More Old Southern Recipes

Time for some more recipes.  More in keeping with the weather.  In weather reports, it sounds like the midwest and northeast need these.  It's been pretty mild here so far and I am glad!

Teeny Thanksgiving Apples

I saw the cutest things ever at the store.  Teeny organic Crimson Gold apples.  Grown in a micro-climate in the Cuyama Valley near Santa Barbara, CA, they are the perfect size for tiny caramel apples for Thanksgiving.  The grandkids will love them.  

This is the first year of not cooking Thanksgiving and I am thrilled.  Middle daughter is doing it at her house.  All I have to bring is homemade cranberry sauce and baked macaroni and cheese.  And, these little jewels.  Being that the plate is a butter pat, the largest apple in the bunch is the size of a small hen's eggs and the smallest maybe a nickel. 

Love to all my friends out there and have a happy Thanksgiving!

It's Only Money

STILL HAVING COMMENT PROBLEMS!  Read more bloggers having trouble too.  It is frustrating because we can't interact with our friends.  

Now, I sold these on eBay after one day.  A famous natural history museum bought them.  I didn't charge enough.

These are Osage feather wedding plumes from the turn of the 20th century.  They were worn by  women in 3's or 6's in a black top hat.  They also wore a long black woolen coat with tails.  Sorry, but  I wouldn't like the look for my wedding day.  I've just shipped them off and am a little sorry I didn't have them appraised first.  It's only money, huh?

Snowy Morn

We only had a freeze a couple of nights ago.  Leaves and flowers are still on the trees and plants.  The early snow is unusual though not unheard of.  A little creature has been out ahead of me.  It climbed up (or down) the roof.  I need to go get feed for the water fowl, but at least all the bird feeders are full.  I have lots of nuts ready for the squirrels.  So, I guess I am ready for the snow.  The ground is still warm enough to melt it on the roadways, thank goodness.  In this part of the country, we can't drive on the snow as evidenced by all the wrecks.

Comments, Vote and Casserole Recipes

Let us clobber the backward leaning folk today. I have personally been told that I don't love America and therefore should leave it - move away.  Well, I've got a message for you.  Move to Syria or Afghanistan; we don't want you here either.  How'd you like that? Doesn't sit well, does it?

I still, after months, cannot comment on mine, or any others' blogs except for those whom accept anonymous comments.  One would think Google would have fixed this by now.  And something else, I have three people from my own state of Oklahoma, that have made fortunes by blogging.  The Pioneer Woman, The Antiques Diva and Orangette.  We all know others who have also grown successful businesses.  I hope blogging doesn't go the way of the cassette player.  I would so miss it.  Come on Google. Fix the bugs.

Well, skipped a few of the salads and went to casseroles.  I finally had to break down and turn the heat on.  Hard freeze coming.  The leaves are still glorious though.  I stick them in every book I have.  Each one is prettier than the last.  To those of you that haven't heard from me, I am still reading and enjoying your posts.

Well, kind of casseroles.  I might have to skip some of the vegetables too.