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6 fillets of sea bass
cup of melted butter
2/3 cup of flour
(7 tablespoons of cornmeal) (seasoned)
dash of cayenne pepper
sprinkle fish in cayenne, coat with butter both sides
dredge in flour-cornmeal mixture
bake until browned about 15 minutes
squeeze a lime across he cooked fish
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6 cups shredded cabbage ( coated with 10 tablespoons of corn starch)
1 cup onions
3 cups of diced cooked potatoes
1 1/2 cups of diced bacon
2 cups of diced cooked sweet potatoes
1 tablespoon of thyme
1 tablespoon of basil
3 tablespoons of brown sugar
2 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar
1 cup of white grape juice
2 cups of chicken stock
3 tablespoons of red pepper flakes
3/4 cups of cooked kale, drained and diced
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1/4 cup of celery
in a heavy pot, add some bacon fat,
allow to sauté for about 5 minutes stirring.
add the kale, and red pepper flakes, add both
sweet and white potatoes
and add the grape juice, top the cabbage with the bacon
tyme and basil and brownsugar
place in a dutch oven and bake for 30 to 45 minutes
serve with the fish across the top !
My Darn Musisk
She wanted her family to
have food throughout the month.
She said often we run out: but feel there is something I can do to help remedy the problem She Knew that substituting meat could help stretch out the meals.
She took consideration into effect. She knew she could get some cornmeal, dreid veggie, onions garlic and liquid smoke to flavor a doughy ground meat concoction that was flavorful enough to be filling and enjoyable.adding the right amount of pork fat, dehydrated veggies, spices and cereals and dough. Making a scrapple like sausage that tasted great and was something that could make 15 pounds of scrapped pork and 15 pounds of dehydrated veggies into a 75 pound of flavor and savoriness.
She embarked on her journey first by making veggie and pork and beef stock.
She made pork into jerky like steaks and grounded them and mixed them into dehydrated veggies and garlic and onions. They grounded the pork into and almost puree. they made corn mush cooked. and made a wheat dough. with milk and flour. the course ground meat was mixed with the mixing cooked grains into the doughy wheat mixture
adding yeast . Mixing cornmush and dehydrated veggies. mixing coursely ground meat with pureed meat.
adding spiced and veggies.
mixing and tasting.
she found that dry milk and eeg powder could help create a desired flavor. the mixture is tasted and cooked and then to be put into sausage castings.
"She boiled my wheat mixd with meat and dried the veggies crisp. tasted and tasted, smell spices, grounded and ground and mixed and mixed She stuffed casing with this stuff cooked it up and feed it to her kids. They smiled and smiled one complained wondering what this is."
" he built a treated frame, and stuffed it with straw right out the feilds. Ole Bouis told him Call that man to make my walls out of
that sprayed kinda cement.
Said they stacked the travails tween the bems
and cover them with chixwire. call that man to spray the walls
to coat and thicken as we desire.
I'm fixing to cover mine with some course ed treated wood.
That put on them fancy thangs. Make it look real pretty and to look good..
Moretell Deverell Quesnell Sumrell Portell McPhall.McGrail and Marcell to get the sheaves ah fixing."
I ate cookies for lunch and spoiled dinner
but somehow I never seem thinner.
Stop drinking fruit juice unless
it's zero sugar for me now best.
I love everything about steak except the price
eating a spoonful of steak sauce must suffice.
Fish is fishy so gotta deep fry it southern style
crispy cornmeal batter makes it palatable somehow.
Fried chicken needs pickled jalapenos with that heat
and an old fashion coleslaw milky cool and sweet.
What happen to that Old Fashion Loaf lunch meat
a flavor unique and once a great sandwich to eat.
Coco Cola classic is now Diet Coke
consuming less calories is no joke.
I am not overweight I am fat
enjoying too much food a reason for that.
I strained and stressed over
what was assigned to me
she told me as if she was
doing an interview.
She felt honored that thoses
who were responsible for
production
saw her genius and offered her
the opportunity to create.
Not in the manner one would
expect since she was chosen to
create a formula that would be'
used to feed cattle and horses.
She said she thought that it
would be the same formula.
No,no,no! mind you: cattle
are ruminants and horses
are hindgut fermenters you
must formulate separate recipes
to accommodate there digestive
differences. Starting off I started with
salt and molasses and vegetable oil as fats
and binding adhesive. I was lucky
to come across a large
amount of cornmeal, we got it from a store
that was only gonna throw it out.
We were gonna use it to help bring nutrients
to a sandy lot, but
we decided to use it in our range cubes instead.
Do not use monensin or urea in cubes for horses
it can be toxic. Urea and monensin is
can be safe for both llamas and sheep, but it
carries a high risk of fatal toxicity if managed
incorrectly. It is used strictly as a non-protein
nitrogen (NPN) supplement to help mature
animals digest low-quality, high-fiber forage
That's were the formulas differ.because llamas
(camelids) and sheep (ruminants) have distinct
digestive sensitivities, special precautions must
be taken if they are housed together.
Afalfa,Wheat middlings,grain by-products,
plant proteins like cottonseed or
soybean meal, roughage, and molasses
Used along side sudan grass to help get through
the winter!
From; the Book "Alfalfa Desperado" by
"Dingle" Barry Frank" the turnip guy"
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airin out the lungs cause this Agee, Ajee
took two peices away from my dozen.
thats why we in here fussin
that jerk got me cussin'
Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I patiently watched their short lived freedom evaporating in thin cold air.
They once bore the amour of truth from the days of their youth but with the passing of time, wisdom has crossed over to the other side and reality runs like mad men through the street.
You don’t know the price of goods for you have been living in the woods, raisin buns have gone up and the eagle bread is soaring in the sky. The prices are way out of reach and it is hard to compete; anxiety is running throughout the town and the hustlers are running around looking for cheap barging.
Food is going to be rationed again, run and tell your friend, get ready for the big overhaul, it is going to make some people bawl, a pound of chicken for ten American dollars, a pound of steak for twelve dollars, eggs for six dollars a dozen, rice, flour, sugar and cornmeal for three dollars and fifty cents per pound, oatmeal for six dollars and fifty cents per pack and seawater fish for five dollars a pound what more can I say when reality stares you in the face, you have to do something before it’s too late.
Come and share your bread with me and I will make your dream come true, come and share your bread with me and enjoy my company. The people are coming out of the lion’s den, they are looking for new friends, one bread to feed a family of five; and there peace and love will abide.
There is just not enough for everyone and reality is singing a different song so meet me at the garden center before noon because my family and friends will be coming home soon.
I have to buy buckets, mops, bleach, and detergent to clean out the place and air freshener to neutralize the mouly smells in the corners. I need garden rakes and brooms, a big shovel and a wheel barrow, we are going to clean inside out and we are going to make the devil shout; I need board hammers and nails to keep the dogs behind the gate so meet me at the garden center before it’s too late.
Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I patiently watched their short lived freedom evaporating in thin cold air.
They once bore the amour of truth from the days of their youth but with the passing of time, wisdom has crossed over to the other side and reality runs like mad men through the street.
You don’t know the price of goods for you have been living in the woods, raisin buns have gone up and the eagle bread is soaring in the sky. The prices are way out of reach and it is hard to compete; anxiety is running throughout the town and the hustlers are running around looking for cheap barging.
Food is going to be rationed again, run and tell your friend, get ready for the big overhaul, it is going to make some people bawl, a pound of chicken for ten American dollars, a pound of steak for twelve dollars, eggs for six dollars a dozen, rice, flour, sugar and cornmeal for three dollars and fifty cents per pound, oatmeal for six dollars and fifty cents per pack and seawater fish for five dollars a pound what more can I say when reality stares you in the face, you have to do something before it’s too late.
Come and share your bread with me and I will make your dream come true, come and share your bread with me and enjoy my company. The people are coming out of the lion’s den, they are looking for new friends, one bread to feed a family of five; and there peace and love will abide.
There is just not enough for everyone and reality is singing a different song so meet me at the garden center before noon because my family and friends will be coming home soon.
I have to buy buckets, mops, bleach, and detergent to clean out the place and air freshener to neutralize the mouly smells in the corners. I need garden rakes and brooms, a big shovel and a wheel barrow, we are going to clean inside out and we are going to make the devil shout; I need board hammers and nails to keep the dogs behind the gate so meet me at the garden center before it’s too late.
Is this a true story or a legend still believed by the locals?
Somewhere in Southern Texas,
there's a small church with a white marble cross
which sways as desert willows...
when the crisp ocean's morning breeze blows.
The Spanish Missionaries built it
with rocks that rolled down the cliff
to honor Christ, the conqueror of death...
then the natives were converted by it.
Overlooking the Gulf of Mexico and hidden
among palm trees, this sanctuary was forbidden
to anyone who had an extra matrimonial affair,
and the one who disregarded it, would have died there.
How can anyone, who worshiped God with a bowed head,
have cursed this house of prayer where the faithful prayed?
Was he an excommunicate monk who had rebelled against the Pope?
Had that harsh punishment turned into vengeance tighter than a rope?
It still remains a mystery linked to a superstitious legend causing disarray;
there was a well-known, lantern-lit den of witches not far away...
they sold potions in exchange for cornmeal and homemade Tequila,
and they got drunk every Sunday while the organ played, " Ave Maria."
Somewhere in Southern Texas,
I stand on the decaying steps
of a Baroque Church that angels still defend,
noticing the deep columns cracks filled with sand.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Constance's contest,
" The Church By The Ocean "
October 1, 2011
Savory described the dish a staple for breakfasters
The stock was said to be key to the foundation
of the dish.
2 hams
2
3 livers
3 kidneys
2 heads
cooked in 1 gallon of reserved pigfeet stock
add water to cover
take the meat off the bone
and stew the bones to make a broth
We used green peppers,carrots and onions and garlic to
make the broth
and mixed it with the broth of the meat and offals.
"when the meat is tender: glove up
and squish the large portion into handling size"
we would gring them later in a meat grinde
.2-5 cups fine cornmeal
¼-1 cup buckwheat flour
½ -1cup yellow onion diced small
For most scrapple recipes, the standard amount of
ground or rubbed sage is 1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon
for every 1 pound of meat
grinf the meat
add the cornmeal and flour mix
add sage, salt(3 Tablespoons) add no more until
the mixture is at desired thickness
and has been tased for saltiny.
Common spices in scrapple include sage,
thyme, and black pepper, along with other
seasonings like salt, savory, and nutmeg.
Many recipes also call for garlic powder,
onion powder, and cayenne pepper for additional flavor.
Mix spices and taste
adjust to desired flavor
using loave pans and muffin tins ( small ones for decrotive effect)
load up and allow the scrapple to set up.
In a cool room place the scrapple for up to five hours before regerration or freezing
slice and enjoy!
*********************Note you can add cooked bacon and mushrooms that have been freid and twisted dry(in a cheesecloth)***********************************************************************
We had a fine supper that evening a celebration for all
Waffles
Pancakes
sausages
bacon
and scapple
with pies and cakes
A great time had by all
to celebrate the autumn
in preparation for
Winter!
The Old Gristmill
(Not fit for the contest)
Way across the glen,
Many years gone passed
There lived a beauty of a woman
With her fine little lass
Her daughter was a charmer
And she could take me at will
To do a little grinding,
At that wonderful old mill
Yes, those days seemed simple
Now that I am looking back
At how well she ground my corn
And the way she held my sack
Times have really changed though
I buy cornmeal in a bag
And the girl from the Gristmill
Is now a mean old hag
Yes, those days seemed simple
Now that I am looking back
At how well she ground my corn
And the way she held my sack
Times have really changed though
I buy cornmeal in a bag
And the girl from the Gristmill
Is now a mean old hag
'The Millwheel wouldn't turn until the Spring'. It was a strong wood-frame structure originally designed for a very special purpose. The Gristmill was a mill for grinding grain, and before we ever considered dancing on its floor, we kids spent lots of time jumping and playing in the big bin of corn and working in the mill grinding corn into cornmeal. Many kids knew what it meant and felt like playing in the hay, but we had more fun playing in the corn. I'm not saying it was safe, but safe isn't always on one's mind when you're playing and having fun. Those were the 'Good Old Days' when although we bought some things from the local store, mom and dad raised and grew most of the food we ate, some of which we 'played with and played in' before we ate it.
'Whispers ran through the town from door to door' about kids burying themselves in corn and pretending to be working, but in the case of 'The Gristmill', there was little that we understood as work. I tell you, we had more fun in 'the Gristmill than a kid had any right to. During the summer the weather was mean and dry. When it was dry like that we worked our little buns off in the cotton fields sweating and chopping cotton. Child Labor Laws? Are you kidding me? Back then, we hated work and I think it's true to that too much child labor can take the kid out of the kid. Yes, we knew that we were greatly loved by our parents but it included 'the working variety'.
The winters brought rest and ' Ice melts, revealing secrets- wheel creaks'. A bit of a wintery feel, but we've had no rain here for days :) The kids can't wait for The Millwheel of spring.
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