Saturday, November 2, 2013

Chicken Pie, and Chocolate Cookies

This morning was the perfect day for cooking. I woke up with Chicken Pie in my head. This is recipe I discovered just 2 years ago. The crust is made with a egg, and sour cream, and of course lots of butter. Because there is no water, the crust is flaky, crispy and tender all at the same time. It is the perfect crust for most anything. With a wonderfully grown High Ground Java Cockerel (young rooster)) harvested last spring, the broth was thick, rich, and golden




As the cooking progressed, as always, one thing lead to another. "Wouldn't  soup with tender garden greens and white beans be good?" and what about cookies?  Double Chocolate, and Colonial Spice?



Out to the kitchen garden in a flash to pick Vates Kale, Tuscan Kale (Dinosaur), Russian Red kale,Mustard Greens, Turnip Greens, and Asian Greens. Good Olive Oil in a pot; Add course chopped yellow onion-a big one; crushed and chopped 4 cloves of garlic. Heat, but do not brown. Add chicken broth-2 cups, then the washed, chopped greens with white Cannenilli beans. I used a can of Organic 365 brand, but could use dry ones, and cook before adding greens. Simmer with a lid for 30 minutes. With a dash of salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes, Delicious!

A walk down to the creek after cooking as a way to fight the drowsiness of too many cookies.





The woods were alive with wildlife, and the ferns and running cedar so green in the low areas, untouched by people for so long, it was like a wonderland. A Cathedral. Great tree trunks like fallen giants lay across some banks for years, but thrive although horizontal. A haven for woodland creatures, and beautiful mosses. The water ran fast and deep today after the rain last night. Several little rapids,and waterfalls were music that echoed against the hill. A deep woods, that is as it was. Untouched by progress. This is part of balance for me. Sitting, standing in awe of this Greatness.





The Wood Shed Full, A Beautiful Sight!


Yesterday as I went outside to carry the hens kitchen scraps the huge pile of split firewood in the middle of the grass in front of the shed, tugged at me as I passed. The sky was leaden gray and the weather forecaster was calling for heavy rain as a cold front was approaching  from the west. Not wanting the beautiful dry wood to get wet I pulled out the biggest tarp in the barn. Wrestling with the bulky taupe I quickly realized it was going to be a struggle to cover it all up, I started to move and stack the wood under the shelter. One by one, piece by piece. The day beautiful with a breeze and Autumn leaves, orange, yellow and red trickling down from the sky like jewels. A good time to think, and pray. A good time to be thankful I can still without any trouble do this type of work. Some cannot. It is a beautiful thing...life, and a job finished well.