Fireplace Beans

So I said I’ve been reading Mother Earth News…there’s an article about ‘hearth cooking’ this month.  Essentially, that would be cooking in/beside your very own fireplace.  Apparently it sounded so good to my husband that he got his new 12″ Dutch oven and made a huge pot of beans and sausage.  I have to admit; the end result is AWESOME!  He first started out by putting the DO (dutch oven) on the very lip of the fireplace and pulling up some red hot coals to the side, stirring and turning occasionally.  Then we left for lunch and by then there was nothing left of the fire but hot embers and coals, so we put the DO directly on the firedogs/andirons/whatever they’re called, and that finished it up.

Talk about excellent!  And we didn’t even have to use the propane :0) Plus the wood was free!  I took some photos and I’ll upload them later.  I had never thought about cooking anything in the fireplace other than weinies and marshmallows, but I don’t really know why.  Now my DH has been examining the fireplace, seeing how he could weld in some swinging arms for pots and the like, lol. 

Pintos and Feral hog sausage
Pintos and Feral hog sausage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, here’s to new experiences.

We have arrived…

Well, two months ago, we finally did it.  We were able to move from suburbia to the country, the sticks, the boondocks.  I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier.  There is room to breathe and to grow!  Imagine that.  I was becoming increasingly paranoid living ‘in town’, especially after we had about $2,000 worth of OUR STUFF stolen from our house.

I don’t have to worry about people eyeballing MY STUFF or neighbors who drop in every time I was in my front yard. (sigh)  Not that I mind company, but you know, for someone who gardens, it can get pretty irritating to have someone want to chitchat every single time I was out in my yard!  I even started gardening after sundown, lol.  I actually drug a worklamp out in my front yard and planted herbs. 

Anyway, I don’t have to worry about that anymore! 

I have been rabidly reading Countryside, Mother Earth News, and the Farmer’s Almanac.  Oh yes, and Backyard Poultry.  I’m really nuts about birds. Seriously.  As a matter of fact, I….er, I mean SANTA, ordered about 20 Silkie chicks today and they should be here on the 23rd of this month.  I’m so pumped!  Last time I had my chickens, it was about 7 years ago.  These will be strictly for pets and eggs, but come spring, I’m going all out with some dual purpose breed; possibly Plymouth Rocks or something of the sort.  Yes, this will mean eggs AND meat.  I’ll have to write about that after we do our first ‘butchering day’.  I have to admit that I am not looking forward to that; however, I also cannot have 15 something roosters running around, and after all, I DO eat chicken.  I’d rather know exactly what my chicken has been eating and what its life has been like. 

Well, that will have to be almost it for tonight.  I’m terribly cold here in the sunken room…you know, there ain’t no cold like ‘country cold’.  It gets a lot colder out here with no houses to act as insulating windbreaks.  Also, we have a heat pump rather than a furnace, so it does run cooler, esp. tonight when the weather is below freezing.  Blech!!!  I’ve got on 2 shirts, my longjohns and pants and 2 pairs of socks, lol.  Thank you GOD that we have a fireplace out here!

Beware...
Beware...

Here’s a new photo I snapped a couple of days ago.  Ever heard the saying, “Red skies at morning, sailors take warning”?  Well, this particular morning, our entire bedroom looked pink and I ran outside to snap a photo, and this is what I got.  I’m kindof a weather buff/nerd.  So, this was taken Monday morning, I believe.  That night a squall line blew through and temps went from the 60s to the 30s.  Today it has sleeted and snowed and has not broke 40 degrees.  Anyway, there must be something to that old adage.