Posted in Homesteading, Musing & Stories

Recipe- Beefy Hash Brown Bake

Beefy hashbrown plate 1Beef up your mealtime potatoes! The whole family will want generous portions.  Budget: under $9.00 total/Feeds 4-6 people. Total Time: 30-45 min.

  • Pre-heat oven: 400F.  2- 8 or 9 in. square or round baking dishes. Buttered or sprayed.
  • 1 pkg. Frozen Shredded hash browns–
    • Thaw. Squeeze excess water out. Divide in half.
    • Press evenly into bottom of both baking dishes. Set aside.
  • 1 lb. Ground beef– cooked, crumbled, drained.
  • Return to the skillet.
  • Add: 1 med. Onion- chopped
  • 2 sm. Cans Mushrooms, drained.
  • 1 pkg. powdered Beefy soup mix [or Lipton onion soup mix]
  • PLUS: 2.5 to 3 c. Water.
  • 1/2 tsp. each garlic and onion powder. S&P to taste.
  • Bring to a boil. Stir frequently. Then reduce heat to simmer for 6-8 min.
  • Make the SAUCE: In a small bowl combine until smooth:
    • 2 T. each flour & milk.
    • Then add: 1 T. of the hamburger soup broth. Mix well. Set aside.
  • When hamburger broth has reduced by 1/4, remove from heat.
  • Pour 1/3 of the flour mixture into soup.
  • Yet more stirring! Pour more… Repeat until there’s no lumps.
  • Re-heat to a low boil once more. Stir 2-3 min longer.
  • POUR: equally over hash browns; Spread mixture evenly to edges.
  • BAKE: 400F/15-18 min. Uncovered. Sauce firms & edges get crispy!
  • Last 3 min: Optional-Top with Shredded mozzarella [pictured] or cheddar.
  • Serve hot – with peas or salad with radicchio. 
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Posted in Musing & Stories

When the Wind Blows and Your Plate Overflows

Know that you aren’t alone. Life’s branches are being unruly. At least they’re still on the tree.

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A joyful moment.

This week is a wind-swept mess. I’m trudging ahead. Are you?

It doesn’t matter how much work I have on my desk; for several weeks now,  life will drag me where I’m needed more instead.  So to compensate I’m composing past midnight. Not eating well, either. Appointments: Husband’s driving foot is laid up so he’s missed 3 days of work. Daughter has the flu. My dog has terminal mouth cancer and goes back to the vet tomorrow.  {Been making him smoothies} And because I’ve neglected myself; I’m starting to loose track of time and some online work. At least I remembered to walk the dogs, check in on Dad and make some cash on micro jobs.

I feel terrible that the house is a wreck. And that ramps up my anxiety.  {And I’d rather gripe about it than go tidy and mop. HA!} Also signed up for a few online courses, both free and paid. And I even started a couple. Thankful I can restart them later, because I can’t retain any new info just now. And I’m aggravated about that, too.  For now, I’m hanging onto and snapping pictures of, those little daily joyous moments.

Limitations and reminders. I got ’em, I give ’em, Friends and Confidantes! – Grandma Auburn – Tries to muffle her swearing in mixed company.

Posted in Musing & Stories

The Pigeon Made Me To Do It

Were you ever so stuck in your life that you just hoped a sign would fall out of the sky? One day last summer, it did.

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Rescued Racing Pigeon & Ivy in Mugs

It was during a bout of mentally dark weeks. Felt like I had an invisible Eeyore as my shadow. I was tired of thinking and trying. I’d sit on the porch in pajamas, with my Dad, but that was about the extent of it.

One morning, there was a thud, thud, thud…. and a racing pigeon tumbled off my porch roof, onto the steps. Dad and I looked at each other as the stunned bird walked around the yard, then hopped to the edge of the rain barrel.

We let him get his bearings, but before long I realized he was lost or exhausted. And he took to crapping on my porch rail! So, like any good hostess does, I fed him a big meal.

I called pigeon racing central, but no one could help identify him by his tag number. Via Facebook, I found a guy who would come get it the following evening. By nightfall, I knew this bird needed saving and the Universe knew I need something to save.

I’ve rescued many animals. Never a bird. So the second day, we gained each others’ trust. I took my tablet outside and typed. I wrote. He cooed. When I stepped inside for coffee, he perched next to my keyboard. “Oh, great,” I thought “He’s a word bird! HA! Maybe an editor in a previous life.” I admired his bars a bit before opening the screen door and scaring him back to the handrail.

My husband helped me make a figure four trap and I caught him the next afternoon. Part of me wanted to keep him… Ok a lot of me want to; but it was still an unforgettable experience.

  • Lessons from the pigeon:
  • Just because you’re exhausted or lost; doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.
  • You don’t have to go far; to form a new bond or a create new piece.
  • Care for others, even if you can’t care for yourself.
  • And don’t read other peoples’ drafts when they aren’t looking- HA!

Well, Friends and Confidantes, ask for a sign, but pigeon-proof your porch 🙂  – Grandma Auburn- Sits on her porch often, tends plants and writes drafts.

Posted in Musing & Stories

I Was Stoned and I Missed It

PEACE

4/20- With a tip o’ the hat to Dennis (of Dr. Hook) and Ray Sawyer, who passed in December and Shel Silverstein, who’s body of writing and personality still fascinate me.

The Smoke Off-Shel Silverstein

I’m not entirely certain where this post is gonna lead us today. Infer what you will; it helps bi-polar and anxiety. Take it with a grain [or a leaf.]  Know that I live in the state that Pence consecrated. But if you think politics has ever stopped someone from tucking seedlings a cornfield… not so much. Years ago, we’d make a run for the [Michigan] border on Sunday for alcohol.  Now -I hear we Hoosiers still are, just for a different buzz.

The metaphors abound: It’s strange, nowadays to speak to relation that live in a medicinal or recreational state. Some of us always were. My hope one day, is to pull open a kitchen drawer; but instead of little K-cups, there’s little pods of pot. In rows, by name. {patent pending Gma Auburn- HA!}  And it will be as accepted on a Friday night as the fondue pot was in the 70’s.

And on that note: Thanks for stopping by today. THANK YOU to those on YouTube who preserve the music.  -Grandma Auburn    2 Dr. Hook Videos. “Sylvia’s Mother” because in my next life,  I’d like to hop on Ray Sawyer’s lap, like a pet-starved cat… and of course, “I Got Stoned And I Missed It”

Posted in Musing & Stories

Go Your Own Way

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Photo by Ekrulila on Pexels.com

Grown Daughter, “RT” wants me to add some more of our text conversations. I’m kinda proud she thinks they’re worthy.  Here’s the first one. “Grandma Gets Volunteered.”

->While watching part of a replay of the 2019 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame)

  • Me: “When I turn 50, I’m gonna start dressin’ like Stevie Nicks.”
  • RT:  “I’ve been waiting 5 years to hear you say that, Mom.” :-O
  • -I think to my
    cat tee shirt, cats eyes, artist tee shirt
    “Arts & Cats”

    self, “That’s only ’cause you watched AHS.”

Grandma Auburn – Goin’ her own way for a few decades. {Takin’ the next generation along for the ride…}