I should never try to make something I can't pronounce. But the photo looks so incredible I just had to take a stab at it.
This recipe called for the use of fennel bulbs, which I've never tasted, but figured they couldn't be as nasty as that celery root nightmare. I was wrong.
It looked so inviting and we couldn't wait to dive in.
Left Brain proclaimed it "not that bad". I couldn't even finish mine.
I tossed it out that same night, I didn't even want to bother the raccoon with it.
Long Live the Queen of the Kitchen
Some of my fondest memories were spending the weekend with my cousin Bonnie (may her memory be for a blessing) in Spooner and attending the Spooner Rodeo. I've shared stories with my daughter and granddaughters for years about this event, and this year we made it happen.
Calendars were cleared and plans made to attend the 63rd annual Spooner Rodeo. Little did we all know how crazy things would be at this time! Stephanie and family had put their house up for sale and just accepted an offer right before the weekend arrived. It seems they could all use a break for a day or two after having the house prepared for showings.
This event would not be complete without my cousin's daughter, Shayna, joining us. It's so helpful to have a person who knows their way around the huge metropolis of Spooner. Just when I didn't think it could get any better, she told me that her step mother, Kathy, would be able to join us for lunch as well.
We met for lunch at Tony's Riverside, a place Bonnie and I always went to have pizza. Emily asked me what was so special about the pizza here and I responded "the memories". It's a good thing the memories were so wonderful, because the pizza was truly disgusting. Things have changed in thirty years apparently.
After lunch we ditched the girls, I mean...we dropped the kids off...at the motel so they could rest, swim and goof off. The three ladies went back to Kathy's house to sit and visit in a very charming and comfortable home. We even raided the fridge and I had a nice little margarita. Steph took one of her famous power naps while Shayna and I continued to catch up on each others lives.
We went back to the motel and gathered up the girls to head out to the rodeo about 5:30. In true "Bonnie fashion" we needed to arrive at least two hours early to see the livestock and admire the bulls before the show at 7:30.
This year the famous Clydesdales were making an appearance and performing at the rodeo. We were able to tour the barn housing them to see them up close and personal...all 18 hands of them. To non horse people, that means they stand about 6'3" at their shoulders. They weigh about 2,200 pounds and when the eight of this beautifully matched team are harnessed up and pulling the wagon it is a sight to behold. We learned that the harness they were wearing, just the harness and reins mind you, cost $80,000. He didn't say what the wagon cost, or the horses, never mind the semi trailers that transport them cost and it's just as well...I had a hard time grasping $80,000 for the harness.
It was fun explaining to the girls what was happening and why the cowboys were doing the things they did. They seemed to enjoy all of it, especially the Cowboy Girls. This is a group of brave, strong, talented young women who amazed the crowd with their expertise with the lassos and trick riding. There's nothing like watching someone hanging off the side of the horse with their hair brushing the ground in the "suicide drag", or balancing on their shoulders upside down while the horse is racing madly around the arena. If I were ever seen doing one of these maneuvers, it wouldn't be on purpose, I'll tell you that right now.
The final event is always the bull riding, my favorite event. We were able to watch the Number Two bull rider in the world compete, that's the kind of caliber that attends this rodeo.
We all crashed into bed not long after getting home, it had been a very busy and full day. The following morning was spent having breakfast at the motel with the three older ladies talking until it was time to check out at noon. The teen aged members of our party couldn't quite imagine what people of our age would have to talk about so long...they'll learn.
After saying our goodbyes to Shayna we drove back home and they dropped me off and continued home where they would be leaving immediately to visit more houses in their search for a new home. I don't know where they get their stamina.
The best part of this weekend was all the opportunities to use the phrase "this isn't my first rodeo".
Long Live the Rodeo Queen
I've been very unhappy with the dismal loaves of gluten free Paleo bread I've been cranking out, and I do believe the squirrels and birds are feeling the same.
So I've resorted to using a combination of rice flours to keep it gluten free, but it's no longer really Paleo. Yes, Ingrid, I know you warned me about the sugar spikes from using the rice flours, but darn it...I just want something that actually tastes like bread again! And it's still gluten free, so that counts for something.
This loaf actually rose up high and oozed over the sides a big, so it looks kind of strange.
But the taste! It tastes like real bread! Good bread! We are doing the happy dance as I speak.
I made some dinner rolls to feed the family when they came over for Sunday supper, but forgot to photo them. They got away from me and became one huge dinner roll, but the taste was even better than the sandwich bread.
Long Live the Queen
It's nice knowing we will be coming here year after year, therefore, I am able to have a small garden. Well, it started out small but seems to be growing.
My additions this year have been to add stepping stones so I can get from the car to the patio mats without stepping in the dirt and mud.
Then I decided to remove the remainder of the weeds sprouting up, putting down some weed barrier and topping it off with bark mulch. Now the garden appears much larger.
I put in some ground covers around the stepping stones as well as some moss roses for color until things thicken up.
The birdbath got moved to center stage so we can watch the birds (and squirrels) enjoy this little water feature. The duck was a gift from my friend Colleen and makes it complete.
The bird rusty bird is an art piece I had given to my daughter. It is residing in my garden while they work on selling their house. He's off to the left side of the photo below, but is hard to see. Hmmm, I wonder what he'd look like bright red as well?
It looked too big and awkward to easily store and move, so it will wait until it has a new garden to fly to. He does look rather nice here, so I'll have to look for another art piece in the future to take his place.
The little artsy thing with the leaves gets kind of lost, so I plan to paint it bright red to add a little color pop. I may move it over so the white fifth wheel behind us can provide more of a backdrop.
Long Live the Queen of Garden Fun
I know the furkids hear us talking about our new way of clean eating and losing weight and apparently Gracie is wanting to join us on our quest.
I spotted her trying to absorb the knowledge of "Eat Fat Get Thin" by using osmosis during her nap.
If this works for her I'm going to be angry I had to read the whole thing.
Long Live the Queen
