As you remember, I missed my home cooked meal that Carol had prepared because of the storm. She must have felt sorry for me and invited me over for left overs on Thursday evening. Either that or she needed to clean out the fridge. Believe me the dinner was worth waiting for. Carol is an excellent cook and can make a wonderful meal out of a few ingredients. We had a succulent ham baked and glazed with squash conserve, made from scratch macaroni and cheese, and garden grown succotash. Is your mouth watering yet? If you don’t know what squash conserve is, it is made with thin slices of summer squash, ginger, pineapple, and sugar. When it’s cooked together it makes a sweet and tangy glaze that is delicious on ham, pork chops and chicken. Very tasty.
After dinner we went down to Salem’s old train depot for some local music. The depot was converted into a pavilion with bench seats and on the first Thursday of the month they have a concert. The house band is called Pickin’ and Grinin’ and they play a lot of the old country tunes. Often times there are other bands that play country or blue grass music. It makes for an enjoyable evening after a hard day of work on Pot Hole Farm. Especially when we topped the evening off with a stop at the Dairy Queen for a cool and creamy ice cream cone.
Saturday was a bit of a run around day for Sonny and I. Salem was having their annual town yard sale. Well of course we had to check that out. It’s a chance for people to clean out things they no longer need but others can use. Then it was off to the Tractor Supply for some chicken feed and then finally home. We unloaded the Jeep and left the door open as we took things into the house. We got a little side tracked and left the chicken feed bag in the Jeep. When Sonny came back out to get it, what did he see? Our miscreant pit pup chewing into the bag with yellow chicken feed sprinkled all over his snout and a guilty as sin look on his face. I can’t imagine that the chicken food smelled so enticing that he had to have some.
Who knows, maybe he thought a chicken would pop out if he got far enough into the bag. Kind of like a box of Cracker Jacks. Ahhh, it’s just part of the circus here at Pot Hole Farm.
He’s a sneaky one isn’t he?
Hey, he got in the back of the Jeep on Saturday and next thing I knew he was tearing a hole in the bag of Chicken Feed we just picked up. I guilted the poor thing to death. He was busted.
that dog is worse than a child….ya gota watch him constantly.
PS. the food sound yummy. And Dairy Queen is still a big treat these days too.
So Linda, you did get your Mac and Cheese. Good for you. Nothing like a great meal, friends, good music (which I hope was blue grass or cloud stomper). That is one thing that I miss about my days growing up in TN.