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”
Mmm….Yogurt, butter, eggs….
Just can’t wait 😉
You must be getting pretty close to shifting out to your acres.. you will have the best time! c
I have a corn field facing my kitchen window. I hope the farmer who planted it will appreciate the enormous influence you have on me. Still in pj’s I’m just going to have a little run through the rows. Virginia
Excellent work Virginia, don’t forget the wildness! c
I’ll help you re-decorate the fields 🙂
OK!! c
Talk him out of eating that many eggs each day. He’ll be very uncomfortable:)
He’ll be onto the next thing once I teach him how to make a pizza base!! c
Fantastic – fresh yoghurt, eggs, milk and a budding chef 😉
…and nice new header!
And fresh butter milk, now if you wish. I love to cook with fresh butter milk. I’m sure your teenagers are having a delightful summer….food, work, good company….
Linda
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there are two kinds of butter milk aren’t there, do you mean the milk after the butter making?.. I am never sure what to make with that! c
I thought the spinach boats had your touch. Thank goodness for the wildflowers.
What bounty, with milk pouring in, and butter being churned, with eggs galore. Good on you for showing the teen how to cook the eggs himself. This could easily turn out to be the ONE RECIPE that he uses for a lifetime to impress his future girlfriends with.
What an orderly view you have from your bedroom window. I think I’d be wanting to run wild too, when I see that. I’m amazed how green it is, despite the dry weather.
You are right Juliet, the green is a little unsettling! what do they put in that seed! cx
Celi,
A whole summer of learning with you, wow….. your teenagers prospects with the fairer sex have just skyrocketed! The spinach boats look delightful; I make yoghurt with an organic milk powder that comes over from NZ…….I wasn’t able to find any when last in NZ; is it all exported?
Will your wildflowers germinate in a monsanto field?
E
No you are right, monsanto will kill anything that does not belong in their bank account.. ! big fat meanies! c
I am so glad that I didn’t miss this post, Cei! I just loved the beautiful yogurt, and the thought of you running wild through that field! I adore the look of the spinach boats! I can’t wait to copy! 🙂 I am sorry it is taking so long for the Old Codger to get on his feet, and hope it happens soon. It must have been difficult for all to have him yet away for such a big birthday. oxo Debra
That butter must be amazing! Have a good weekend 🙂
Good for you – teaching in such a manner that young man to become interested in cooking.
Oh, I hope the Codg can come home soon.
Oh I know it’s late, but did i REALLY type that first sentence? I meant “teaching in such a manner that a young man has become interested in cooking.” And now off to bed! I have to go bear hunting tomorrow!
There is so much to love in this post, but I am obsessed with jars so I have to say that those jars are just great. I loved reading about your cooking lesson- those are the loveliest deviled eggs I’ve ever seen.
Gorgeous view!
… did I miss the yoghurt recipe? how do you do it?