Grits and Eggs

this is a delicious meal you can put together in minutes, no special ingredients, just always keep a box of grits handy and a package of Jimmy Dean sausage in the freezer, you are ready to go~I serve this on a small breakfast size plate so the portions aren’t as big as they look~

The one thing that we think about or talk about at least once every single day is food. It is one of our greatest pleasures. I always knew what Dan liked~it was everything~ but I have to say his all time favorite was eggs. He liked them fried~hard or soft~ omelets, scrambled, deviled, even hard boiled. We always had our big meals at breakfast and dinner at noon, we all sat at the table and ate together, then for supper it was left over’s, or popcorn and apples, or eggs. Either an omelet or grits and eggs were his first choice. (He lived over 90 years so the eggs never hurt him). Creamy cheesy grits are delicious and satisfying, and go great together with the eggs. Now you need to choose your grits carefully when buying~if it says ‘Instant’ on the package back away and don’t take those home by mistake. No good!

There are 5 Minute Grits (Quaker) that work well, or old fashioned grits that take a little longer to cook. Anyway, you can cook up this meal for breakfast or supper, it only takes a few minutes. Oh loudy have mercy, this is good!
Cheesy Grits
(four servings, either half or double for however many you need)
Boil 3 c water
1/2 tsp salt
1 c Quick 5 Minute grits
Stir grits slowly into boiling water, put lid on and turn heat
down to med-low, cook for about 5 minutes, stirring occasionally.
Stir in until melted 2 slices of American Cheese and 1 T butter
Soft fry eggs, one or two to a serving,
Cook sausage in a skillet on med. heat~ it will be ready in about 8 minutes
A little bowl of fruit and you have a delicious meal. 

Birthday Parties

 

we all went over to see the new house, then went to Shanda’s Cafe to have lunch~here are ZZ, Sandra, Pat, Stacy and Debbie

Here are pictures from my 74th birthday get together at Christoval  eight years ago in 2008. We ate at Shanda’s Cafe in town.  

this was a nice little cafe in Christoval but like many businesses, it was only there a short time~

here is Stacy with me, she threw me a wonderful birthday party when she was 13 years old

Elizabeth Ann and Sandra, we had a nice meal and an expensive meal~

Our family always has big birthday celebrations for everyone, even the dogs. One time I told Stacy I had only one birthday party when I was growing up and in the third grade and what a thrill that was. So when she was about 13 years old she wanted me to come and spend the night, she had a big slumber party for the two of us in their back yard. She had a record player playing the oldest songs she could find, banners and streamers, hot dogs, (she even baked me an angel food cake), and she had even moved the mattress’s outside. Our dogs, Spook and Schatzie Kay were there too. What a party, the one I will always remember, the best one ever! That was a special time, I love birthdays~  

we have been friends for almost 40 years, here with Sandra and Pat.

 

this was my 74th birthday, time flies~Sandra, me and Debbie

 

I like small parties, this was special, good family and good friends~Anna and Pat

 

Small Texas Landscapes in Oil

 

here again shows a road with an open gate, it invites you into the picture, remember in real life, if you find a gate closed, be sure to close it behind you.

 

a companion to the first one, both are landscapes, both are in the country and work well as a nice pair

These are a pair of landscapes that worked well together, just right for a small space. The paintings are 9×12’s  and I painted them in a few hours, with drying time in between. First coat is to pretty well to finish the sky and hill, then put in the dark green where the trees will go, and the calache colored ground, road, and brush. No details at this point. After the canvas is covered and it is time to let it dry, I pull my pallet knife over the wet paint to make it smooth. That way when I come back to do the finishing work,  the canvas is nice and easy to paint on. (If it is rough, it is like trying to paint on a cinder block). After it is completely dry, it’s time to paint in all the details, the heads on the grass, the gnarly limbs coming out of the tree, hit it with highlights, and don’t forget to sign your name~

The Nice Nude

I copied this from an old world painting, fun to do but now what to do with her~In order to keep my blog family friendly, I added a little cover up in Adobe Photoshop~ 

I was required to take a life drawing course in college where you sketched life sized models on a big 4 foot pad with charcoal. It was fun but I couldn’t see any practical need for this in my future. Several years later, I saw an old world painting of a nice nude and wanted to paint it on canvas. When I was finished, there was the problem of what to do with her. She stayed in the garage closet, in the attic, under the bed, always out of sight. Dan was trading on the market at Uhlman Grain in San Angelo and had friends he ‘shot the breeze with’ every day. Jimmy Gouras (Jimmy the Greek) was one of his best friends. Jimmy knew I painted and was always sending someone down to buy a picture. One day a guy came (I will call him Duncan) to buy a painting for his wife. Dan showed him the nude and he decided that is what he wanted. They struck a deal and the deed was done! I was a happy girl that day. A long time coming but at last the nude was out of my house and out of my life. The next day Dan and Jimmy were visiting and he told Jimmy about Duncan buying the painting and  said he thought he “sold it too cheap, how he REALLY hated to see it go” etc. etc. etc.  A couple of days later, here comes Jimmy into Uhman Grain carrying the nude, he had bought it back from Duncan!  So Dan had to come home with that picture and face me, I was shocked, I was stunned and I was mad! Yep, she’s back~

Good end to this story, it now has a place in a stunning home in San Antonio, showcased by a couple who recognized it’s beauty.

Big Dog Chase

he walked into the party, uninvited, soaking wet, shook off and made himself right at home

This fat and very wet little chihuahua walked into the front door at a bridal shower one Saturday at the old bank building in downtown Eldorado. It was pouring rain outside with lightning and claps of thunder. No one knew who he belonged to but he came and sat by my feet. When it was time to go, I took him to the car and read a phone number on his tags. I called the number and ask the lady if she was missing a chihuahua. She said she had one but didn’t know he was gone. She told me where she lived, (that little dog had walked a mile in the rain), I said I would bring him home. Then she said “oh, I am not at home, we are here in San Antonio for the weekend”, then told me I could just leave him in their back yard. When I got to his house, I found a black cocker spaniel on the back steps, soaking wet with  water pouring off the roof. I ran home and got some garbage bags and an old comforter to take and try to make a shelter for them, (I also wrapped my head in Saran Wrap and put two hoodies over that, then changed into my shorts and old shoes). When I got back to the dogs and walked in the gate, the big black one shot out past me and took off. For the next hour and fifteen minutes, I chased that dog all over that end of town. We went through car ports, back yards, down the Mertzon Highway, over porches, down to the practice field at the school, he always managed to stay about 40 feet ahead of me. Charley Nibblett stopped his pick up and started to get out to help but I said I could do it. It was still pouring rain, he told me I was going to get wet (no I was already soaked to the bone), he went on to town and after a while he came back and I was still chasing. He offered to go get his shot gun~not funny Charley! Finally the the dog stopped to smell of a bush by a porch and I slipped up behind him grabbed the hair on his back and held on until I could get my fingers under his collar. He was too heavy to carry so I held onto his collar and  lead him all the way to his house.

he didn’t understand ‘come here NOW!. do you want to go bye~bye, want a treat, let’s go in the car, lie down’, I tried all those magic words but nothing slowed him down~

The next morning after church, I went to see about them and took them some dog food, I took these two pictures, they look great today, a totally different story from yesterday. I am sure if anyone saw me  running through their yards yesterday they would have thought it was just some crazy old lady~    (they would be right) This is another re-run from a previous blog, since then I have become great friends with Minnie Love, the sweet young woman who owns these dogs. She rescues dogs and a cats and is a foster parent for them. She has a big heart~

Banana Milk Shake

 

this is thick and creamy tasting even though it is made with fat free milk. you can use low fat if you like but it tastes the same~

I like milk shakes, I mean I love banana milk shakes. This recipe is one we came up with years ago and it is my favorite.You can make if from “craving to drinking” in 5 minutes.

here is the blender, I have had a food processor but this tool is my favorite for everything~

You need to start yesterday though, the banana slices have to be frozen solid. I always keep sliced frozen bananas in my freezer ready for the drink or for banana nut ice cream. The great thing, besides being the best you ever tasted, is this 16 oz drink (enough for two people) has a total of around  200 calories while the small one at Dairy Queen or Sonic has over 500.

Slice bananas and spread on paper plates, cover in gallon size plastic bags and freeze. When time to use, break apart how ever many you need. Don’t let them thaw!

Start by slicing a bunch of ripe bananas, put them on paper plates and freeze them. (they need to be ripe, not over ripe and not even slightly green).

Banana Milk Shake
1 c skim or low fat milk
2 T sugar
1/8 tsp vanilla (scant)
 2 c frozen bananas (about 2 or 3 bananas) Don’t let them thaw, work fast~
Put milk, sugar and vanilla in blender and get it going, then break apart the frozen bananas into chunks and add to the milk.
 Blend on high speed until it is thick and creamy, less than a minute.  If you want it even ticker, add a few more slices of bananas.
This makes one huge milkshake, share it with someone~
I will have my famous banana nut ice cream recipe another time. It has almost the same ingredients, very low calorie and rich and creamy.   

The Art Lesson

Dan’s first painting was a small desert scene with blue sky, sand hill and yucca plant in the center, later he painted this larger one with more detail. Not bad at all~He was liking the art lessons and liking the girl~

This is one of several of Dan’s paintings while he was taking art lessons. He liked bight colors~

In the summer of 1953, I was home from UT, and working at Blake’s Electric. Not much happening. Mother kept books for my daddy’s business and gave art lessons twice a week. She said  ‘Dan’ came in the station one day and sat around for a while then asked her if she would teach him to paint. She was surprised, most of her students were women but she agreed to give him lessons in the evenings. After a few weeks, she couldn’t meet with him for a couple of sessions but told him that I might help him instead.  He was serious about learning to paint and he was doing a good job. That was the start of a whirlwind courtship.

We went to Garner State Park for the afternoon, it was a pretty place near Uvalde, I thought he was just pretty neat~

First real date was going to San Angelo to play miniature golf one afternoon, then to Garner State Park for a Sunday afternoon, every evening we painted or went to a movie. It was a fun summer. When it was getting time for me to go back to school he started trying to talk me out of leaving. I had pre-registered, my room at SRD was reserved and it was all set. I thought maybe he would come to Austin once in a while and we could see each other. One afternoon we went out to the farm on Rudd Road to shoot his new pistol. No shooting that day, instead he proposed to me. He went to meet with  Daddy and ask for ‘my hand’. Oh my goodness how very proper. Daddy told him all the reasons it would never work, too much age difference, (12 years), I was not going to be easy to live with, (a silly girl) and I wasn’t finished with college. (Daddy, will you please be quite!) But the stars were right and it happened and Daddy was wrong, ( a few times I had some doubts though)

we were married Sept. 20, 1953 in my Grandmother Christian’s home and went to New Orleans on our honeymoon. I love remembering all of this~

We were married for 57 years and had two wonderful little boys. Dan quit painting after a few years and just helped me haul my paintings to shows. He liked art just as much as I did. (he also liked music, food and cigars)

Delaware Mountains

here we are with more tire trouble, no matter that the tires were good, there was always something to ruin them. The ranch roads were terrible~

Today’s picture is another one from the ranch in Culberson County~in the Delaware Mountains in far West Texas. I was on this trip, it made me uneasy because the boys were already out there at the camp and Dan I were going to meet up with them. There ranch roads were no more than rough paths that Mr. Ronsaville scraped out with his bulldozer ever so often, and we had no real idea where we were on this 12 section ranch. Dan just sort of knew the general direction to the camp. On this day, we had a flat. Dan honked the horn to see if the boys were anywhere nearby and sure enough we could hear them honking back. They figured out which road we were on and found us after a while. Oh my! When they drove up I nearly had a fit, they had a three wheeler and the Kawasaki in the back of the pickup and I had no idea they had taken them out there, certainly not safe for ridding in the mountains.

not a mountain bike, it scares me to remember  seeing these things out there. One skid and you could end up in the bottom of a ravine~

 Matt fixed the flat, he was always the first to jump in there and help. There was a rule that no women were allowed out at the ranch, it was meant to keep wives and mothers from coming every year at hunting season and messing up the men’s fun. Dan told me for sure I could go, and I got to go several times after that. We never went during hunting season. It was just the four of us and of course I was the cook~ 

Bits & Pieces

 

pretty prickly pear~has nothing to do with the story, it is pretty though

Dan and I used to go to Johnson City often where he visited with Harold Wood who was in charge of the LBJ Park . One day we finished early and Dan asked Harold where was a good place to eat. He told us he liked a  cafe  that had pretty good old German food in Fredericksburg. We stopped there and ordered our lunch. Dan was eating his salad and found some shrimp shells in it. I said, “Don’t Eat It and Just Don’t Make a Scene!”  In a little while a kid was cleaning off the table next to us and held up a bowl of half eaten jello, he yelled to the back, ‘Hey Erna, Do We Save This?’ 

Mexican Boy Selling Peanuts

he had a big pile of peanuts, I notice he was wearing nice shoes. The kids in Mexico were nice and polite, friendly too. They seemed older than their years though~

On one of our trips to Mexico, we were in a market in Zacatecas and Dan was visiting with this young boy. Dan liked to speak Spanish, buy what they were selling, and then tip them well. He wanted to buy us some peanuts, he handed the boy a pack of pesos and waited for him to give us 4 bags. The boy got up, picked up his toe sack, put the money in his pocket and started to walk off. Dan said, “wait, I need my peanuts” and the boy pointed the big pile on the sidewalk and said, “escos son los cacahuete.” (those are your peanuts). One other time, he was going to buy oranges from a woman on the street. She had a neat  little pile stacked up on a towel. When he paid her, she tried to give him change. He said, “para usted”, so she pulled her towel out from under the stack,  thanked him. I always believed Dan would have moved to Mexico if I had said the word. What a wonderful country it was back then~

Texas Peach Orchard

In West Texas, a fruit tree does better on a hill than in the low spots. A  late frost in the spring, usually settles in the lower places and can kill many of the blooms ~

This is about a new peach orchard in Christoval, it is small, only 12 trees that they put in five years ago. (remember, 2011 was the year of one of Texas’ worst droughts, no rain at all, hard time to start this venture) There are two apples, two apricots and the rest are different varieties of peaches. Since it is on a rocky hill up there, dump truck loads of dirt had to be brought in, it is about two and a half feet in new dirt, and the whole orchard is 40×50 feet. The new dirt was fluffy with no rocks and digging the holes was easy. Everything had to be watered daily and every tree has survived except one apple tree is having a problem.  

this Loring peach was one of three that got ripe in June. It was the size of an orange, juicy,sweet and delicious~everyone got a taste

The first peach that year was from the Loring tree and got ripe in June. There were three peaches on that tree, simply delicious.
The Princess tree has lots of peaches which are going to ripen  in a couple more weeks. Anna thinned more than half of them out since the tree was young. It is a sweet white honey peach. Some of the trees were 3 year old bare root, some came in 5 gal buckets, and others were from seeds grown in buckets for 4 years. These seeds were from Granddad Jack’s original old Indian peach trees that he started in 1937, he was well known for his fine fruit trees. He would be happy to know the tradition is still going.  The Indian peach trees had quite a few peaches this year and they are wonderful.

the Princess is a sweet white honey peach, it is freestone. These trees can live for about 25 years, the apricots and apples live even longer.

This year is turning into a great year for the orchard, the first year the trees rest, the second they come alive and the third year they flourish. We call this Anna’s Orchard~They have had a bumper crop of apricots and the peach trees are loaded. The project this year is to improve the soil with compost. 

River Ministry

The River Ministry was going strong in Pugh Park on the South Concho River for three summers. Every Saturday afternoon the group met to spread the Word, minister to the visitors in the park, serve  free hot dogs, pulled pork sandwiches and ice cold water. Live music, preaching, praying and fellowship. This was a  smaller version of the Baptist encampment that was held annually when as many as 10,000 people came to the river area  and to the mineral waters in nearby Christoval. In 1936 a flood hit the South Concho and destroyed the facility and parts of Christoval. Several people were killed as they were swept away by the rising water. The cabins were never rebuilt but the idea has stayed alive since that time. Several people got together in 2009 and decided to try to get something positive going at the park, times have changed, sometimes it could be a pretty rough crowd. I have several pictures of those who came and helped. Praise be to God~

serving free hot dogs and wonderful home smoked pulled pork

The park has been closed for the past year while banks on the river are being rebuilt to save them from erosion. Fences have been put up to keep people out while the work is being done. There were a lot of people who came to Pugh Park to party and probably would never have gone to a regular church, but they could hear the Word in the background as they floated on their tubes and did their thing. At some point they may remember and be filled with the Holy Spirit and want to turn their lives around. Prayers and Blessings, this was  worthwhile ministry.