One of the events that I have come to really enjoy being a part of is the Association of Canadian Custom Harvesters, Inc. convention. It isn’t the warmest location in the world to vacation in December BUT it certainly brings together a lot of great people. And…it shouldn’t surprise you. Custom harvesters (regardless of the country they call home) are a different breed of people – some of the best you’ll ever meet and good to surround yourself with.
Jim and I left for Lethbridge, Alberta on Tuesday morning. I waited until the last-minute to pack (like I always seem to do) and Jim set the alarm for 3:00 a.m. The flight left at 6:00 a.m. I went to bed at 1:30. “Good, this will give me an hour and a half to catch some sleep”, or so I thought. I woke up at 2:00 and felt like I had been sleeping for hours. Who knows why I woke up – maybe I was afraid we were going to sleep through the alarm? Tuesday felt like it lasted an entire week. I would catch myself wondering, “did this really just happen this morning”?
Whenever the question comes up (which is quite often) – “What should we have for supper”? – Callie’s quick to say, “Sweet and sour chicken”. I know it will never compare to some of her favorite Chinese food restaurants but it probably comes in a very close second. It wasn’t until this past summer that I came up with this “keeper”. And, best of all, it’s not that hard to make.
This recipe begins with cutting up chicken breasts into one inch chunks. I suppose you’regonna ask, “how much chicken”? I usually make this by sight more than by recipe. So, I’m going to say three large breasts for the four of us. I put flour, salt, pepper and garlic powder in a large zip lock baggie and shake the chicken pieces until they’re covered.
I add Crisco to my cast iron skillet and preheat. When the oil is good and hot, fry the chicken pieces until golden brown and no pink center.
I reached for my address book this afternoon and thought, “You know, I should share this with my friends”. I wish I knew what year I started filling this with family and friend’s addresses. If I were to guess, I would say 25 years ago. This little book is full of history!
Last year, while at the NAFB convention, John Deere was handing out green duct tape. I thought it added some nice color to a book that was needing a little TLC.
The beauty of a Nebraska road as the sun starts to set.
The autumn color has been beautiful this year. And the sunsets…extraordinary! I don’t know if it’s the harvest dirt and dust to blame for creating these beautiful sunsets or if it’s because I’ve been outside at the exact time to witness them. Whatever it is, I have thoroughly enjoyed them.
The view from my window today on a dreary, wet Autumn day.
The last month has yielded a few new experiences for me. One of them being asked to participate in the Housewives of Rural Americablog which ultimately landed me on the “Freshly Pressed” page of WordPress.com (an exciting moment!). Being involved with this awesome group of gals has also brought back memories of who I was 30 some years ago. You see, I view myself as the “older, wiser woman” in this group. I’m not so sure that I like the hard reality that I’m not as young as my mind has me believing that I am. Jim’s dad once said something that I now understand a whole lot better, “Sometimes I have to stop and remember that I am 80 years old”. I can honestly say, I understand! My mind wants to trick me into thinking that I’m this 30-year-old person rather than nearly 52. Does this make sense? I honestly don’t feel as old as I am (until there’s a little pain here or there).
These past few days have been interesting, to say the least!
When I was asked to write a post for Housewives of Rural America, I struggled. I struggled because it was the same ‘ole story that seems I’ve told over and over again. Who is going to want to read this again? But I wrote and as I wrote, the words came easier than anticipated and before I knew it, I had a fairly long post. I even apologized to Jenny and Katie for the length. They didn’t seem to mind, though, so I was excited to see how it would be accepted by the rest of the blog world.
What I didn’t expect was to open my email later that same day and read this in the subject line, “Congrats, you’ve been Freshly Pressed!” I was so excited (to say the least)! It was like I had won the multi-million dollar lottery! My heart started racing and I began to furiously post everywhere (Facebook and Twitter) that my post was liked by the WordPress editors. I had always wondered what it would take to get on that particular page. Only…it didn’t show up. I started feeling like maybe they had made a mistake and decided it really wasn’t good enough for the honor. And then I got discouraged and told myself that it just wasn’t meant to be.