It’s been a wild week. Last weekend was filled with rain and some of the Iron Horse Bicycle Race was altered. Later in the week we shot up to the 80’s.
Just before the rains I went looking for branches for carving, on the way back from town. I was even caught looking at a Maple tree in town at the library. I was looking for good curves for “spoon wood.”
I looked through a volunteer apple tree. I found one branch but it was too close to the trunk and almost impossible to get to. Just up the road from the apple tree, I asked a guy with his young son, working on the fence line, if he owned the land. He just rented, he told me. I asked about cutting a branch off two apple trees in the field. He said he could grant permission as it wasn’t his land. So the search continues.
Here is the spoon I carved a few weeks back out of Gamble Oak. It’s been rubbed with flax oil for the second time. It’s sort of clunky looking, I think. I wanted to carve a stirring spoon. Pot spoons on the open market have pencil thin handles and, for me, trying to hang onto a thin handle cramps my hand, so here is my crude pot spoon. I’m not a fan of the darker wood, but it’s a start.
I talked with my sister and cousins, a couple of weeks back, about my carvings. The idea of selling at art fairs came up. I had thought about is myself, but this past week the more I mulled it over, the less I liked the idea. I looked at the items I’d need to set up for the fairs. I’d need to haul a tent and tables, or spoon racks. I would have to haul all the stuff everywhere I went all year long, or part of the year, if I got back to my storage unit. I’d do cash sales only, so I wouldn’t have to get involved with credit card machines. When I’d looked at all the scenarios, internet sales seem like a better fit for me. I might try fairs at some point, but not just yet. Also, it feels like I’d cramp my freestyle roaming.
I’ve been thinking about cooking, as well. I’m a bit of a “foodie”, but not the restaurant “foodie” version. I love to cook. I cook Spanish, Italian, British Country food; I’ve dipped into Greek, Korean, and Mexican. I love the challenge.
In the Casita, I have a 2 burner stove, no oven, a small refrigerator with no freezer. I knew I’d be basic in the food department. Those first 3 years were very basic. I made lots of sandwiches, salads from bags, and soups. I did decide one way to get a good rice was by making Paella. I adapted a shrimp Ėtoufée with instant rice. The Ėtoufée was good but I’ve always hated instant rice. It’s too cardboard in taste. With brown rice taking so long to cook, I didn’t want to use my propane for 50 minutes. I preferred brown rice but I can do better than instant, with white rice. I hauled a pressure cooker for a while, but it takes up a lot of space.
A thought came to me, that I could use a camp Dutch Oven! I hit the library and took out the only cookbook they had in Dutch oven cooking and bought a couple of cheap Kindle books for the road. Most suggest a 12 inch, six quart oven. I didn’t need anything that big! I did find a Kindle book based on an eight inch, two quart oven. All the recipes were geared to that size. Off to the hardware store, and I found no eight inch ovens. They didn’t get much call for that size, so I ordered one. Now, I have my “oven”! I can bake bread, cake, cobblers, and make long cooking stews, all with charcoal rather than use up the little propane I carry.
When it arrived, I gave it a coating of oil and baked it in. The next day I went to the store, then cooked up the first meal out on the porch. It turned out really well, despite my forgetting to add the sour cream and using Rice-a-Roni. I think next time I make this I’ll hold the broccoli out until the last 10 minutes.
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