If you like crepes, you’ll love this old family recipe for German Pancakes.   I first learned to make these as a young bride, taught by my mother-in-law, whose ancestry traces back several generations to a royal baker for the ruling house of Bavaria — back when there was a ruling house of Bavaria.  Whether this recipe’s roots
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The peak of summer is the worst time for transplanting perennials.  If you’re even thinking about moving those flowers, herbs, or shrubs this month, take
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Rich, beefy smothered steak is comfort food, with a long simmering time.   It’s Friday food here at the farm, as long as there’s round steak in the freezer, although we’ll make an exception and serve to guests on other days if the guests are special enough. Warning!  This is not a low calorie, diet friendly dish. Usually
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Summer blackberries are still ripening, and somebody here at the farm believes blackberry cobbler has been neglected in favor of my peach obsession. We’ll have to rectify that terrible situation. I use the same cobbler recipe as for Grandma’s Peach Cobbler, except blackberry cobbler needs a little more sugar. Aside from that, the recipe and
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Fresh peaches from a nearby orchard . . . . . . and sweet ripe blackberries, picked from a neighbor’s garden patch are this summer’s consolation prizes.   We’ve very little to harvest in our own gardens now.   The few plants left in the greenhouse are providing enough tomatoes and Melrose peppers for snacks.  Tiny cucumbers have appeared
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For close to 20 years, my grandmother’s fruit cobbler recipe has rested on my kitchen shelf between the pages of an old cookbook that also belonged to Grandma.   It’s the simplest of recipes, easy to remember, easy to make, and easy to adapt to whatever fruit is available. Grandma’s handwritten Peach Cobbler recipe calls for a can
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The lack of updates here at The Land of Moo might lead one to believe I’ve been wallowing in grief over the demise of my beloved old Blue.  Not so.  He is missed, of course, but we’re pragmatic here on the farm about such things.  Life’s circle continues.  There are hatchlings to be nurtured, pregnancies
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Blue, our old Aussie, joined us as an 8-week-old pup in September of 1997.   Born on a Kansas cattle farm, he was a cute, blue merle out of full-blooded working Australian Shepherd parents.   He had vivid blue eyes, which unfortunately faded to a pale, spooky blue-gray.  For nearly 13 years, he was a close companion and a reliable
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We arrived home yesterday after an errand and found this lone duckling wandering in the yard. All alone.  Abandoned.  Unloved.  None of our dozens of adult ducks claimed it, even though it’s brimming with wobbly cuteness. Jessica named it Blinky.   Because it blinks.  A lot. Blinky can’t be more than a day or two old,
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Years ago, whoever farmed this land built a wall of sorts to protect the bank of this small, spring-fed creek and an old, stone lined farm well that once stood nearby.   In time, the stones tumbled and many washed away or were taken for use elsewhere. The section that still stands does its job well,
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