Vicki Lane's Blog, page 79

Near and Far and In-Between

                               

                                                                                                                                                                  

In Praise of Popovers

It had been years since I'd made popovers. but when I was pondering what to have to go with some leftover vegetable soup, I remembered these yummy little puffs.
I'd forgotten just how quick and easy to make they are. Here's the recipe.
Popovers
Preheat oven to 450. 
1 cup sifted all-purpose flour1/2 teaspoon salt2 eggs1 cup milk
Set popover/muffin tin in oven to heat.

Sift together the flour and salt. Beat the eggs slightly and add the milk. Blend the liquid thoroughly into the flour.
Remove tin from oven and butter each cup well. Pour in batter to half full. (Probably this will half fill 8 or 9 cups.)
Bake 20 minutes at 450 then lower heat to 375 degrees and bake 25 minutes longer or until popovers are nicely browned.(In my oven, the popovers were pretty much done after the first 25 minutes. I gave them maybe another 5 or 10 minutes at 375.)
Serve hot with lavish helpings of butter. (My favorite part of the recipe. If any are left over, they're not bad cold the next day.)
For a cheese variation, stir 1/4 cup of grated cheddar into the flour and salt and proceed as above.


 

Wait for It

 

Rabbit, Rabbit

                                                                             

     

"You're doing the seasons with the rabbits!" squealed Josie when she saw what I was working on.

Could be.

                                                                                  

Doggy Daycare

                                                                                    

Justin and Claui's dogs often show around lunch time--which is when we feed our three their main meal of the day. Otter and Domino are on a different schedule. . . but the begging is so intense that John fixes 'snack' bowls for then--half a handful of kibble- and removes them to the porch to avoid comparisons.

It makes for a crowd in the kitchen. But there was a time when we had two (large) Old English mastiffs plus assorted other sizable canines. My sister-in-law was visiting and as she negotiated her way through the dog jam in the kitchen in search of morning coffee, she said, "Vicki, you don't have too many dogs; you have too much dogs."

These two think it's still true.

A Must Read

                                                                                        

Neil Gaiman or Patrick Tull (narrator of the Aubrey/Maturin series) read me to sleep most nights; Heather Cox Richardson kickstarts my mornings with her Letters from an American. 

Her calm rational prose generally makes sense of today's chaotic-verging-on-surreal political situation. With her intimate knowledge of our nation's history, Heather (as we readers of her daily newsletter call her) brings her deep understanding of our nation's past and the ongoing struggle to live up to the ideals of democracy to bear on the events of today--when that same democracy is under threat from authoritarianism.

Her latest book is here--I pre-ordered--and I look forward the understanding it will bring. And I urge all of you to read it. 

Heather is a national treasure--and you can find her on FB and at heathercoxrichardson@substack.com. 

Now, I have a book to read . . . I'm pretty sure it won't disappoint.

Looking Around

 

The Day the Weaponized Castle Ladies Staged a Coup and Knocked Down the King

The day dawned peacefully. But in the corner cupboard, rebellion was afoot.

Emboldened by their new weapons, the Ladies determined it was time to smash the patriarchy. Even the Queen joined in.

Chaos ensued! But the Sorceress lured the King away . . .


And he was down!  What will the Ladies do with their new-found power?The mind boggles.

 

Josie the Cow Wrangler

                                                                             

I had a busy afternoon yesterday. Meema picked me up and we went to the library and returned books and I picked out six new ones. There was a girl there who goes to my school--she is in kindergarten--and we played outside. I am in the pink crocs.

She had on boots. They aren't so good for running up the slide like I do.

Then we went in and did puppet shows. I did Little Red Riding Hood for her.

We entertained her little sister.

She is pretty cute for a baby.

Then there was another baby! We had our hands full!

When we got back to the farm, the cows were in the wrong pasture and they could get out and go anywhere!  Oh dear, said Meema, I'd better call Grumpy.
Don't worry! I can get them, I said, and jumped out of the car while she was calling Grumpy. I have done this before and know how to make them go where they should.



You just have to get behind them and kind of shoo them to where they should be. There were about eight of them and most went back in the right pasture but two were off in a corner. I ran fast and got behind them. 

I did it all myself except I needed help getting the gate pulled shut. Meema did that. Josephine, you are amazing, she said. You are like a little Border Collie, you run so fast.
I told her not to worry. If it happened again, she could call me and I would take care of it.

 Finally back at the house, I had a snack and then made some weapons for my Castle Ladies.
Here are some more that are waiting for the glue to dry. They are very fancy.


                                                                                 

Killers of the Flower Moon

                                                                                         

Now a major motion picture, this book examines the 1920's reign of terror and violence perpetrated by leading (White) citizens against the oil-rich members of the Osage Nation. Yet another shameful example of the exploitation of a minority in the Land of the Free--probably Moms for Liberty will want to ban book and movie, lest any White children feel bad about their ancestors.

I had known that some Native American groups, who'd been forced from their homelands because White settlers wanted the land, had been removed to barren, unpromising territory which later proved to be oil-rich. It seemed like a fine, ironic turn of events.

What I didn't know is that The Government, in its so-called wisdom, had deemed the Native Americans incapable of administering the fortunes that accrued to them through their headrights. And so (White) guardians were appointed for these individuals. 

Many of the guardians took advantage of their positions to skim off vast amounts of money. Some went even further.

Some of these guardians had multiple possessors of headrights in their care. But that wasn't enough. And so began the mysterious spate of deaths among the wealthy Osage.

Due to the unwillingness/inability of local law enforcement to act, eventually the fledgling FBI became involved. And that's another interesting story.

Killers of the Flower Moon is a fascinating tale of venality and corruption, the extent of which will probably never be fully known. A necessary read.

(An aside: isn't that a great title! As it turns out though, it has only the most tenuous link to the events. Ah, well.)