11 comments on “NATIVE “AMERICANA”

  1. Very nice. I got so inspired by autumn, I wrote a sort of jazz tune. I’m hoping a pianist friend of mine will write a little music for it. I also put up some pear chutney, made apple crisp, did some sewing and mending. I plan to work on jewelry repair this winter and knitting a simple sweater. I love this time of year also and can’t wait until spring to plant a real garden. P.S. Made pumpkin pancakes with rose/raspberry syrup. I got to thinking about you and your grandfather and how much your household likes peanuts and pies so I’m sending you the best recipe I know of for peanut butter pie. Straight from the lands of the all the confederated tribes of Oregon: http://www.subrosa.arbre.us/SubRosaMoPie.html.

    • Sounds like you’re a multi talented renaissance woman Mary.
      Rose/raspberry syrup, I think that could become a favorite
      around here – anything with berries.
      I used to do a fair amount of lost wax and sandcasting, not
      so much anymore unless for a special occasion – keep threatening
      to dive back into but so far hasn’t amounted to much more than a
      Read your comment aloud and while I thought grandfather had nodded
      off he immediately became all ears re the recipe and asks to say
      nae’ese to you.
      Rumblings emanating from the kitchen and I suspect related to
      the recipe.
      It is a great time of the year, a hint of what’s to come, natures
      way of offering a transitional period rather than getting up to find
      overnight a howling wind and single digit temps await you.
      Oregon is a beautiful place, lot of green, which in my opinion
      is an essential element – and s hsout out to the confederated tribes.
      A few years back while visiting there I went to the Tillamook cheese
      factory, great cheese, something else a prevailing weakness exists for
      Thanks again for the recipe – I’m sure others in seeing it will try it
      as well.

    • It’s a nice scent/ flavor – rose hips tea seems to be a favorite, homemade
      as we grow of few for that purpose and the color they provide.
      One of the hounds, Sia, seems to become intoxicated by the smell much
      like a cat will with catnip.
      Seen her on more than one occasion sitting inches from a bloom eyes glazed over,
      at first I thought she was watching a bug but that isn’t the case, she just likes
      May have to send her to detox as she gets a little goofier than usual after
      communing – really playful.
      Will check out the link in a few, just in from work and need to wash up. Thanks.

    • Two pies made from the recipe link you sent materialized as though out of
      thin air – one strictly adhering to the recipe and the other with a generous
      helping of shelled peanuts added – thought grandfather was going to stroke
      Had a slab and a couple of hours later the consensus was he would go for
      another with a glass of milk, and when asked didn’t hesitate.
      All but vanished now with a lone piece saved for him tomorrow.

  2. Glad the recipe went over so well. 🙂 Your grandpa reminds me of how my dad love my auntie’s “fried pies.” They were fried up onion pancakes. As generous as he was, you couldn’t pry a fried pie away from him. It’s the only thing I remember he just would not give you. The story about your Sia is sweet. Animals really do know their flowers, herbs and medicines.

    • Not only went over well but disappeared quickly.Talk about making the pie(s)
      a weekly event, grandfather concurs, not to anyone’s surprise. Talk about
      trying one with a graham cracker crust as graham crackers with peanut butter
      are another favorite of his.
      Grandmother says she goes through his pockets before doing laundry to make
      sure there’s no peanuts in them. Says she finds change once in a while grandfather
      forgets about, even his pocket knife, but he never forgets a peanut.

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