Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Week 8 Recap

First of all...I know, I haven't posted in FOREVER. Mostly that's because it's been busy and crazy around here, per the usual, and it's also been because whenever I've opened up Blogger over the past couple of weeks it has either crashed or not cooperated at all. (Like today, where I can't get my photos to format in the proper order. -.-)

With that said, it's now the end of week 12 here and I'm only now getting to week 8 on Blogger. Time to go check Facebook for details... ^^;

Jingling away!


Oh yes, this was the day that EB rode Rascal for the first time as a jingling horse. Let's just say we've come to the same conclusion that he's AWFUL as a jingler, but great on the trail.



This kid is so cute. He reminds me of my oldest nephew a little bit.


Oh yes! This was the week that I got my Kindle Fire! I use it every day now. :3


The farriers came and did most of the horses in two days--if I wasn't in housekeeping I was lurking around wanting to watch them work. Talk about a flashback of sorts...


Oh yes, one night we had a little visitor. (Hint: it wasn't a coon or chipmunk.)


Newsflash: he liked cheese, eggnog, and pie. I was the first one down in the basement that morning, so I had the dubious honor of cleaning up after him.


That's one bite, folks. One. Bite. And then he didn't even finish the rest! What a slob.


EB, looking epic... XD


This was a day or two after Brooke arrived!

Okay, so explanation time: Brooke is 15, has been coming to the ranch since she was 5, and this year came and helped out for a month in housekeeping/general staff assistance stuff. She's a swimmer, on the fast track towards the Olympics (the only reason she didn't qualify for the last round is because she missed it by 1/2 a second), her parents are a former football player and a champion swimmer, respectively, and is just an awesome, well-grounded, mature kid. I loved having her here. :3


Oh...more explanation time. While cleaning the pool bathrooms we housekeeping gals found a bunch of trash strewn around the pool trash can from the pool party the previous day. (Our 'little visitor' really likes trash.) In the bottom of the trash can we found what looked like a dead chipmunk. We all went 'aww, how sad' and continued on our way. While taking the trash out of the barrel, a water bottle fell out and onto the chipmunk and it started breathing. O.o So we spent the next 45 minutes trying to resuscitate Charlotte (as one of the other girls named it) before letting Amber put it out of its misery. Sigh.
 

Cowboys, looking awesome...



EB and Brooke! Oh yes, EB is basically Brooke's big sister. They only get to see each other at the ranch, but now Brooke is less than 2 hours away and we get to see her more. We have plans to take the Pickle and paint it up and pick her up from school on our days off during conference season. XD



Katie, Claire, and Molly...Katie and Claire are gone now, and this makes me sad. :C I don't like it when people leave...


Oh yes, and everyone had to get a picture with Luke, of course.


Brooke and one of the guests!


There's a weasel living under Meeker. I haven't seen it in a while, but it's awfully cute.

Oh! This was on the way to the Cheyenne rodeo--I'd never been to Wyoming, so it was awesome to get that checked off my list. :P


The entrance...


The arena to this place was HUGE. The announcer said something about it being the biggest arena in some category...I don't remember exactly. But it was pretty dang big.



Team roping...


Bronc riding...



They opened the gate for this horse and had to close it to let someone else go first because he would NOT leave the chute. 



After the second try, though, he got the idea.




Oh yes, there was almost a train wreck--this team was in front of the grandstands when the near one started popping up a little.


Eventually he got his feet over the tongue of the wagon, and then I really thought he was going to have a train wreck. 


Fortunately they got him calmed down, and once he was untangled and moving they looked great.


D-Cros! Man, this is making me realize how many people have left so far. And it makes me sad. :C


Davido-san!


I love how much air this guy got.



The foal race! So the foals were kept at one part of the track...


..while their dams were kept at the other end about 250-300 feet away.


This little guy BOOKED it.


...and he was very happy to be reunited with his mama. XD


This one just got confused and tried to jump onto the platform.


Oh! The mechanical bull! Yes, I did ride it. Talk about a blast.


EB and Brooke say that I made it for over a minute. I lost track of time, but it felt like forever and an instant at the same time.



The HoHot! (pronounced hoo hut) This place was AMAZING. And their menu cracked me up, hence the picture of it. Shoulda gotten one of the food too, but oh well. Next time, perhaps.

On to week 9! We're having ranch church at 11 tomorrow, so I'm hoping to get some things updated in the morning.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Apple Cheese Bacon Pie

And its shadow ilk.

(Pie isn't really menacing enough to have shadow ilk...I just like the phrase. I blame Roommates. But back to pie.)

I noticed that I failed to blog about the pie like I promised, so here's a very late attempt at recompense three weeks after said pie was made. Oh well. 

I heard about this pie while wandering around on the internet a couple of months ago, and the idea of apples, bacon, and cheese all being melded together in one glorious dish was mind-boggling. I know they put cheese on apple pie in Wisconsin and stuff...but cheese IN pie sounds better. And it looked more appealing than a glob of funky cheese sauce.

The recipe called for the apples to be freshly sliced and cooked in a kind of light sauce made from chicken bullion. I used too much bullion, and it turned out rather on the salty side, but oh well.


It looks kinda gross now. But baking reveals a melding of deliciousness and layers that none would imagine coming from that mess.


And a top makes everything better.


I got excited and was taking pictures through the glass door...and looking at this picture I see weird faces in the reflections and I think I've lost it. O.o


I have never been able to cut a pretty piece of pie in my life. Mangling them is my MO, so there ya go.

(MO also stands for 'multifaceted obsessionist', if you were wondering. And it's the first two letters of my name. And...I'll stop now.)

As I mentioned earlier, it was pretty delicious, if a bit on the salty side. And peeling the apples would have been nice. *was too lazy to peel them and would have felt guilty about doing so anyway and being wasteful*

I'll try to make it again sometime. Next time it will be even better!