegetable oil in the wide pot and add the meat. Sizzle the meat until it is nicely browned on all sides. The flour will stick to the bottom of the pan, but don’t worry, just add about half a cup of good red wine to deglaze it – beef stock will also do the job. When most of the stuck-on bits have released, pour the contents into the tall pot.

Return the wide pot to the burner, add a little more oil and sauté all the vegetables over medium heat. As the vegetables cook, they’ll release liquid and finish deglazing the bottom of the pan. Those brown bits are important since they add a rich flavor to the stew. Pour the finished vegetables into the tall pot.

Cube potatoes and add them to the tall pot. Pour in enough beef stock to cover all the ingredients, along with a jar or can of tomato bits, and turn on the heat. Add seasonings. I always add bay leaves and usually add a small amount of crushed fennel seed, dill seed, thyme and black pepper. When the pot comes to a boil, add salt. Reduce the heat to a simmer, cover the pot and cook 15 minutes to finish the potatoes.

Meanwhile, I cut up okra and dredged it with flour, cornmeal, salt and pepper and pan-fried it in the wide pot. That process keeps the okra crisp and it doesn’t turn to mush after it is added to the stew. When the potatoes in the tall pot are fork tender, add the fried okra and a small bag of frozen peas. Simmering the stew for 10 minutes more warms the peas, and the okra breading additionally thickens the stew.

A few tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce (or red wine vinegar) helps brighten the stew. Taste and add salt and pepper as necessary. The rich stew is now ready to serve and enjoy with family and friends.
Holding a community supper is a great way to build a strong community. The Bonanza gathering was a treat and it was enjoyable to meet and converse with young and old alike. The food was wonderful, but certainly our greatest treasure is the community of neighbors and friends.

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Spiced Carrot Soup

Spiced carrot soup

This weekend I cleaned up my garden, uprooting tired purple-hull pea bushes, cutting back leggy okra and pulling out some old root vegetables. I was able to scrounge up a handful of gnarly carrots. They looked horrendous, but had a surprisingly good taste. I decided that a spiced carrot soup with crusty bread would be a perfect dinner for a cool fall evening.

Carrots provided the inspiration, but they were lacking in quantity. So I peeled and chopped those carrots into 1-inch pieces and did the same with 2 lbs. from the store. I also chopped a large onion, 3 garlic cloves and finely shredded about a tablespoon of ginger root. I added all to a medium-hot pan with olive oil, salt and pepper. Ginger provided some spice, but I didn’t stop there. I added two bay leaves, a dash of ground coriander and 2 teaspoons each of red curry powder and ground turmeric. That kicked up the spice level.

I stirred in 6 cups of chicken stock (vegetable stock would work as well) and let the pot simmer covered for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Then after testing the carrots to make sure they’re done, turn off the heat. Let the soup sit and cool about 20 minutes before processing. It’s also a good time to remove the bay leaves – they don’t blend well and can be bitter if left in the soup.

I used an immersion blender and the soup didn’t need to cool much. If a food processor is to be used, let the soup cool more. Scary hot liquid flying around in a food processor or blender is not a good thing. The soup can always be reheated if it has cooled too much.

Once the soup is silky smooth, add about 2 tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce. Taste the soup and season with salt and pepper as necessary. The soup is yummy served with a dollop of Greek yogurt or sour cream, crumbled bacon bits and fresh chopped cilantro or parsley. I added a hunk of crusty bread to the meal. The ginger gave the soup a hint of heat and the other spices rounded out with warm autumnal tones. That’s comfort food to me.

Rosemary crusted pork loin – while canning pasta sauce

Pressure canning

Pressure canning is something I have always wanted to do. I’ve pickled vegetables and processed them with the water-bath method, but the ability to preserve food without all the vinegar and salt seemed out of my reach. That is until I purchased a used pressure cooker/canner. What makes it even more interesting to me is that it once belonged to centenarian Hazle Terry. Hopefully, I can do as well with it as she.

So far I’ve processed tomato quarters and hot salsa. Pasta sauce was next on my list. I knew the effort would take a few hours since I needed to remove the tomato skins by boiling them in water and peeling as well as allowing the tomatoes to simmer with onions, garlic and savory herbs before pressure canning.

Since I was going to be in the kitchen heating up the house anyway, I decided to cook the huge pork loin my husband picked up when he offered to get the groceries – it’s been a busy week. I was thinking a small one-pound loin would be nice for a dinner, but like most men – go big or go home – he bought almost four pounds of pig. Actually he did very well; it was a beautiful roast.

While water started to boil for the tomatoes, I set the oven for 350 degrees and seared on the stove-top all six sides of the pork loin – that included the ends. Placing the loin in a roasting pan with the fatty side up, I salted and peppered and spread rosemary pesto all over the top of the loin. (Rosemary pesto is a paste made with rosemary, garlic, walnuts, olive oil, parmesan, salt and pepper. Made up in 4-oz. container portions, it can be frozen and used as needed.) I also sprinkled panko bread crumbs on top of the loin and drizzled it with olive oil. It already smelled good.

Because of its size, that loin was going to need to cook for almost two hours. So into the oven with the timer set for 45 minutes. Then I began processing tomatoes. After 45 minutes, I made a tent with foil and placed it loosely over the roast. This keeps a little moisture in and more importantly, keeps the rosemary pesto from browning too much. Back into the oven and set the timer for another 45 minutes.

By this time the tomatoes have been peeled; onion and garlic have sautéed in a huge pot; the pot has been deglazed with a little red wine; herbs, seasonings and tomatoes have been added; and the sauce is simmering nicely. And I needed to decide what to serve with the loin for dinner. Potatoes or rice came to mind and I decide on potatoes since I still had a few left and rice will keep. I made the smashed potato recipe from last week’s Leader and since I had so much going on, I just popped frozen spinach into the microwave. Both are quick and easy.

After the second set of 45 minutes had passed, I pulled out the loin and checked the internal temperature with a meat thermometer. I was looking for 160 degrees and we weren’t there. I ended up cooking the loin for another 30 minutes before reaching 162 degrees. I let the meat rest for about 20 minutes before slicing.

The rosemary pesto and panko bread crumbs made a flavorful crust over the meat that was moist and perfectly seasoned. The smashed potatoes and spinach paired nicely with this incredible roast. I still need to pressure can the jarred pasta sauce and it looks like we’ll be having pork loin for a few more meals.

Pork loin

Garden bounty

7-25 garden bounty

While the garden was off to a slow start this year (didn’t plant until late May!), I avoided the last spring frost and now we’re receiving more rain than I’ve ever seen in July. The recent rains have really added a boost and my garden is doing well. It took me most of the morning to pick this haul – and I weeded as I went. Now I’m off to mow the lower vineyard.

Just when you feel like you’re caught up, you realize you’re behind somewhere else!

Molly 1997 – 2013

Molly in rare Texas snow

Our beloved Border Collie, Molly, passed away on Tuesday, May 14, 2013, at age 16. We adopted her when she was about four years old from Border Collie Rescue in Colorado.

Molly was incredibly smart and very well behaved. She wanted to please – and yes, she wanted treats too. Molly was a loyal companion and family member. She enriched our lives. We miss her, but know she had a wonderful life. She loved playing in the snow and would rather eat snow outside than drink water from her bowl.

Molly moved with us when we came back home to Texas in 2007. She tried to be a good Texan, but was always a Colorado girl at heart. She was laid to rest under a shady tree overlooking the pond on Della Terra Farm.

Free-range chickens – living free -n- happy!

The chickens on Della Terra Farm are free-range chickens. This means that they are free to go pretty much wherever they wish during the day. The coop door is opened in the morning allowing them to come and go since they need access to the nesting boxes. Mostly they wander into the garden, pasture, vineyard, across the road . . . you get the idea. Luckily we are on a quiet road with very little traffic and open pastures all around.

The chickens have the opportunity to forage for worms and insects. I provide fresh water and throw out scratch (bird seeds) each morning. Those chickens think scratch is a treat, but that’s nothing compared with their excitement when they catch a juicy grasshopper! We also provide a basic 15% protein layer-feed to supplement their diet. Sometimes hunting is slow and we don’t want our girls to go to bed hungry.

As the sun starts to sink in the west, the girls and the rooster Henry make their way to the coop and their roosting perches for the night. All we have to do each evening is close the coop door. It took some training with our first group of chicks as we had to find them and herd them into the coop. However, now the older birds set the example for the new batch of chicks to follow.

Predators can be a concern for free-range chickens and we did lose two chickens to a stray dog. Luckily my husband was home and saw what was happening. I’ve heard stories of losses to coyotes, hawks and owls. I’m sure it can happen and so we do what we can to minimize the risk. Our chickens have several places to go for cover and we have three pretty fierce barn cats that discourage predators too.

I feel good about our decision to free-range the birds. I believe they are happy to have their freedom and it is the most natural way to raise chickens. It certainly is a big component to providing healthy hormone-free nutritious eggs.

The joy of raising chickens – in the beginning…

The first set of baby chicks were born on a Tuesday in early July. They were shipped to our post office in Emory. I waited for the call and at 7:30 a.m. on Thursday morning, it came. My husband and I set off to pick up the 5 Barred Rocks, 5 Buff Orpingtons and 5 Americana chicks – we wanted a variety. I gingerly cradled the box of peeping chicks while my husband drove us home.

We were prepared with a nursery in a 100-gallon water trough set up in our extra bedroom. I had it lined with paper towels and the watering founts were at the ready along with chick-starter feed. We brought the chicks into the room and set the shipping box in the trough. After carefully prying off the lid, I picked up each chick and dipped it’s beak in the water. The first few hours were crucial in that if the chicks don’t move around and start drinking on their own, they won’t survive.

With our first batch of chicks, one buff arrived dead in the shipment and an Americana chick wobbled around and never started drinking though I tried several times, carefully dipping its beak and encouraging it. The good news is the company shipped an extra Barred Rock in our order. So we started our flock with 14.

Names were given to each chick, but in the end only the Americanas were easily identifiable with their unique coloring and markings. Two of the Americanas turned out to be roosters, so Henrietta became Henry and Amelia became Emiliano. Those chicks stayed in our home far longer than intended. The extreme heat and drought situation that summer made it hard to move them to their coop.

As we waited for the daily 100+ degree temperatures to break, we moved the chicks to a bigger trough – 300 gallons – and even designed a hinged covering since they were trying to fly out. I spent some quality time with this first group. During the first month I woke up a few times each night to change the lining in the trough and make sure they had clean food and water. After work I usually sat with them, talking to them and in time, they perched on my fingers, hands and arms. Spending time with them was far better than watching a TV show.

Though they couldn’t move in yet, I wanted to get the chicks used to the idea of being in their coop. So I took them on outings to visit the coop for a few hours in the evenings. They traveled there in groups using our cat carrier. Finally in September the heat wave broke and we permanently moved them. That first night was pretty tough for me. It was like when your kids have their first campout or spent the night over with a friend for the first time.

It sounds crazy to have chickens living in your home for almost three months, and I guess it was. I have to admit, I’m crazy about my chicks.

Beginning a blog

How do I start writing a blog?

I struggled with that question for weeks – maybe months. Anyway, I even googled it. I found some useful information: keep it conversational, like you were talking to your little sister. I actually found that to be helpful. I have a little sister and that means it would be a friendly conversation with some kind of filter. There are just some things you don’t tell your little sis. I think that makes sense for a blog, too.

So here goes…