What's for Dinner?

This summer we became customers of  Dave's Produce Packs.  Dave went to school with my girls and worked with #2 for a few summers at a local fresh vegetable market nearby.  Now Dave has graduated from university, bought the market from its retiring owners and started his own organic gardening business with a few of his buddies. Don't you just love young entrepreneurs who are aware of the importance of local, fresh, quality food?

So every spring he takes on about 250 customers who agree to spend 40-50 dollars/week to buy his organic produce.  Here's what we got this week:


Raspberries
Beets
Carrots
Beans
Potatoes
Cilantro or Dill
Celery
Kale or Lettuce or Swiss Chard
Onions
Scapes or Grape Leaves
Red Onions or Spanish Onions or Green Onions
Potatoes
Free Run Eggs
Cranberry and Raisin Bread (The dried fruit is organic as well, of course)

$50 Customers:
Sugar Snap Peas or Cauliflower or Peas
Cabbage
Parsley

So, this was our bounty for supper:

I've never had purple potatoes before.  They were so delicious and had a creamy consistancy.  I think I mentioned before how every night Mr LC asks 'what kind of pie are we having for dessert?'  Then I just laugh?  Well, he hit the jackpot tonight.

Raspberry baby, all the way.  I'm stuffed.

I'm Beet(s).

Long ago I used to make pickles prodigiously.   Now, not so much.  However, this week I had lots of wonderful organic beets to consume so I decided to pickle some.

I forgot how long it takes to make pickles.

I did them all by myself whilst Mr LC dozed in his cozy chair.

If anyone doesn't believe I did these up myself, I now have a pink kitchen to prove it.

Happy New Brunswick Day.

Today is a holiday in our province.  We had some special guests here over the weekend to celebrate.

It's kind of hard to see them in this photo.

I can't believe it either.

These were my personal weekend guests:

It was hard to get them all to look at me at the same time.  I had to keep hollering at Mr LC to 'Look at the camera!'

I Had to Do It.

When you have fresh organic raspberries,

And some free range eggs,

What's a gal to do?

Make pavlova.

Apologies to my vegan friends but it was delicious!

Broken Item of the Week

Yes, Gentle Readers, we are back to our sporadically scheduled Broken Item of the Week.  A few weeks ago Daughter #2 gifted us ( I use this term loosely, she got it free from work.)with a splendid new beverage container.  It was some new kind of super safe plastic cup with its own straw.  The only thing was that you could not put it in the dishwasher.

I make a smoothie everyday and this cup affair was the perfect size to put it in.  Mr LC would argue that #2 gave it to him personally but she assured me that it was ours to share.  Yesterday when I went to make my smoothie I could not find said cup.  I asked Mr LC where the cup was and he looked me straight in the eye and said 'I give my share of the cup to you'.  I immediately feared the worst.  You guessed it.

He said he was putting ice cubes in it and it broke.

I don't like drinking my smoothie in a regular glass because it doesn't fit.

I had to dig out this cup to use even though it's smaller than the broken one.  Then I told Mr LC that if I ever catch him using it and it broke he was going to have to fund my trip to New York to attend the musical Wicked and procure another cup. On second thought, maybe I should let him use it.

p.s. I will have you know dear readers, that I had to plunge into a full can of garbage to retrieve the cup to photograph for you.  These are the lengths I will go to for your reading pleasure.

Horders: The Loyalist Cottage Edition Part II

Horders: The Loyalist Cottage Edition Part I is here. 

The storage shed was purged.  Not to my satisfaction, but sacrifices were made on Mr LC's part.

This is the second load of things we parked at the end of the driveway.  That chair on the right belonged to  Lady Beaverbrook.(Her husband, Sir Max Aitken, was a newspaper baron in London).   Mr. LC made the big sacrifice and disposed of it.  That green suitcase is alligator skin.

Here's a peek at the contents of the shed.

Sixty-seven bails of hay and room for more.

Bmer approved.

The pile at the end of the driveway is totally gone.  Yay for garbage day, the garbage guys took all the leftovers.

Have you ever thrown something out and then totally regretted it?

Hoarders: The Loyalist Cottage Edition.

Mr LC dragged me out of bed this morning at first light.  He was a man on a mission.  The storage barn must be cleaned out for the nth time as he needed space to store Sassy's hay supply.  Out to the shed we went.

 I would get rid of everything.  Well, almost everything.

What are we doing with a toilet!  I was told that it was a perfectly good toilet.

Anybody want a gently used bath tub?

Is this the keep pile or the throwaway pile?  Do you see that blue bucket up there?  I found a carton in it with a box of kraft dinner, a can of tuna and a bottle of vanilla extract.  Mr LC says keep the tuna. NOT!

How about camping in a rotting tent?  Mr LC used to take the girls 'camping' for a few days every summer.  I heard they ate out a lot.

How about a chair to reupholster?

Gratuitous picture of a kangaroo for my Australian contingent.

My dolls' crib from when I was a wee girl.  I know, it's vintage.  It's going.

My table from when I was a little tot.  I have the chairs too.  It's staying.

An angel, anyone?  We have six.  I don't know why.

We tried to get rid of this Chanel display stand last time.  But we got caught by Daughter #1.  So it stays.  sigh.
There are piles of boxes stacked up in there. All  A lot of it belongs to the girls.  Things they used when they went to university and had their own apartments.  Glasses, dishware, odd tables, that sort of thing.  But, you'll never guess what I uncovered while going through their stuff.

The mother load!  Not even opened.  I guess someone never got up the courage to try it.
Aaaand this one...

Isn't this the Queen's tipple?  Alas, it is half gone.  Finding these just made my day.  I never laughed so hard in my life when I came across these all safely wrapped in newspaper.  Now, I wonder if anyone will cop to the crime???

Anyway, if you think you can't live without any of this wonderful junk, stop by the end of my driveway.  It will be waiting for you!  Except for the booze of course.

p.s.  If you're up for another laugh, visit my daughter's blog Broken Poet and see how she tries to make me over.  Try being the operative word.