One More Time

Remember that squash last night?  Well there was plenty left so one more time we will see it again, as  filling for ravioli.  Just a few more seasonings to the squash is it.    Even a little fancy sauteed apple rings to keep them company.  Last night, plain and simple food.  Tonight a little fancy and more time consuming to fix.    Isn't it sad when we take so long to prepare a meal and 30 minutes or less to eat?  That's ok what else is there to do on a chilly Saturday afternoon than to experiment and cook.  The pasta dough is two ingredients, 1-cup of four and 1 medium sized egg.  I have a hand crank pasta machine which suits me fine considering maybe 3-4 times a year I feel like making specialty pastas. Boxed works for me the rest of the time. Years ago Amber and I ate at the Crittenden Hotel in Coudersport.  It was fall and yes we had Butternut Raviolis.  Delicious, so much so  I had to try my take on it.  Maybe not the same but satisfied with the result.  Tonight they were drizzled with brown butter that the apple rings were sauteed in, then fresh chives and toasted walnuts on top.  A  little extra pasta dough for ribbon noodles on the side.  Please don't think I am without failures, I sure do and many.  Being on the stubborn side I just keep plugging away although there are things that went in the garbage never to be tried again.  I know my limits, usually.

Ha!  I do have an automatic pasta roller.

Starting the ravioli assembly line.

I really should make pasta more often, so much
better than boxed!

Leftover biscuits with mango/rhubarb sauce
for breakfast.

Not bad, I used up most of last nights leftovers.  There is still squash left.....wait until you see what I'm using it for tomorrow!  One more time.

I might as well tell this story, so many all ready know what one of my biggest mistakes ever was and happened about a month ago.  My house smelled like burnt chicken feathers for 2 weeks and 2 weeks of what is that smell to now maybe I can detect an off the wall odor every now and again.  I was simmering a chicken carcass  with celery, onions and carrots which I planned on using for chicken and dumplings.  Never have I left the house with something cooking.............until then and oh yes I did.   When asked to ride to Olean I was so excited off I went, never to give another thought to cooking.  When we pulled in the driveway I heard the smoke alarms going off.  I knew exactly what it was.  We couldn't even see in the windows there was so much thick smoke.  blahhh!  The thing that saved not burning the house down was I had a lid on the pot!  What a mess, Dick opened the doors, turned on the ceiling fan and eventually when the smoke cleared he could open the windows.  I'm sure all of Clara wondered what the horrible smell was.  The only thing left in the pot was 3 tiny black bones that crumbed to powder when I picked them up.  What a mess and what a smell.  If you wonder how I know what burnt feathers smell like......all part of the process of butchering back on the farm.

Somewhere
Stanley Harrison

Somewhere in time's own space
there must be some sweet pastured place
where creeks sing on and tall trees grow,
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,
I know great horses live again.

Somewhere

Somewhere
Stanley Harrison

Somewhere in time's own space
there must be some sweet pastured place
where creeks sing on and tall trees grow,
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,

I know great horses live again.Stanley Harrison

Somewhere in time's own space
there must be some sweet pastured place
where creeks sing on and tall trees grow,
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,
I know great horses live again.