P-Dub!

I can’t believe the miracle of Ree’s invitation being for a Saturday when my kids were gone on vacation and my boyfriend was busy working and my house wasn’t having a tantrum. She told me to be sure to bring a friend and I called up my aunt who almost peed herself when I told her where she was headed on Saturday. It was a wonderful drive up and a (bleary) wonderful drive home as we got really good and caught up on life.

We got lost, of course, because I thought I could remember how to get there even though I’d never come in from the east side of the ranch. Upside, I got to meet Walter briefly as we stopped at the main house.

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Shortly after we arrived cooking class commenced. Rebecca from Foodie with Family was our teacher and she bestowed upon us three new items for our kitchen: Fresh Mozzarella, Braided Semolina Bread and Roasted Red Pepper Jam.

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I volunteered to work up a batch of boccaccini, which are little mozzarella balls. I figured turning milk into cheese would be strenuous but getting cheese into cute little balls would be a cinch. It was opposite. Overall, though, it was a surprisingly simple procedure. From the time the gallon of milk was open until we had a finished ball of cheese was 30 or 45 minutes.

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TOTALLY making a homemade pizza with the kids from complete and total scratch sometime soon. Realized this morning that in Oklahoma right now we can source every single ingredient locally, too.

I’ve made a lot of bread in my life, but it was cool to pick up a new recipe and learn about a couple of ingredients I haven’t ever heard of or thought to use. Malt powder instead of sugar and whey instead of milk/water. (Many, many, MANY whey jokes were made, too.) Rebecca pointed out early on that whey contained a lot of protein and she uses every drip of her leftover whey in all sorts of kitchen projects.

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Roasted Red Pepper Jam was made AND canned like a boss!

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Just like last time on the ranch, it was an unbelieveably awesome day. Last July was a macaron lesson and a food styling/photography lesson. Notice last year’s photos were much prettier… Last year was more of a meditative day as we focused on our cameras and our French sweets. This time was more lively and chatty, likely because all the women there knew each other from the blogger universe. I was a stranger but it was so much fun to meet so many new people at once. In the evening before dinner, we loaded up for cattle gathering.

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That’s Marlboro Man getting Georgia squared away on her horse.

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She’s probably in this pic, too. MM and kids rounded up some cattle that were being picked up by a shipper. They bravely let three horseback bloggers at a time tag along on the round ups (there were two).

Ree posted a lovely recap of the ride: Chocka Mocka Locka Wocka

Afterwards, we rode back to The Lodge for dinner, convo and goodbyes.

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Ree asked me that night who “Ninny” was to me after we explained where she fit in my family. She’s my dad’s sister, technically. But she’s our matriarch who organizes family dinners and makes sure that her brother gets all his doctor appointments scheduled and attended. She’s my kids’ grandma as my mom has been gone since I was 14. She’s my aunt and I can talk to her freely without any of those Mom politics I often hear others speak of. And she’s my friend. I was thrilled to be able to bring her to meet a woman she admires.

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I Love the Internets

There’s a lot of stuff I share on the Internet every day. Here’s a weekly round up of the things I most enjoyed last week by category.

Inspiration

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Trust.

Many months ago as I was living in my old house, putting things in order I had a tug to look at the little jewelry box where abandoned pieces live. I reached into the second drawer of my jewelry chest, past the old watches and stray Legos and removed a leather box. Inside is where I kept my high school class ring, my old wedding ring, some broken gold, maybe eight 50 cent pieces an elderly neighbor (Mrs. Henderson) doled out to me as a little girl and a gold/ruby bracelet that I had never really worn. All of the items were inexpensive as far as jewelry is concerned but I had plans for them. Some were keepsakes, some would be recycled and some would be sold to pay for something fun…like a new dining room table at the new house.

Notice the use of past tense?

I flipped open that hinged box and all the things I expected to see were gone. GONE.

I was shocked and saddened. I’ve never been burgled. And I’ve got other theft-worthy stuff in my house that was still there so I was certain that whoever had taken my jewelry had been let in.

I don’t let a lot of people in.

After whittling the list down to the most likely suspects, Clayton suggest I just hang back and maybe the items would reappear. Yes! Maybe I had gathered up these valuables and hidden them knowing that strangers would soon be touring my house? Or repairing my house. Or laying carpet. Any number of people. Maybe I had hidden them?! Hooray for early onset senility!

So…I lived my life. I finished painting and cleaning. I shoveled out closets and decluttered. I started and finished packing. As I worked I kept an eye out and kept my mind open. Like the time I was working in the master half bath and thought, “Oh! I bet they are hidden in that hole behind the mirror where the medicine cabinet use to be!”

Nothing ever turned up. It makes me sad. I think I know who took my dinky collection of jewelry and it makes me more sad. I bet the whole lot of it brought less than $1,000. The jewelry wasn’t worth much in the end but the cost of lost trust is great.

Silver lining: They didn’t think the amber I bought in old town Warsaw was worth stealing.

Grateful that the person who ripped me off didn't know what this was.

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