About Me~

The Best Food of All~

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FaceBook’s an interesting place these days. It’s funny because you can start a conversation with just one sentence and 5 minutes later literally people from all over the world are joining in with their opinions on what got said. Here in Arkansas we just recently wrapped up deer season . We live in LA ( Lower Arkansas) 🙂 and hunting and fishing is a way of life for a large majority of people here. In my family it goes back so many generations it is even traced in our family’s surnames. My maiden name WAS DEER. My husband’s name is WOODS. So quite literally it is in our blood. When I was barely big enough to walk my Daddy would put me in a sleeping bag and tote me into the woods, , prop me up against a tree, and let me sleep while he waited for the deer or squirrel to come by. I didn’t realize at the time , we didn’t just do this for fun, we ate wild meat like rabbit, deer, squirrel, because it was cheap, and we were not just the richest people in the world. The funny thing is we ate so well we never noticed. But back to FaceBook. We got into a conversation about the “RIGHT” way to prepare deer meat. Practically everyone said you must, you just simply MUST skin and soak the deer meat in ice and salt water for several days before pounding it tender and thin and cooking it. Well, my husband , myself and my family had NEVER heard of such a thing! My husband can clean and skin a deer faster than just about any person I’ve ever seen . He makes those fellas in the butcher shops look like amateurs, lol. But he’s had lots of practice. When he gets a deer and hangs it to butcher , he skins it, and quarters up the tenderloins . Then I’m cutting it up in the kitchen , pounding it flat, salting and peppering it, putting a little flour on it, and frying it thin and crispy . Pour a little milk, flour, and salt back in the pan, and stir. Making the thickest creamiest white gravy you ‘ve ever seen. Just the way my Daddy used to do it. So not only does it taste out of this world, to eat it reminds me of sitting next to that old oak in my sleeping bag, waiting for Daddy to say, “I got one. We can go now.” So many memories. Food for thought. Food for the body. Food for my soul.

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Start the Summer~

SUMMER VACATION!!!!!!!! Can you hear my boys screaming where you are 🙂 ? We kicked it off over the weekend by letting them swim in my Mom’s newly cleaned pool. Had a great time visiting and eating home made ice cream. Of course, it was home made in the electric-type machine, but still. My husband once said he thought you had never really grown up until you had to hand crank an ice cream maker! We’ve been looking for a good used one to buy, but they are pretty pricey. I can remember many summer evenings growing up turning that crank. Remember when you thought your arm would surely fall off?!? And you’d JUST be ready to give up , and it would be ready.
Where we live used to be called “The Peach Capital of the World” , and so lots of people still had peach trees then. There’s nothing quite like fresh warm summer peaches on cold homemade vanilla ice cream. Man. I think I just got the droolies. 🙂 Guess, I really can’t think of a better way to start up the summer than family, food, and good clean fun.( Who says you need to spend a ton of money anymore to have a good time? )
So , here’s hoping whatever your summer holds , it’s good times with the people you love best!