I feature lots of recipes in this column for using beef. I know that readers would like some ideas for using chicken, too, so this week’s featured recipe is for making “Chicken Tetrazzini.” (I think you could also use turkey.)
I thought about back-to-school when Lyle and I were “up Morapos” on Tuesday to turn the cattle into the hay meadow part of the pasture. As we passed the Morapos School and teacherage (the little house where the teacher stayed), memories came flooding back of the days past when my siblings and I attended school there. I could almost smell the sagebrush and rabbit brush that had been cut back from the buildings as they were being readied for school.
Some people are just flat good at handlin’ horses. They’ve got that good “horse savvy.” Matter of fact, there are people actually makin’ a livin’ trainin’ horses! I admire these folks’ ability and special talent. It’s always a pleasure to see a good horse workin’ right. But horses look at veterinarians like kids look at Sunday school or cowboys look at weddings.
Sand Wash Basin has wild and rugged terrain. The summers are hot and bug infested, and the winters are cold and bitter. The wild horses are seasoned to endure the best and worst of the land they call home. For many, life is a daily venture of freedom, living in a family system with unspoken words. The tilt of an ear, the swish of a tail or the lowering of a stallion’s head can send family members moving in a new direction without hesitation. To the savvy horse person you see the unspoken language and know the nuances of the slightest of movement.
Do you know the old wheelbarrow joke? It's truly funny only to grandpas and the grandkids they tell it to, so I won't bother with the elaborate setup. For years a factory worker pushes a wheelbarrow full of straw past a security guard on his way out. Suspicious that the guy is stealing something, the guard looks in the straw but can't find anything. Finally, when the worker is retiring, the guard asks, "I know you've been stealing something — can you tell me what it is?
When I hear about the latest, greatest, sure-fire innovation to increase student learning, I feel weary.
Music in any form is magical, yet it never hurts when a melody has visual aids to go with it. And, if you’ve never seen a tiny swordsman brought to life by the pluck of an instrument, “Kubo and the Two Strings” is one for you to watch.
All kinds of different groups have been formed to try and lay out a plan for moving forward with all of the initiatives that will help make Craig a more attractive destination but also a legitimate community that offers families more than just a job.
This week’s column has information about two nonfiction books for adults. The first is another book by Susan Branch.
Life is difficult. Intentionally so, I believe. Of all the promises we have in Christ, there is one that is rarely mentioned, seldom committed to memory and never preached on: In this life you will have problems.
Partially because of my work schedule and also because of the heat, my recent cooking efforts have been in what I can best describe as a slump.
On Wednesday I was watering the backyard lawn next to Pipi’s Pasture, and during one change of the hose, a pleasant moment, I noticed the cows that were lolling around in the shade — if they could chew their cud, they would have been — the robins “talking” as they busily picked away at the nearly-ripe chokecherries, and imagining that the grass and trees saying “thank you, thank you” for the water.
To listen to both his defenders and critics, Donald Trump represents the U.S. version of a new nationalism popping up around the world. I'm not so sure.
If you watched Donald Trump’s low-volume, slow-motion, NASCAR-on-yellow speech on foreign “policy,” you now understand the problem.