Doesn't it drive you crazy when you KNOW you put two socks in the laundry basket? You KNOW you washed two socks and you KNOW you put two socks in the drier and yet only one sock emerges. Where does the former partner go? And what do you do with the remaining sock? How long do you hang on before you chuck it?
Well, now I have new LOST items to make me loopy: Pictures of my beautiful pot roast. A couple weeks ago when I made this, I saved a couple of pics right into this file. And now, after a fitful hour or searching, I'm determined that somehow the partner pictures have escaped from my computer, planned a get away with a couple of run away socks and are now sipping virgin Margaritas somewhere near the equator. These things just can't be avoided, and I certainly don't blame myself. Hopefully they'll be a little happier in the new life that they've chosen, even though the rest of us are left behind to pick up the pieces
So here you have my only two shots of my pot roast. I adore making pot roast on Sunday since I can pop it in the oven for the entire 3 hours that we are gone at Church. My family always seems to be hungriest on Sundays after church, so food must be ready immediately to prevent sudden starvation. ( I have a theory that spiritual fulness depletes food reserves in belly; it's very academic and I'll be sure to share it in some other post.) There will be plenty of food to share, so invite another family to join you for dinner. And if you snap a few pictures and some get away, don't say I didn't warn you. Just try to be happy for them.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Juicy Oven Roast Beef with Potatoes and Carrots
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The 4 day History of a Cookie
It's Tuesday and that means sweets and treats with my weekly baking club, Tuesdays with Dorie. This week's assignment: Caramel Crunch Bars
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Oscar Worthy Snack Picks
Oh, Oscar! I almost forgot about you. No not you, Oscar. I'd never forget about you, darling.
The other Oscar.
You snuck up on me! Hey, I've got to run to the market for some last minute Oscar watching supplies- important crucial, essential supplies, like Food. Food. We can't sit around eating loaves of farm country wheat bread while we're watching all of the terribly talented, deeply gorgeous, supremely humble, beautifully paid actors. Actually, a few minutes of the red carpet routine is all I can really handle. (Just once, I'd like to see an actress on the red carpet look straight at the camera, not sideways, not backwards not tilt-a-whirl, just dead on. ) I'll probably just munch on my Oscar snacks and catch the highlights on the Internet. It's about 5.3 million hours shorter that way.




Next up: Oven Roast Beef with Carrots and Potatoes Friday, February 20, 2009
Farm-Country Multi Grain Bread
Maybe it's because I spent last week in Grandpa Bud's farm country, with nothing but peacefully frozen fields to rest the eye upon. Maybe it's because my stock of groceries was pitifully low when I came home, and short of starvation, I just can't make myself shop until the suitcases are unpacked. Maybe it's because our long drive read-aloud was Laura Ingalls Wilder's "The Long Winter," in which the Ingalls family survived a season of Dakota blizzards on loaf after loaf of wheat bread. Maybe it's because the making and kneading of bread is calming, steadying and even nostalgic. And maybe for all of these things it was important to bake bread today. A good, hearty, honest loaf of multi grain bread. The first loaf won't last long, of course, but will be gobbled up warm with slathers of creamy butter, jam, and honey. But the second loaf has potential for a truly memorable bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. And if I can ever get those suitcases unpacked and make it to the grocery store, that's what we'll be having for dinner. But if not, we'll read books by the fireplace, pretend we're the Ingalls family and eat some more buttered bread on this long winter night.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
South Dakota
Isn't it suprising how lighthearted a funeral can actually be? One moment, you are dabbing a hankie to your eye, and the next you are musing, visiting, even chuckling. There was music: a sweet little tune sung by the great grand children, a violin piece by my two charges with me on the piano (shaking fingers, of course), and a beautiful duet by two cousins. And there were plenty of stories to share about Grandpa Bud. Lots of the stories told how much he adored Grandma Libbie and how he died seven years to the day after her. Others told about his kindness, his character, his sense of humor, his strength, and his courage. I hadn't know that he was so fearless around rattlesnakes. He'd kill them with hoes, tire irons, rocks or even the cowboy boots on his feet. In my book, that makes him even braver than Indiana Jones. And it's important that a certain little boy and a certain little girl know that about him, too. Because someday it will be there turn to tell some other little boy and some other little girl about their great great Grandpa Bud. And this is why you make a 20 hour drive through ice and snow to go to South Dakota. It isn't so much for the funeral, per se. It's so that you can see your Grandpa Bud's once thriving farm
and the land that he loved.
And you can meet cousins that you never knew you had,
and form friendships that are thicker than water.
So you can hear the stories that are meant to live on.
So you can remember that those that went before you worked hard to make life better for you.
And they did that because they loved you.
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Farm Country Multi Grain Loaves
Friday, February 13, 2009
Valentine X-O Cupcakes
Happy Valentine's Day to all of my lovely readers. I hope your day is filled with romantic, fraternal, puppy, friendly, sisterly, motherly, fatherly, platonic, or whatever kind of love that makes your heart sing.
I'm filled with bloggerly love. Even though I'm here in South Dakota (see previous post) for Grandpa Bud's funeral, it fills me with pink and red warm fuzzies to share my recipes and my musings about real life right here on Prudence Pennywise. Thanks for reading and coming back and for making my recipes. Here's wishing much love and all of life's candy coated sweetness to all of you!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Fresh Ricotta with Roasted Red Pepper Hearts Crostini
Greetings from wintery Pierre, South Dakota. Last week I had no idea I would be here. Like I was saying, this weekend on Valentine's Day, my sister Laurie is marrying her high school sweetheart in sunny California. Our sunglasses and bathing suits were packed and our hotel reservations were made. But then on Saturday morning, a phone call changed everything.
For the Appetizer, cut hearts out of roasted red peppers. Drizzle olive oil and balsamic vinegar around the plate. Easy!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Floating Islands in Raspberry Creme Anglaise for Valentine's Day
Welcome to Tuesdays with Dorie, my weekly baking club. Today's assignment: Floating Islands. But first....
I haven't seen him since then, and I was only a kid, but I still remember that he was nice. And it isn't easy to be nice to a passel of obnoxious little brothers and sisters. Friday, February 6, 2009
Dijon Beef Stroganoff-Penny Pinching Style
I'm a little reluctant to post this dinner because, well, it doesn't look pretty. But shouldn't it still be invited to the dance? It has other charms, cross my heart. What it lacks in good looks, it makes up for in inner beauty: Think hearty beef and mushrooms in a creamy sour cream sauce made extra savory with dijon mustard. And it's easy on the pocketbook too. Normally beef stroganoff is made with the most supple cuts of fillet mignon. My Miss Congeniality stroganoff is made from humble stew meat, made lovingly tender by a long simmer. (If you're around the house you can simmer it in on the stovetop; if you'll be away, the crockpot works just as well. ) See, it's a cheap date, fun, and full of tender loving kindness.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
World Peace Cookies
It's Tuesday-time for my weekly baking assignment with TWD. Click here for more information. Today's tasty task: World Peace Cookies
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Twice Baked Potato Appetizers
This is my brother-in law Adam and my littlest sister Mary Kate. (Aren't they cute? And they're nice, too. To know them is to love them.)
Adam is living every man's dream today at the Super Bowl, having won a trip at work. It was probably a most popular or best personality or most likely to make everyone love you any contest. But Adam says it was something to do with sales, or some other something that I don't know anything about. Congratulations for whatever it was, Adam, you lucky dog. I was planning to make the five hour drive to visit the lonesome but ever charming Mary Kate for the weekend. (If it had been a cutest couple contest then she could have gone too.) We were going to have our own Super Exciting Unbelievably Thrilling Super Bowl party. A Super Exciting Unbelievably Thrilling food Super Bowl Party, not a Super Exciting Unbelievably Thrilling football Super Bowl party. Except last weekend I got sick with the flu, and while I was moaning on the couch, I started to notice my unmopped floors, the dust on the ceiling fan, my stack of ungraded papers dating back to 1987, and the sprig of holly on the cuckoo clock, and the Star Wars figurines under the ottoman, and the overdue library books, and the 172 Polly Pocket shoes and accesories in the couch crevasses, and I started to moan some more and went back to bed. And I decided to stay home for the weekend and work, which I don't like to make a habit of. So now poor Mary Kate is forced to have her own lonesome Super Exciting Unbelievably Thrilling food Super Bowl party. Alone, with her four children under the age of 9. And if that doesn't make for Super Exciting Unbelievable Thrills, then I don't know what does. The food had better be good.





