took a Walk 
to the airport tower, alone. It has been quite some time since I have done this as Ruger refuses to climb up the steps.
Ruger is getting so big! He used to be able to chase his tail under the coffee table, now he has to army crawl to go under there. New favorite, Squeaky the stuffed squirrel. I haven't got a Pict of him with his chipmunk look yet he moves too fast. He grabs Squeaky in the middle and look up as if to say "look how cool I am". His cheeks are all puffed out and he looks utterly ridiculous but I haven't told him that. The entire time the tail goes non stop, waving quite boastfully.
My address is now: 100 General Kelly Rd. Oakland, Md 21550
Its kinda funny, I thought it would make me feel accomplished. Lol, but I'm just the same old me! :)
Who needs Arbys for good mood food. I had a little bit of mashed potatoes left from feeding my sourdough sitting in the fridge. I was rummaging for breakfast. I'm a little bit egg-ed out but I want something hot and not oatmeal. When I spied the spuds...aha...mashed tater cakes!
Yay! Yesterday was the first time all my hens laid! On December 20th I was surprised to find the first three eggs! I carefully put them in a container and set it on the stand by the barn door so I wouldn't forget them when I finished milking. I went on with my chores with a Cheshire cat grin on my face till I went to move my heifer from one pen to another and she wouldn't cooperate. She knocked open my make-shift gate and made beeline to the stand. Before I could get to her I heard the container rolling and a crunchy splat. Boy was I mad at her. Only one egg was salvageable. Sissy decided to go where she was supposed to after I got mad. I guess if you had a wild haired, red faced, yelling lady after you, you might cooperate too. Lol. The next day I found 3 more eggs and one was gianormous. You might have guessed, when I cracked it open there was a double yolk!
I love those blog recipes that have a picture for every step. Not practical for this chickie. I'm either in a huge rush to get to my food or more often than not I am doing so many things it takes me hours to concoct a simple recipe. Which was the case today with my bread pudding. I started this morning...actually I started yesterday or the day before when I noticed my bread needed used up and set it out on the counter so I wouldn't forget. This morning I saw it for like the fiftieth time and was like if I don't do something with that soon its going to grow legs and run away. Lol. So I dug through my cookbook cabinet trying to find one that had bread pudding. Finally I found one, Ree Drummond's year of holidays. I skimmed the recipe. I'm not doing the sauce, I'll be lucky if I get the pudding done. I'll have to substitute for the half and half as don't have any, never buy any and the milk I get comes from the bottom of the tank and Holsteins don't have much cream anyway.(did you get all that? Lol.) Milk. Milk? Milk! What I have in the fridge smells sour enough to raise the dead. I wonder how long I've had it in there? Guess I'll have to go down to the milk house and get some fresh... I'll use the fresh eggs I get when I go check the chickens at the noon milking. I'll just get the milk then too. I'll go ahead and cube the loaf of bread. Awe those heels are too good to waste I'll toast them to have with my coffee. Mmm that smells good, it's been a while since I made a pot. Hey...I wonder what it would taste like in the pudding? All these modifications, I guess the recipe is all mine.(the only things I measured were the eggs and milk, sort of. So please forgive me I'll try to approximate the measurements.) Here we go!
Beka's Bread Pudding-
in greased baking dish-
1 loaf of bread, cubed- artisan is best
Sprinkle: 1 cup of brown sugar
1 cup of chopped nuts
Drizzle: 1/2 cup of maple syrup
1/2 cup of brewed coffee
1 cup melted butter
Whisk: 3 eggs
2 cups of milk
1 T. Vanilla
Pour over the top. Bake @ 350°F for an hour. Serve warm with milk.
P.S. I finally finished it in time for supper. :) a whole day for one delicious recipe.
