1 pound carrots, peeled and cut into chunks (or use short cuts)
1/2 cup butter, diced
1 cup sugar
3 Tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla
pinch of salt
Boil carrots until very tender. Drain. Cool.
Place all ingredients into a food processor and mix well, scraping sides to incorporate everything nicely.
Pour into a greased 8 by 8 casserole or baking pan.
Bake at 350 degrees for 45-60 minutes (lightly browned on edges).
Very rich...cut small pieces. Can serve hot, warm, or cold.
Easy to double recipe...just double ingredients, process in two batches, and put into a 9 by 13 casserole or pan. Cook for the same amount of time. (This is a great dish to take to a potluck as it can sit and is wonderful at room temperature. It is very rich, so it can be cut into more than the usual amount of servings and will go a long way to serve many. I take it for all the funeral luncheons at church for the same reasons.)
My friend Elizabeth has died. It hasn't been quite the same here without her. She was an amazing person. I always felt so honored to know her and that she counted me among her friends. She will be missed by everyone who knew her, absolutely everyone.
Surveying the larder before hitting the market...thinking a grilled fish to go with these and the lettuce I have in the frig already. (Paper thin slices of potato and onion for a gratin.) Got any better ideas?
It's been hot, hot, hot here today! However, signs of fall are gathering much too early this year...this cornfield, a mile from my house, was picked this past weekend already. The trees are starting to turn (usually an October calendar event around here, not September), and the geese are flying in great numbers. I love autumn. I just don't love what comes after it so much.
Alex and Mark have the flu, Matt and I are crossing our fingers that they won't share it around, so we are actively avoiding the two of them, other than necessary care-taking, that is. Actually, it's been a pretty easy job as all they seem to want to do is sleep...eating not being a major priority at all.
Matt had measurements yesterday for his IYC tux and he is now six foot three inches tall, growing a half an inch in this past month...I cannot keep the hems on his pants at the proper length. Isn't it strange how they grow so quickly right under our noses and we don't really realize it on a daily basis? He has only an inch to go to be as tall as Mark. Hard to believe.
Think this Longhorn is from Texas? Nope...he and his buddies reside right here in Hamilton County at the Musselman farm. We still have a little bit of country left here in Hamilton County, but it is quickly disappearing. I will miss it when it all finally goes...I am already having a difficult time with the fields and critters who have been disappearing one by one these past 30 years. I can see why the pioneers kept migrating west. Since people here at the house are ill and doing nothing fun or exciting, I figured a little drive in the country would be good for my soul late yesterday afternoon.
Well, Matt just finished his last bit of homework, closed the book, and retired to the Men's Den...sole possession of the remote control tonight, so he is a happy camper. I am off to MNO...running a little late, but wanted to be sure Matt did not need any help before I left. Have a great week! Oh, and don't forget to look at the moon as it is absolutely gorgeous tonight! Be still my heart...there's something magical about that moon, isn't there? I'm off...catch you later!
Catch up time...who knew you were all reading this so intently...so here are the answers to the emails regarding past blog entries.
Matt trying to get the clasp of the bracelet fastened around Lauren's wrist...what is it with guys and clasps...generations of men have not been able to figure this out...so cute...he was blushing! (Click on photos to enlarge.)
The bracelet wrist corsage for Homecoming...light purple calla lilies to go with Guerin's school colors...very pretty! Matt wanted something "different and elegant" that would look like no one else's...I think he's on the right track. After the dance, the flowers come off and the bracelet is for her to keep and wear as a remembrance of her "first date."
Playing the part of a young gentleman, Matthew went first to Lauren's dad to ask him if it would be okay to ask Lauren to the homecoming dance. After getting permission, he then asked Lauren and she said, "Yes." Hip hip hooray as the old ego would not have fared well if the answer had been, "No thanks." Lauren is a friend of Matt's from the swim team, was also homeschooled until recently, and I have to say, a more beautiful girl, I cannot imagine. She can also swim circles around most everyone in sight. Beauty and talent...what else...well, she is incredibly nice and has a lovely personality. So, we have the date, we have the new clothes, we have the flower wrist corsage, we have wheels to the dance (parents driving to and fro), and hopefully all we need now is to have a very good time!
This crazy grape tomato plant growing on our deck...look at all those yellow flowers that hope to be tomatoes yet this year...it just keeps producing and producing! It would need a greenhouse at this stage, I fear. Or a trip to San Diego for the winter.
Our beautiful ash tree at the back of the yard...so far so good, but all the ash trees around are becoming infected. We are hoping that since it is a lone tree that somehow the little bugs won't find it and we will be able to keep it. It's grown so big in just six years. It would really be sad to part with a six-year old...I have become quite attached to it.
Each day when Aimee and I pick up Colin and Matt at Guerin, this is what we see to the side of the long driveway back down from the school. We both park so we can gaze out at the farmland like this. I absolutely love it. I can't wait to see it through the seasons. She and I come early to retrieve the boys so that we get to play a little while we wait for them each day and I look forward to it as Aimee is a whole lotta fun. We gaze at this view and laugh and giggle and share stories about what the boys say happened at Guerin the previous day, about our own high school years, about life in general, etc. We call it playing the field in honor of the fields that surround Guerin at this point...no doubt sometime in the near future, it will be a housing development, but for now...it sits in an honest-to-goodness farm field! It reminds me of Starmont, my own high school, which was, and still is, situated amidst the corn, bean, and hay fields between the three towns of Strawberry Point, Arlington, and Lamont (ST AR MONT) in northeast Iowa. It is also about the same size, so Guerin always feels very comfortable, familiar, and sweet to me. I look forward to it each day and am trying to appreciate all these simple things as much as possible, for next year Matt and Colin will be driving on their own to school and Aimee and I will lose our daily playtime and the great view that goes with it...changes, I have found, happen way too quickly these days...it's best just not to let the simple things fly by without proper notice. This is one of those things.