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For those who asked, here is my go-to recipe for the battered onion rings that we put on our salads.
- 2 parts masa harina (corn flour)
- 1 part all purpose flour
- Creole seasoning 1 tbsp
- Jerk seasoning 1 tbsp
- Black pepper 1 tsp
- Salt (when they are cooked to taste)
- Water (enough to thin batter to desired consistency)
- 2 medium onions thinly sliced and separated into rings
- Canola oil for frying
I take two onions and thinly slice and separate into rings. In a small bowl I combine the masa harina (usually 1 cup) with all purpose flour (1/2 cup) and the seasonings. Add enough water to make a batter that is not runny. Add onion rings to batter and mix to coat. Heat canola oil and place onion rings into hot oil. Cook until golden on one side and flip – do the same with the other side. Remove from oil onto tray with paper towel to absorb excess oil. Salt to taste.
Most often, I do more than I need for the salads since many of these guys never make it past the cooling tray. 🙂
This guy, maybe some of you know him? Today is the day that he turns as old as me. While he doesn’t like the limelight (as if you can say this blog is the limelight LOL) I cannot let the day pass without wishing him a Happy Birthday. I cannot imagine a better person to share this wacky, rollercoaster of a ride through life with than this guy. He makes me laugh, makes me feel safe, he is my biggest fan and my best refuge from the big bad world when I need it.
He has given me the three best parts of my life.
I cannot wait to see what adventures we share in the years ahead.
When I say that I love you it is not out of habit or to make conversation. It is to remind me that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you — Happy Birthday – Even if I am just pretty okay.
Can you identify this?
This, my friends, is what remains of our screen door.
Mother Nature can be a scary one.
The winds that were predicted by the weather services to kick up and be scary yesterday during the daylight hours never arrived. Instead they showed up last evening, arriving with the darkness. The wind was howling and very gusty. A sudden and very loud slam alerted us to the fact that the screen door (which was not fully latched at the time) decided that it liked the field across the street better than our door frame. Perhaps I exaggerate just a little, it didn’t quite make it to the other side of the street, traveling a few feet down the driveway instead. We reclaimed what was left and now scratch our heads because we now have a very large doggie door (minus the flap part) that could easily fit two goats stacked on top of each other.
(Hmmm… before those goats get any ideas, maybe we should just forget I said that.)
Could always have been worse… we could have had flying doors and flying goats. We must always see the bright side….always.
Today was a very un-January-like January day. The weather here has been less than winter-like and reminiscent of spring. Thank you (NOT) El Nino. Winter is supposed to be snowy and cold. Most of the day was rainy and damp with the actual temperatures well into the high 40s. What is left of the snow is either a lot of slush or a sheet of ice, not much in between.
On this lazy Sunday, a gumbo was simmering away on the stove. Tonight we had that gumbo made with North Country andouille sausage, chicken and okra that was flourishing in the garden a few months ago. Served with a loaf of bread, not mine but from the farmers’ market yesterday and some roasted hot peppers.