Outside my bedroom window is this view.
Doesn’t that just make you want to go wild, like I don’t know, run in disorder through the tidy fields scattering wild flower seed and dancing maniacally, twisting and tangling all the straight rows! All legs and hair! A man once described me as all legs and hair. I was out with his friend the night before and he asked my friend, “Who were you with last night? That woman. All legs and hair.”
I strained the yoghurt yesterday morning and there was so much of it. Thick and good. The whole farmy got their yoghurt fix yesterday. Especially the chickens and the pigs.
The Matriarch found these pint and a half jars for me in Missouri. I am smitten. I adore putting things into things. And putting fresh home made yoghurt made from my own milk into these lovely jars fits the bill perfectly. 
The lanky teenager said to me. “We are up to our heads in eggs.”
“Hmm.” I said wondering where this was going.
“Can we have devilled eggs?” he said. “Sure” I said.
Two hours later after watching a movie he comes out to the barn and said “Did you make those devilled eggs?”.
“No honey,” I said, “you will”.
“I don’t know how.” he said.
Well that is no problem. So after I had taught him how to steam and peel an egg (he is 18) . He looked up a recipe on the internet, (not just for games you know), we made a few changes to suit his tastes, he got to work and was kind enough to let me take a shot before he devoured them. They are made with mayo, fresh yoghurt, lemon juice, garlic and pepper and salt. We decided to start simple. Admittedly the spinach boats were my idea, pretty is not on his list when it comes to food. Which is fair.
“Can I make these every day?” he said. Maybe we will learn another recipe tomorrow I thought. Teaching kids to cook. Good.
The dogs were loafing in circles waiting, wishing they could jam that camera right down my throat so they could finally get on with their evening walk! But the empty peach tree leaves looked so pretty in that light . 
Good morning. We also made raw butter yesterday. The teenagers churned the cream as they lay about in the hot part of the afternoon. I was thrilled at how much butter came through. Lovely heavy yellow butter. Soon we will barely need to go to the supermarket at all this summer.
This morning after chores TonTon and I will pick up The matriarch and go over to visit the Old Codger. She wants to take him some cookies as he turned 93 the day before yesterday. The staff there are frantically trying to get him stable on his feet before he bolts. They need him to be safe and he needs to get home. Both wishes are entirely valid. But like many wishes they will not dovetail tidily like the floor of a bean field. Life is often messy with wild flowers growing where they shouldn’t.
Have a lovely muddle of a day!
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
85 responses to “Outside my bedroom window”
Oh, so you have your own butter! How wonderful. And your deviled eggs look amazing. I love your presentation. And your own yoghurt! How clever. It all sounds so idyllic xx
Idyllic with a good dollop of hard work, good work too! c
Love the analogy of life, bean fields and wildflowers. I, too, like putting things into things. That is the good tidy, the fun tidy. Rampaging flowers are the fun (and necessary) untidy.
yin and yang.. a balance.. lovely.. c
The little spinach boats are cute! Morning, Miss c
Morning Miss t.. c
Look at those yellow yolks. And fresh butter…the best. Enjoy!
Morning, how are your sheep this morning, i must pop over! c
All legs and hair, hmm? I wish someone had ever described me that way. Oh well. Maybe in the next life. Love the deviled eggs. Do you have any advice for those of us without farms and cows about how to make yogurt at home? I’ve been wanting to…
Eighteen, and couldn’t boil an egg? I feel better about my son son’s kitchen skills now…
Have a lovely day, C. Fill your skirt pocket with wildflower seeds, and scatter away!
Oh C, what a beautiful view you have from your bedroom! Well done on getting the teenager to make his own devilled eggs – they look delicious. Think we will be seeing a few variations from him still.
Your own butter – AWESOME!!!
Have a superb day.
🙂 Mandy
Just wonderful that you will hardly have to go to a supermarket, something I dream of! Best wishes to the old codger
I love the spinach boats – nice touch Celi!
Cooking lessons! Butter churning lessons! Lucky teenagers! You can never take the teach out of the teacher, can you? How wonderful for all involved! I love the idea of having a lovely muddle of a day, and so I will do so with a smile on my face! Today we will attempt to plant a huge, dramatic swath of sunflowers to pretty up the farm for my son Mike and Desi’s wedding here in August. You wouldn’t believe the discussion, puzzling, and false starts this project is taking, but I think we are finally ready to plant them…
the sunflowers sound fantastic! c
You just increased that kid’s marriage prospects by 10%.
Great that the teenager is having such a wonderful experience. Deviled eggs are terrific, especially using such fresh eggs.
Good morning, C and the farmy, and …. woah — you steam your eggs to hardboil them? News: Another publisher picked up one of my poems for publication in their mid-August issue. Brill.
Congrats!! you are a star, yes i steam the eggs, they peel easier! c
Wow! I must try this, C. I have a stacked steamer, which I assume would work ok, right? How long to do steam them? 🙂
Yogurt, butter, and a cooking lesson. You will keep busy, won’t you? With temps in the 90’s for the next few days, please find a spot to relax a bit in the heat of the afternoons.
I hope your friend is able to go home soon. Does he have family to come check on him once he’s there? I know that you’re going to visit him but I’m hoping there are others to do it, too. Loneliness does not a full recovery make.
I may take Max to one of the dog beaches in a little while. He gets his exercise, I get soaked, and my car gets a lovely aroma that will linger for days. I’d rather teach him to make deviled eggs.
Have a great day, Celi!
Poor Max, who i sometimes call Rex, sorry Max, no there is no family, his daughter lives in california, but we will see what happens next c
Everything is so homemade and ideal my friend – that view just tops it off 😀
Cheers
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