Pickin' up Sticks

Like I've mentioned a time or two, we've had a long, cold, wet winter, and I've spent most of my time inside.  Mother Nature, however, has been busy, and my yard was littered with branches from all the windy days.  After going for a nice walk yesterday, and doing my Zumba class today, I felt energized...no that's not quite true for I have muscles which have lain dormant lo these many months and are now feeling the strain of yesterday's uphill climb.  Anyway, if not energized, I was at least motivated by the warm weather to get out and finally do something about the mess that is my front yard.

I have big trash barrels I use to collect my sticks.  I tote these around the yard and then dump them in my yard waste cart the city collects every week.  I donned my sunglasses and work gloves and trotted on out to get started.  I grabbed a barrel, and as I pulled it back I saw possibly the biggest bunny ever spotted in our yard, a very dead bunny at that.  This is what we would call a mega bunny.  Yes, we have size descriptors for the rabbits around here.  The big ones are mega bunnies, the normal size adults are just bunnies, the half-grown offspring are mini bunnies and the babies are micro bunnies.  It's not often that I put our weirdness out for public display, but there you have it.

Back to my situation at hand.  I grabbed a shovel and scooped up the deceased and after having him (or her) fall off I scooped him up again (we'll just assume it's a him) and toted him, carefully perched on the shovel, around the house, down the driveway and deposited him in the woods on a bed of ivy to return to nature.  I hate to find dead critters in the yard.  There was this turkey vulture...but that's another story.

After caring for the dearly departed, I got on with trudging around the yard with my barrel, picking up stick after stick, feeling every step.  I piled all the big branches at the street, and put out my cart.  It was a beautiful day and great to be outdoors even with the pain in my shins.

This is a winter's worth of branches, and just from the front yard.

This Camillia is on the south side of the house right by my kitchen window.  It is huge and in desparate need of pruning. It usually blooms in mid to late February, but had a couple of blooms around Christmas.

Like Spice - Dirty Rice!

Looking for something spicy?  This makes a great entree, just add a veggie and bread.  I guess you can use serve it as a side dish as well, just remember it already has sausage in it.  I got this recipe from Christy Jordan from Southern Plate.  Many of her recipes have been in her family for generations.

I made this very nearly like it was written.  I didn't have celery, and didn't worry about it.  It was just fine without it.  This was tasty and an easy recipe to put together.
 
Dirty Rice

4-5 Cups cooked rice

1 pound uncooked sausage (or ground beef)

*1 -3 Tablespoons Creole Seasoning (I use Tony Chachere’s)

1 stalk celery, chopped

1 small onion, chopped

1/2 Bell Pepper, chopped

2 Tablespoons chopped or minced garlic

4 Tablespoons fresh chopped parsley (or 2 Tablespoons dried)

In large skillet over medium heat, place celery, bell pepper, garlic, onion, parsley, and sausage. Break up sausage and cook all, stirring regularly, until sausage is fully cooked and vegetables are tender. Add Creole seasoning, stir. Stir in rice and continue cooking over medium heat until rice is heated through, stirring well the whole time.

*For the Creole seasoning: Start on the low end and add more after the rice has been stirred in if you like more seasoning. This adds the spiciness so you want to do it to your personal taste. 

I omitted the celery, used Jimmy Dean hot sausage, and my own Creole seasoning made from Emeril's recipe.  I made a half-batch using 1/2 lb. sausage and 3 cups rice.  I used 1 1/2 TB of Creole seasoning, which may have been aggressive considering it is the equivalent of Christy's max.  There was additional heat from the sausage that I didn't take into consideration.  We do like spicy stuff, but this was on the hot side for us.

I served this with roasted asparagus, garlic bread and a wonderful Brancott Pinot Grigio from New Zealand ($6.97 at Costco).  This wine had the right balance of fruit and acidity.  The fruitiness paired well with the spiciness of the dish.

The link above will take you directly to this recipe, plus the accompanying story.  She has great stories.

First Walk of Spring

Well, technically it's not spring yet.  Not for another 12 days, but it's sunny and warmer than it has been in quite a while.  We actually hit 65 degrees today, folks.  Not a record by any stretch of the imagination.  By this time of year we've usually had a day or two that pushes the 80-degree mark.  Sometimes it pushes right past like birds returning from their winter retreat.

Today wasn't like that, but pleasant just the same.  The birds were singing, lots of birds, all different kinds, everywhere.  It was like a feathered chorus celebrating the birth of a new season.  I noticed as I walked the smell of Spring was in the air.  Funny, though there are no visible signs.  There are no daffodils or tree blossoms, no forsythia which is usually at least peeking out, if not in full bloom.  The maples aren't even showing any color.  I'd say we are definitely behind in getting our Spring on.  Or maybe it just seems so since we've had such a long and consistently cold winter.  I can't remember one like this in at least a decade.

The first crocus!                         

As I walked, I was alone with my thoughts.  I was thinking how nice it was to get out again, that maybe I can walk away a few pounds, and at the same time planning my dinner and taking mental notes for his post.  

I could see that some things have changed, and folks are finally getting out in their yards again.  Someone had cut down a bunch of bamboo, and it was piled out by the street to be hauled away.  Bamboo is an interesting tree (actually from the grass family).  It grows and spreads wickedly fast to form dense forests you can't begin to see through.  When the wind blows through the bamboo it is like an eerily strange instrument playing in the distance.

The next casualty was the passing of a grand old weeping willow.  It's now no more than a stump and branches cast aside awaiting pickup by the branch guy, much like the bamboo.  Sad.  That tree held court on the corner for many years, greeting all passers by with a gentle wave of her drooping limbs.

Still, Spring is in the air, and we are all ready to welcome her with open arms.

Quote of the Week

I remember, I remember

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink to soon

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night 

Had borne my breath away.

- Thomas Hood

Our quote this week is the first verse of one of my Mother's favorite poems.  I copied this from "The Golden Treasury of Poetry" that was given to me by Ashley's Grandmother for Christmas, December 25, 1967.

Good News!

I just have to shout this from the roof top.  When we took Rosie in for another blood sugar check, it was an amazing 115.  This is absolutely normal.  Our vet was surprised, amazed, for lack of a better word.  He's cured.  Now really there's no cure for diabetes, but it does reverse itself sometimes in cats.  In his case, I think he was diabetic for a period of time, and we caught onto it at the tail end of its cycle. We (and he)  just got lucky.  I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  Now we can try and get him back onto regular cat food.  No small feat since canned cat food is addictive for him.  Off to get more kibble that he'll actually eat. 

"Mrrroowwoo!  Want more mushy stuff, mama."

Wish us luck!