and more cobblers…

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Saw this recipe on Natalie Chanin’s website (thanks for sharing, Thom!) and we had to make it. That very night. We tinkered with the recipe a little bit and here it is (mainly b/c I’m too lazy to roll out dough with hungry boys in the house). Graham, Adrian’s bud who was visiting us, gave it four stars. Hope you do, too!

Strawberry Cobbler

Ingredients:

5 cups sliced strawberries

1/2 cup melted, unsalted butter

1 cup all-purpose flour

2 cups sugar

1 tsp baking powder

Pinch of salt

2 Tblsp fresh lemon juice

1 tsp vanilla extract

Ground cinnamon, and touch of nutmeg

To Make:

Bring 1 cup sugar, lemon juice and strawberries to gentle boil, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and add to 9×9 baking dish. Combine all dry ingredients and remaining sugar in large mixing bowl. Add melted butter. Stir until well mixed and crumbly. Sprinkle over berries and bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream, of course!

 

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10 things we’ve learned of late on Our Green Acres…

  1. Close the gate behind you — or you just might find a horse up near your house, or…um…pool.
  2. While these two words may rhyme, ‘chert’ is not to be confused with ‘dirt.’
  3. A rain gauge is a necessity. Because when you go to town, folks are likely to ask how much rain you got.
  4. If you spread a couple of big truckloads of real good dirt in the pasture to fill in dips and rough spots and then it rains, guess what your freshly bathed horses will do, and do, and do?
  5. Whenever you hear shotguns ringing out from your neighbors’ properties, there’s (usually) no cause for alarm.
  6. If you decide to let your chickens free range, they will “free range” in your driveway, your vegetable garden, your garage, your flower beds, on your front doorstep and in your poolhouse.
  7. Grass carp are these big ol’ fish in the pond that eat the grasses down — but they don’t eat the bluegill, the bass or the catfish. That’s a good thing. Now, if only they’d eat the snapping turtles…and snakes.
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Here’s “Alone” from their newest work, Stars and Satellites — recorded in a log home outside Duluth, Minnesota, and performed live on NPR.

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