Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Winter Storage

In the good ole' olden days, the majority of people had things called root cellars where they stored their root veggies (potatoes, squash, yams, onions, etc) to eat all winter. People also actually canned food and used that to eat in the winter. People in the North didn't go to the store and buy tomatoes, corn, peppers, or bananas during the cold season. They just ate what you could store.

Totally NOT my root cellar, just a pic of an awesome one!

To me, the idea of eating what you can store/grow yourself is obviously appealing. I am so glad I have a butt load of canned pickles, beans, tomatoes, salsa, peppers, beets, and jam. I love that in our garage (where there is no heater) my onions, potatoes, beans, squash, and garlic are just waiting for me to make dinners out of them.

Totally my storage veggies (grown by and photo taken by TBoy)

However, I could do a better job of integrating some of my stored foods into our daily meals. I am pretty good about it though as we have squash for supper (I like calling dinner that, makes me sound all farmy and shit) a lot, which is totally awesome. And we eat potatoes like a freakin' Irish peasant. My canned goods could use more integration though. T uses pickles and peppers daily in his sandwiches and I try to eat the beans and beets daily but really I should be eating them more. Lord knows we have a good amount to sustain ourselves so I should look more into some pickled beet recipes...if they exist.

I do have some amazing squash recipes though! I know I have posted them on here before but you know what, now you get with it and eat it. It is f-ing delicious.

Storage Squash Lasagna (now the squash doesn't have to be storage squash but I like the idea)
Serves 8 - 10
adapted from Giada's recipe
1T olive oil
1 (1 1/2 to 2-pound) butternut (delicata is also delicious!) squash, peeled, seeded, and cut into 1-inch cubes
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/2c water
1/4c butter
1/4c all-purpose flour
3c whole milk
1/2c veggie broth
Pinch nutmeg
3/4c basil leaves roughly chopped
12 no-boil lasagna noodles
2 1/2c grated mozzarella cheese
1/3c grated Parmesan

 To prepare sauce:
1. Heat the oil in a heavy large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the squash and toss to coat. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. 
2. Pour the water into the skillet and then cover and simmer over medium heat until the squash is tender, stirring occasionally, about 20 minutes. 
3. Cool squash slightly and then transfer the squash to a food processor. Blend until smooth. Season the squash puree, to taste, with more salt and pepper.
4. Melt the butter in a heavy medium-size saucepan over medium heat. 
5. Add the flour and whisk for 1 minute. 
6. Gradually whisk in the milk. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. 
7. Reduce the heat to medium and simmer until the sauce thickens slightly, whisking often, about 5 minutes. 
8. Whisk in the nutmeg. Cool slightly. 
9. Transfer half of the sauce to a blender (or food processor).
10. Add the basil and blend until smooth. 
11. Return the basil sauce to the sauce in the pan and stir to blend. Season the sauce with salt and pepper, to taste.

Putting it all together:
12. Position the rack in the center of the oven and preheat to 375 degrees F.
13. Lightly butter a 13 by 9 by 2-inch glass baking dish
14. Spread 3/4 cup of the sauce over the prepared baking dish. 
15. Arrange 3 lasagna noodles on the bottom of the pan. 
16. Spread 1/3 of the squash puree over the noodles.
17. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup of mozzarella cheese. 
18. Drizzle 1/2 cup of sauce over the noodles. 
19. Repeat layering 3 more times.
20. Tightly cover the baking dish with foil and bake the lasagna for 40 minutes. 
21. Take off foil and sprinkle the remaining mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses over the lasagna. 
22. Continue baking uncovered until the sauce bubbles and the top is golden, 15 minutes longer. Let the lasagna stand for 15 minutes before serving.


Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Come On 2011

2010 was a good year. It was full of happiness, weddings, engagements, healthy gardens, vacations, and a new baby. On the other hand, 2010 also had its share of sickness, frustration, drowned flowers, and other general fuck-i-ness. In fact, it is f-ed right now.

Yes, 2010 is ending on the bad side.

No, I didn't get that job.

No, I didn't get/want a Christmas tree.

No, I didn't get my cowboy boots.

Yes, I just got back from Vegas (which was fun) but

Yes, it rained 90% of the time and

Yes, I almost cried when I walked all the way down the Strip with wet shoes and socks squishing water with each step.

It was jesus telling me I was a sinner.

Yes, I know people have lives way shitter than me but

Yes, I donated money/time to many organizations so I could feel sorry for myself when the time comes.

Anywho, I am tired from getting home at 2am and getting up at 7am which may be why I am whining.

But....I am VERY excited for more holiday vacations and visiting friends on December 31, 2010 to say "Fuck Off 2010, you started swell and got better but then you decided to shove your foot up my ass. See ya!"

New Year's Resolution: floss and smile.

Family in Vegas

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


I have a job interview tomorrow. It is in with the same organization I am currently in, just a different position.

People keep asking me if I am nervous. Am I supposed to be nervous? Because, I don't feel nervous. I am more like excited, confident, and (hopefully) prepared. I'm not overly confident or anything, just the perfect amount to sell myself.

Who knows, maybe tomorrow while I am waiting I will start sweating, get pit stains, and be super nervous but I certainly hope that doesn't happen. Which is why I am trying not to think about it. But...everyone is asking me if I am nervous.

It isn't that being asked that question is annoying, I just wish people wouldn't ask because I don't want to be nervous.

Instead, I have chosen to answer that no, I am not nervous. I am:

......A risk taker who knows my boundaries

And, who wouldn't hire someone with those traits? It doesn't matter that I might piss my pants tomorrow when they ask about my weaknesses. At least, I am confident now.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Poop on Santa

I am so sorry but I am having a really tough time focusing on the holidays this year.

Usually I am so looking forward to decorating the house and giving gifts but this year I have too much other stuff going on to really care (and it might happen to do with the fact I have a raging headache but hell, I live in the moment). I don't have or need a tree and I told T I will be purchasing my own gift. Such a romantic, I totally know.

Although I might be the Grinch, I gotta say, I can't wait to see family (my baby sister included) and eat, drink, and be merry until the fucking cows come home.

So....this post is to warn you all of something. Something that may ruin your Christmas season and for that I am sorry (if I cared enough to be sorry).

The M/H Household holiday letter/card that makes your season a little brighter will not be coming to your house this year (and if you never got it, it is a gem). I don't have the energy to write it and I have addressed too many damn invitations and thank yous this year. I can't make myself look up your address one more time. I can't decide on which stamp to buy at the post office (although it is the arabic stamp year). I can't make myself force T to help me any longer.

I am so sorry you won't see my babies and hear them tell you about their year. They are all tired too. Every time I try to ask Stanley want he wants me to write he begins to say, "Please tell everyone about my new pink coll..." Then he continues with, "Hiss, spat, hiss, fuck you Simon!" I turn to Buk and ask what he wants me to say, "Mah, can I go sit on the couch? Sam gone and sit on my bed. (paw on my lap) I sweet."  When I try to ask Sam, he just walks away. Don't even get me going on Simon, he talks at about 100 words a second and the only words I can make out are "ball" "outside" and "piss smell good". He has been diagnosed with many learning disabilities and several behavioral issues.

So please just read through this blog for all the highlights of 2010. There were many but I would like to end the year sitting on my couch (attempting to finish homemade gifts) and watching Mad Men. Please don't make me feel obligated to tell you again how I am going to be a farmer and how much I enjoy being married now, blah, blah, blah.

I know you will understand dear friend.

To leave you reminiscing about my past letters and hopefully forgetting that I ain't spreading holiday cheer, here are the pictures from the past M/H holidays together:

Monday, December 6, 2010

College Credit Closer to Farming Major

T and I just had our last Farm Class.

I have mentioned before that we had a class we were taking to learn about farming. It was a WSU class, so I guess I am a Coug now. Must run in the family. (but no, I didn't give a rats ass about the apple cup.) Anywho, after about 10 weeks or something crazy long (but didn't seem crazy long) we have more knowledge about farming and how that plays into our farm and what we want to do with our lives in the future.


Farming can be a job but is definitely something that consumes you whether you make it full time or not. So we contemplated how we see our lives and our land in the future.

When I began taking the class I decided I would never quit my job and become a farmess (female of farmer) because a) T makes me weed b) I don't know very much and would need lists c) T and I would be working together 24-7, good? bad? I don't know but we are newlyweds d) I like canning and canning doesn't make you money. But...after some awesome classes, guest speakers, and farm tours, I decided that maybe someday I will make farming a full time thing or at least own a restaurant. We are talking 5 - 10 years though.

Last week T and I had to prepare a presentation (he wouldn't let me make a video. ie middle school george washington report...god, I wish I had a video to post here). We made a pretty nice power point and told our class that we are planning to go to Ferndale Farmer's Market next year and then proceed to increase our own business in the future.

So there you go, we are going to Farmer's Market!

I still do see T being more of a farmer than me but at least now I am excited for my part in all that. He will need me.

Although, I haven't gotten my boots yet and I refuse to do any weeding, sowing, trimming, mowing, pruning, planting, and so on and so forth until I get dem boots. And they must be pretty.