9/28/09

Persimmon Pudding Time

The persimmons are beginning to fall - funny, but they have to hit the ground before they are good to eat - the deer even won't eat the low ones off the trees. They are so puckerish!!
I have to pick up (what I can get) late in the afternoon, as the deer sleep during the day, and believe me, they get everything that falls during the night.

This afternoon's crop

Persimmons Pulp

After working the seeds out through a collander - enough pulp for a couple puddings......

Indiana Persimmon Pudding Recipe

Bake in a 13x9x2 Pan - 325* - 1 hour
1/2 Cup White Sugar
1 Cup Brown Sugar
5 Tablespoons Oil
2 Eggs
1 1/2 Cups Persimmon Pulp
1 1/2 Cups Buttermilk
1 Teaspoon Baking Powder
1/2 Teaspoon Soda
1/2 Teaspoon Salt
1 1/2 Cups Flour
1 Teaspoon Vanilla
Cream together the sugar and oil, beat in the eggs, then the pulp and buttermilk. Sift together the flour, baking powder, soda and salt and add to batter. Mix well and pour in pan.
When you take the pudding out of the oven, cover it immediately with foil - this keeps in the steam and will make the pudding moist.
To serve, top with a dollop of whipped topping or ice cream.

9/21/09

A Trip to a Fall Antique Show




Saturday, Terri and I took in a Primitive Antique Show at Trafalgar - the setting, a working farm - complete with an old farmhouse, barns [cattle too], expansive yard and beautiful landscaped gardens. The booths were set up around the house - some in tents, and some spread out on tables........the weather was wonderful - in the 70's and sunshiny - an ideal day.


The Catering Service "Upper Crust" was serving lunch on the wrap-around porch on the house.


A fun, fun day!






Outdoor booths chock full of old primitives......Interestingly, the younger generation is gobbling up these old "things" brought out of our grandmothers' attics and outbuildings, dusted off, and shown off as part of our heritage. Terri and I both brought home some "finds" - I, an old minature cart which I will team up with a Santa someway, and Terri, an old apothecary chest that she will have to find a place for........

9/14/09

Fall Beauty at Woods Branch Farm


A patch of Golden Rod growing wild beside a backroad trail here on the farm........Funny thing to me, I buy flowers, weed around them, keep them fertilized and watered, and they are never as pretty as the wild ones that just pop up and do their thing. We keep trails mowed over the farm - and each season are rewarded with different "seasonal" things - spring flowers, raspberries and blackberries, and then in the Fall, these beautiful flowers!

A patch of wild white yarrow growing at the top of the hill around an old apple tree.

Saturday's Tractor Caravan


Andy joined a group of tractor enthusiasts Saturday for a trek through the countryside, starting at our Community Fair Grounds and winding through the Westport, Zenas backroad area. All kinds of tractors showed up - especially restored vintage models - for a memorable day. And the weather cooperated - was a beautiful fall day!

Terri, Mark and Bob - Andy wanted to bring the two boys, so Terri rode along with them on a farm wagon, behind Andy's tractor. They had stacks of baled straw for comfy seats.....

On the Way........

Thru the Covered Bridge

Part of the Caravan

After winding through the countryside, the caravan stops at Suhre's for a wonderful noonday meal - typical of what our grandpmothers would cook up for thrashers - complete with all kinds of homemade pies and cobblers!

9/1/09

Saturday to a Country Farm Auction


People, people everywhere......an Estate Auction - lots of good stuff left over from what the children wanted, plus they got the barns cleaned out! Everyone loves an auction, especially a farm auction.

And Then to Mark's Birthday Party


Counting Candles - Yep there's 6......

Play Time - Tessa and Ashley having a spin around the yard........Mike has all these wonderful things for the children to play with and they all love it!

Opening Presents Time - A Sleeping Bag from Mamaw Creech.....Andy and the boys are in to camping and fishing.